Lord God of My salvation - at day I shout and at night before Thee.
Let there enter into Thy sight My pleading - incline Thy ear to My prayer.
Stretch to My soul and free her - on account of My enemies rescue Me.
Since Thou art He who have drawn Me from the womb ~ My hope from My mother's breasts - upon Thee have I been cast forth from the womb.
From My mother's womb Thou art My God - do not withdraw from Me.
Thou know My reproach and My confusion - and My reverence.
In Thy sight are all, who oppress Me - reproach did My heart expect and misery.
And I endured, one who would be made sad at the same time and he was not - and one who would console Me, and I found him not.
God, the iniquitous have risen up against Me - and the synagogue of powers sought My soul and they did not set Thee forth in their own sight.
I have been reckoned with those who are descending into the lake - I have been made free as a man without assistance among the dead.
Thou art My Most Holy Father - My King and My God.
Stretch to My assistance - Lord God of My salvation.
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