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Save me, O God, For waters have entered as far as the life;

I am weary with mine outcry, Parched is my throat, - Mine eyes have become dim, through waiting for my God.

O God, thou, hast known my folly, And, my wrong-doings, from thee, have not been hid.

Let them not be ashamed, through me, Who have waited for thee, O My Lord, Yahweh of hosts, - Let them not be confounded, through me, Who are seeking thee, O God of Israel!

But, as for me, my prayer shall be unto thee, O Yahweh, in a time of acceptance, O God, in the abounding of thy lovingkindness, answer me with thy saving faithfulness.

I, then, am humbled and in pain, Thy salvation, O God, may it set me on high.

I will praise the Name of God with a song, And will magnify him with thanksgiving;

The humbled have seen - they rejoice! Ye seekers of God, let your heart, then, revive;

For, God, will save Zion, And build the cities of Judah, So shall men dwell there, and possess it:

Be pleased O God, to rescue me, O Yahweh, to help me - make haste.

Let all them be glad and rejoice in thee, Yea, let them, who are seekers of thee, - say continually, God be magnified! Who are lovers of thy salvation.

But, I, being humbled and needy, O God, haste to me, - My help and my deliverer, art thou, O Yahweh do not tarry.

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

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

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

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

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;

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

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;

O God! thy justice, give, unto the king, And thy righteousness, unto the son of a king;