¹⁷ Unless the Lord had given me help,^(A)
    I would soon have dwelt in the silence of death.^(B)
18 When I said, “My foot is slipping,^(C)”
    your unfailing love, Lord, supported me.
¹⁹ When anxiety^(D) was great within me,
    your consolation^(E) brought me joy.

²⁰ Can a corrupt throne^(F) be allied with you—
    a throne that brings on misery by its decrees?^(G)
21 The wicked band together^(H) against the righteous
    and condemn the innocent^(I) to death.^(J)
22 But the Lord has become my fortress,
    and my God the rock^(K) in whom I take refuge.^(L)