ECB(i)
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.