Rotherham - Psalms - 71

71:1  In thee, O Yahweh, have I sought refuge, May I not be ashamed unto times age-abiding:

71:2  In thy righteousness, wilt thou rescue me, and deliver me, Incline unto me thine ear, and save me:

71:3  Be thou unto me, a Rock to dwell in, a Place of Security, To save me, For, my mountain crag and my stronghold, thou art.

71:4  Oh my God, deliver me, From the hand of the lawless one, From the clutch of the perverse and ruthless one;

71:5  For, thou, art my hope, My Lord, Yahweh, My confidence from my youthful days:

71:6  Upon thee, have I stayed myself from birth, Thou art he that severed me, from the body of my mother, Of thee, shall be my praise—continually.

71:7  A very wonder, have I been unto many, Seeing that, thou, hast been my strong refuge,

71:8  My mouth shall be filled with, thy praise, All the day, with thy splendour.

71:9  Do not cast me off in the time of old age, When my vigour faileth, do not forsake me;

71:10  For mine enemies have spoken of me, And, they who watch for my life, have taken counsel together;

71:11  Saying, God, hath forsaken him, Pursue and take him, For there is none to rescue.

71:12  O God, be not far from me, O my God, to help me, make haste!

71:13  Let them be ashamed—be consumed, Who are assailing my life,—Let them be covered with reproach and confusion, Who are seeking my hurt.

71:14  But, I, continually will hope, And will add to all thy praise;

71:15  My mouth, shall relate thy righteousness, All the day, thy deliverance, For I know not the numbers.

71:16  I will enter into the mighty doings of My Lord—Yahweh, I will make mention of thy righteousness—thine alone.

71:17  O God, thou hast taught me from my youthful days, And, hitherto, have I been wont to tell of thy wonders;

71:18  Even now, therefore, that I am old and grayheaded, O God, do not forsake me,—Until I tell of thine arm unto a [new] generation, Unto every one that is to come, thy might;

71:19  And, as for thy righteousness, O God, up on high, Wherein thou hast wrought great things, O God! who is like unto thee?

71:20  Thou who hast let us see many distresses and misfortunes, Wilt again bring us to life, And, out of the resounding depths of the earth, wilt again raise us up;

71:21  Thou wilt increase my greatness, And, on every side, wilt comfort me.

71:22  I also, will praise thee by the aid of a harp, Thy faithfulness, O my God,—I will make music unto thee with a lyre, Thou holy one of Israel;

71:23  My lips shall make a joyful noise, When I make music unto thee, And my soul which thou hast ransomed;

71:24  Even my tongue, all the day, shall softly utter thy righteousness, For they have turned pale—for they have blushed, Who were seeking my hurt.