¹ By David. Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, My rock, be not silent to me! Lest Thou be silent to me, And I have been compared With those going down to the pit.

¹ A Song, -- A Psalm of Asaph. O God, let there be no silence to Thee, Be not silent, nor be quiet, O God.

² Jehovah `is' my rock, and my bulwark, And my deliverer, My God `is' my rock, I trust in Him: My shield, and a horn of my salvation, My high tower.

⁷ Haste, answer me, O Jehovah, My spirit hath been consumed, Hide not Thou Thy face from me, Or I have been compared with those going down `to' the pit.

¹² We swallow them as Sheol -- alive, And whole -- as those going down `to' the pit,

⁴ I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.

⁵ Among the dead -- free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom Thou hast not remembered any more, Yea, they by Thy hand have been cut off.

⁶ Thou hast put me in the lowest pit, In dark places, in depths.

²² Thou hast seen, O Jehovah, Be not silent, O Lord -- be not far from me,

³ and he cast him to the abyss, and did shut him up, and put a seal upon him, that he may not lead astray the nations any more, till the thousand years may be finished; and after these it behoveth him to be loosed a little time.

¹⁸ For Sheol doth not confess Thee, Death doth not praise Thee, Those going down to the pit hope not for Thy truth.

⁴ Trust ye in Jehovah for ever, For in Jah Jehovah `is' a rock of ages,

¹ An Instruction of David, a Prayer when he is in the cave. My voice `is' unto Jehovah, I cry, My voice `is' unto Jehovah, I entreat grace.

¹ To the Overseer, for Jeduthun. -- A Psalm of Asaph. My voice `is' to God, and I cry, my voice `is' to God, And He hath given ear unto me.

¹⁵ Let not a flood of waters overflow me, Nor let the deep swallow me up, Nor let the pit shut her mouth upon me.

⁹ I say to God my rock, `Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?

¹² Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And `to' my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I `am' with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.

⁹ `What gain `is' in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?

² My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.

² Be attentive to the voice of my cry, My king and my God, For unto Thee I pray habitually.

⁴ My voice `is' unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.

²⁸ He hath ransomed my soul From going over into the pit, And my life on the light looketh.'