¹⁷ Unless Jehovah `were' a help to me, My soul had almost inhabited silence.

¹ A Song of the Ascents, by David. Save `for' Jehovah -- who hath been for us, (Pray, let Israel say),

² Save `for' Jehovah -- who hath been for us, In the rising up of man against us,

¹⁷ O Jehovah, let me not be ashamed, For I have called Thee, let the wicked be ashamed, Let them become silent to Sheol.

¹³ Thou hast sorely thrust me to fall, And Jehovah hath helped me.

³ Look attentively; Answer me, O Jehovah, my God, Enlighten mine eyes, lest I sleep in death,

⁴ Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.

⁵ I have cried unto thee, O Jehovah, I have said, `Thou `art' my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.'

¹ A Song of the Ascents. Those trusting in Jehovah `are' as Mount Zion, It is not moved -- to the age it abideth.

¹⁷ The dead praise not Jah, Nor any going down to silence.

¹⁶ in my first defence no one stood with me, but all forsook me, (may it not be reckoned to them!)

¹⁷ and the Lord stood by me, and did strengthen me, that through me the preaching might be fully assured, and all the nations might hear, and I was freed out of the mouth of a lion,

⁸ For we do not wish you to be ignorant, brethren, of our tribulation that happened to us in Asia, that we were exceedingly burdened above `our' power, so that we despaired even of life;

⁹ but we ourselves in ourselves the sentence of the death have had, that we may not be trusting on ourselves, but on God, who is raising the dead,

¹⁰ who out of so great a death did deliver us, and doth deliver, in whom we have hoped that even yet He will deliver;

³² and now it hath come, that ye may be scattered, each to his own things, and me ye may leave alone, and I am not alone, because the Father is with me;