⁸ But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, `are' mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.

¹² `O our God, dost Thou not execute judgment upon them? for there is no power in us before this great multitude that hath come against us, and we know not what we do, but on Thee `are' our eyes.'

¹⁵ Mine eyes `are' continually unto Jehovah, For He bringeth out from a net my feet.

¹⁶ Turn Thou unto me, and favour me, For lonely and afflicted `am' I.

¹⁷ The distresses of my heart have enlarged themselves, From my distresses bring me out.

¹⁷ He turned unto the prayer of the destitute, And He hath not despised their prayer.

¹ A Song of the Ascents. Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller in the heavens.

² Lo, as eyes of men-servants `Are' unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant `Are' unto the hand of her mistress, So `are' our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.

¹⁷ The poor and the needy are seeking water, And there is none, Their tongue with thirst hath failed, I, Jehovah do answer them, The God of Israel -- I forsake them not.

¹² Kiss the Chosen One, lest He be angry, And ye lose the way, When His anger burneth but a little, O the happiness of all trusting in Him!

¹ To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved `to' Thy mountain for the bird?

³ For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.

⁴ And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.

¹⁸ `I will not leave you bereaved, I come unto you;