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My Hope When I Am Gray

Psalm 71

In You, Adonai, have I taken refuge.
Let me never be ashamed.
Deliver me and rescue me in Your justice.
Turn Your ear to me and save me.
Be to me a sheltering rock where I may always go.
Give the command to save me—
    for You are my rock and my fortress.
My God, rescue me out of the hand of the wicked,
out of the grasp of an evil, ruthless man.
For You are my hope, Adonai my Lord—
my trust from my youth.
From my birth I have leaned on You.
You took me out of my mother’s womb.
My praise is always about You.
I am like an ominous sign to many,
but You are my strong refuge.
My mouth is filled with Your praise
and with Your glory all day.

Do not cast me away in the time of old age.
When my strength fails, do not forsake me.
10 For my enemies speak against me.
Those who watch for my soul conspire together,
11 saying: “God has forsaken him—
Pursue and take him, for no one will deliver.”
12 O God, be not far from me!
My God, come quickly to help me.
13 Let the accusers of my soul
    be disgraced and destroyed.
Let those who seek to harm me
    be covered with scorn and confusion.

14 But I—I will hope continually
and will praise You more and more.
15 My mouth will recount Your justice and Your salvation all day,
though I do not know the sum of them.
16 I come because of the mighty deeds of Adonai my Lord.
I will remember Your righteousness—Yours alone.
17 God, You taught me from my youth,
and I still keep declaring Your wonders.
18 So even until I am old and gray, O God, do not forsake me,
till I tell of Your strong arm to the next generation,
Your might to all who are to come.
19 For Your righteousness, O God,
    reaches to high heaven.
You have done great things—O God,
who is like You?
20 You made me see many troubles and evils
    —You will revive me again—
from the depths of the earth
    You will bring me up again.
21 You will increase my greatness,
and comfort me once again.
22 So I will praise You with the harp for your truth, O my God.
I will sing praises to You with the lyre O Holy One of Israel.
23 My lips will shout for joy
—when I sing praises to You—
and my soul, which You have redeemed.
24 Also my tongue will tell of Your righteousness all day.
For those who seek my hurt have been put to shame and confusion.