God, you have taught me from my youth; to this day I proclaim your wondrous deeds.
Now that I am old and gray, do not forsake me, God, that I may proclaim your might
to all generations yet to come,
your power and justice, God, to the highest heaven.
You have done great things; O God, who is your equal?
You have sent me many bitter afflictions, but once more revive me.
From the watery depths of the earth once more raise me up.
Restore my honor; turn and comfort me, that I may praise you with the lyre
for your faithfulness, my God, and sing to you with the harp, O Holy One of Israel.
My lips will shout for joy as I sing your praise; my soul, too, which you have redeemed.
Yes, my tongue shall recount your justice day by day.
For those who sought my ruin will have been shamed and disgraced.