7 Hateful to me are the worshippers of Tain idols, Whereas I cleave to Jahve.
8 I will exult and rejoice in Thy mercy, That Thou hast regarded my poverty,
That Thou hast taken knowledge of the distresses of my soul.
9 And hast not shut me up in the hand of the enemy, Thou hast set my feet in a broad place.
10 Be gracious unto me, Jahve, for I am straitened : Consumed with grief is mine eye, and my soul, and
my body.
11 For spent is my life with sorrow, And my years with sighing;
My strength has failed by reason of mine iniquity, And my bones are consumed.
12 Because of all mine adversaries I am become a reproach, And a burden to my neighbours, and a terror to my
friends; Those who see me in the streets flee from me.
13 I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind; I am become like a broken vessel.
14 For I hear the slander of many, Fear on every side;
While they take counsel together against me— They devise to take away my life.
15 But I — in Thee do I trust, Jahve, I say: Thou art my God.
16 In Thy hand are my times,
Deliver me out of the hand of mine enemies, and from my persecutors!
17 Make Thy face to shine upon Thy servant, Save me in Thy mercy.
18 Jahve, I shall not be ashamed, for on Thee do I call; The wicked shall be ashamed, they shall be silent in
Hades.
19 Lying lips shall be put to silence, Which speak insolently of the righteous, With pride and c
