2 Be thou my strong hold, whereunto I may alway resort: thou hast promised to help me, for thou art my house of defence and my castle.
3 Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the ungodly: out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel man.
4 For thou, O Lord God, art the thing that I long for: thou art my hope, even from my youth.
5 Through thee have I been holden up ever since I was born: thou art he that took me out of my mother's womb; my praise shall be always of thee.
6 I am become as it were a monster unto many: but my sure trust is in thee.
7 O let my mouth be filled with thy praise: that I may sing of thy glory and honour all the day long.
8 Cast me not away in the time of age: forsake me not when my strength faileth me.
9 For mine enemies speak against me, and they that lay wait for my soul take their counsel together, saying: God hath forsaken him; persecute him, and take him, for there is none to deliver him.
10 Go not far from me, O God: my God, haste thee to help me.
11 Let them be confounded and perish that are against my soul: let them be covered with shame and dishonour that seek to do me evil.