Tuesday, August 26

But you, Sovereign Lord,

help me for your name’s sake;

out of the goodness of your love, deliver me.

For I am poor and needy,

and my heart is wounded within me.

I fade away like an evening shadow;

I am shaken off like a locust.

My knees give way from fasting;

my body is thin and gaunt.

I am an object of scorn to my accusers;

when they see me, they shake their heads.

Help me, Lord my God;

save me according to your unfailing love.

Let them know that it is your hand,

that you, Lord, have done it.

While they curse, may you bless;

may those who attack me be put to shame,

but may your servant rejoice.

May my accusers be clothed with disgrace

and wrapped in shame as in a cloak.

With my mouth I will greatly extol the Lord;

in the great throng of worshipers I will praise him.

For he stands at the right hand of the needy,

to save their lives from those who would condemn them.