8
Then I remembered your mercy, Lord, and your charity from long ago, that you raise up those who wait for you and save them from the hands of the wicked.
6
as well as the arrowlike tongue of the unrighteous. My soul approached death, and my life was on the edge of the grave below.
7
People surrounded me on every side, and no one helped; I looked for assistance from human beings, and there was none.
8
Then I remembered your mercy, Lord, and your charity from long ago, that you raise up those who wait for you and save them from the hands of the wicked.
9
I sent up my prayer from the earth, and I begged to be rescued from death.
10
I called out to the Lord, the father of my master: "Don't desert me in the time of my distress, when I am helpless before the arrogant.
Footnotes 1
[a].
Some Gk manuscripts work; Heb faithful loyalty