Psalms 71

71 ¹ In you, my Father, I take refuge; let me never be put to shame. ² In your righteousness deliver me and rescue me; listen to me and save me. ³ Be my rock of refuge, to which I may always come; you have given the command to save me, for you are my rock and my fortress. ⁴ My Father, rescue me from the hand of the wicked, from the grasp of the unjust and cruel.

⁵ For you are my hope, Sovereign Father, my trust from my youth. ⁶ I have leaned on you since birth; you are the one who took me from my mother's womb. I am always praising you. ⁷ I have become a wonder to many, but you are my strong refuge. ⁸ My mouth is filled with your praise, and with your glory all day long.

⁹ Don't cast me aside in my old age; when my strength fails, don't forsake me. ¹⁰ For my enemies speak against me; those who watch to take my life plot together. ¹¹ They say, "God has forsaken him; pursue and seize him, for there is no one to rescue him."

¹² My Father, don't be far from me; my Father, hurry to help me! ¹³ May my accusers be put to shame and destroyed; may those who seek my harm be covered with scorn and disgrace.

¹⁴ But I will hope continually and will praise you yet more and more. ¹⁵ My mouth will tell of your righteousness, of your salvation all day long, though I do not know its full measure. ¹⁶ I will come declaring the mighty deeds of the Sovereign Father; I will proclaim your righteousness, yours alone.

¹⁷ My Father, you have taught me from my youth, and to this day I declare your wondrous deeds. ¹⁸ So even when I am old and gray, my Father, do not forsake me, until I proclaim your might to another generation, your power to all who are to come.

¹⁹ Your righteousness, my Father, reaches the high heavens. You who have done great things, my Father, who is like you? ²⁰ You who have shown me many troubles and calamities will revive me again; from the depths of the earth you will bring me up again. ²¹ You will increase my honor and comfort me once again.

²² I will also praise you with the harp for your faithfulness, my Father; I will sing praises to you with the lyre, Holy One of Israel — my Father. ²³ My lips will shout for joy when I sing praises to you, and my soul also, which you have redeemed. ²⁴ And my tongue will tell of your righteousness all day long, for those who sought my harm have been put to shame and disgraced.