ECB(i)
 1  In you, O Yah Veh, I seek refuge; may I never shame eternally: 
 
 2  rescue me in your justness and slip me away; spread your ear to me and save me: 
 
 3  be my rock - my habitation; to resort continually therein: you misvahed to save me; for you are my rock and my stronghold. 
 
 4  Slip me away, O my Elohim from the palm of the wicked - from the hand of the wicked and embittered: 
 
 5  for you are my hope, O Adonay Yah Veh - my confidant from my youth 
 
 6  - from the belly - who cut me from the inwards of my mother; my halal is continually of you. 
 
 7  I am as an omen to many; but you are my refuge of strength: 
 
 8  my mouth is filled with your halal and with your beauty all the day. 
 
 9  Cast me not off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my force finishes off. 
 
 10  For my enemies say against me; and they who guard for my soul counsel together, 
 
 11  saying, Elohim forsook him; pursue and grab him: for there is no one to rescue. 
 
 12  O Elohim, be not far from me; O my Elohim, hasten for my help: 
 
 13  shame them and finish them off - these satans to my soul; cover them with reproach and dishonor who seek my evil. 
 
 14  I await you continually and halal you increasingly. 
 
 15  My mouth scribes your justness and your salvation all the day; for I know not the scribings. 
 
 16  I go in the might of Adonay Yah Veh; I remember your justness - yours only: 
 
 17  O Elohim, you taught me from my youth; and until now I tell your marvels: 
 
 18  and now that I age and grey; O Elohim, forsake me not until I tell of your arm to a generation and of your might to every one to come. 
 
 19  Your justness, O Elohim, is in the heights, who works great; O Elohim, who liken we to you 
 
 20  - you, who shows me great and evil tribulations; enliven me and ascend me from the abysses of the earth: 
 
 21  abound my greatness and surround me and sigh. 
 
 22  I spread hands to you with the instrument of bagpipe, to your truth, O my Elohim; to you I psalm with the harp O Holy One of Yisra El: 
 
 23  my lips shout when I psalm to you; and my soul which you redeemed: 
 
 24  my tongue meditates of your justness all the day long; for they shame; for they blush who seek my evil.