Prayer for Lifelong Protection and Help
1In thee, O Lord, do I take refuge;
let me never be put to shame!
2In thy righteousness deliver me and rescue me;
incline thy ear to me, and save me!
3Be thou to me a rock of refuge,
a strong fortress,a to save me,
for thou art my rock and my fortress.
4Rescue me, O my God, from the hand of the wicked,
from the grasp of the unjust and cruel man.
5For thou, O Lord, art my hope,
my trust, O Lord, from my youth.
6Upon thee I have leaned from my birth;
thou art he who took me from my mother's womb.
My praise is continually of thee.
7I have been as a portent to many;
but thou art my strong refuge.
8My mouth is filled with thy praise,
and with thy glory all the day.
9Do not cast me off in the time of old age;
forsake me not when my strength is spent.
10For my enemies speak concerning me,
those who watch for my life consult together,
11and say, "God has forsaken him;
pursue and seize him,
for there is none to deliver him."
12O God, be not far from me;
O my God, make haste to help me!
13May my accusers be put to shame and consumed;
with scorn and disgrace may they be covered
who seek my hurt.
14But I will hope continually,
and will praise thee yet more and more.
15My mouth will tell of thy righteous acts,
of thy deeds of salvation all the day,
for their number is past my knowledge.
16With the mighty deeds of the Lord God I will come,
I will praise thy righteousness, thine alone.
17O God, from my youth thou hast taught me,
and I still proclaim thy wondrous deeds.
18So even to old age and gray hairs,
O God, do not forsake me,
till I proclaim thy might
to all the generations to come.b
Thy power 19and thy righteousness, O God,
reach the high heavens.
Thou who hast done great things,
O God, who is like thee?
20Thou who hast made me see many sore troubles
wilt revive me again;
from the depths of the earth
thou wilt bring me up again.
21Thou wilt increase my honor,
and comfort me again.
22I will also praise thee with the harp
for thy faithfulness, O my God;
I will sing praises to thee with the lyre,
O Holy One of Israel.
23My lips will shout for joy,
when I sing praises to thee;
my soul also, which thou hast rescued.
24And my tongue will talk of thy righteous help
all the day long,
for they have been put to shame and disgraced
who sought to do me hurt.