¹⁸ Be near unto my soul -- redeem it, Because of mine enemies ransom me.

²⁷ If not -- the anger of an enemy I fear, Lest their adversaries know -- Lest they say, Our hand is high, And Jehovah hath not wrought all this.

⁹ Redemption He hath sent to His people, He hath appointed to the age His covenant, Holy and fearful `is' His name.

¹⁵ Only, God doth ransom my soul from the hand of Sheol, For He doth receive me. Selah.

⁵ Into Thy hand I commit my spirit, Thou hast redeemed me, Jehovah God of truth.

¹⁹ And Thou, O Jehovah, be not far off, O my strength, to help me haste.

¹ To the Overseer, on `The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?

¹ Why, Jehovah, dost Thou stand at a distance? Thou dost hide in times of adversity,

²³ And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, From the hand of terrible ones ransom me?

⁹ and the Canaanite and all the inhabitants of the land do hear, and have come round against us, and cut off our name out of the earth; and what dost Thou do for Thy great name?'

⁸ O Hope of Israel -- its saviour in time of trouble, Why art Thou as a sojourner in the land? And as a traveller turned aside to lodge?