You are my refuge from the affliction that encompasses me; my joy, to deliver me from them that have compassed me. Pause.

Praise of a Song, by David. He that dwells in the help of the Highest, shall sojourn under the shelter of the God of heaven.

He shall say to the Lord, You are my helper and my refuge; my God; I will trust in Him.

And a man shall hide his words, and be hidden, as from rushing water, and shall appear in Zion as a rushing river, glorious in a thirsty land.

But You, O Lord, are my helper; my glory, and the One that lifts up my head.

For the Lord loves mercy and truth; God will give grace and glory; the Lord will not withhold good things from them that walk in innocence.

My soul faints for Your salvation; I have hoped in Your words.

for Your name's sake have I waited for You, O Lord, my soul has waited for Your word.

My soul has hoped in the Lord; from the morning watch till night.