But shew thy self, O my hope and only refuge! Let not mine enemies say, There is no help for him in his God.
Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not.
Keep me as the apple of thine eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings.
Shew thy marvelous loving kindness, O thou that savest by thy right hand them that put their trust in thee, from those that rise up against them;
From the wicked that oppress me, from my deadly enemies that compass me about.
Shew me the path of life. In thy presence is fulness of joy, at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.