Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.

My soul is among lions: and I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.

They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves. Selah.

For, lo, they lie in wait for my soul: the mighty are gathered against me; not for my transgression, nor for my sin, O LORD.

Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him cometh my salvation.

My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him.

O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;

My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips:

My soul followeth hard after thee: thy right hand upholdeth me.

But those that seek my soul, to destroy it, shall go into the lower parts of the earth.

Which holdeth our soul in life, and suffereth not our feet to be moved.

Come and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will declare what he hath done for my soul.

Save me, O God; for the waters are come in unto my soul.

When I wept, and chastened my soul with fasting, that was to my reproach.

Draw nigh unto my soul, and redeem it: deliver me because of mine enemies.

Let them be ashamed and confounded that seek after my soul: let them be turned backward, and put to confusion, that desire my hurt.

For mine enemies speak against me; and they that lay wait for my soul take counsel together,

Let them be confounded and consumed that are adversaries to my soul; let them be covered with reproach and dishonour that seek my hurt.

My lips shall greatly rejoice when I sing unto thee; and my soul, which thou hast redeemed.

He shall redeem their soul from deceit and violence: and precious shall their blood be in his sight.

O deliver not the soul of thy turtledove unto the multitude of the wicked: forget not the congregation of thy poor for ever.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.

He made a way to his anger; he spared not their soul from death, but gave their life over to the pestilence;

My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.

Preserve my soul; for I am holy: O thou my God, save thy servant that trusteth in thee.