1 I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, because I love thee;

2 O Most High, thou wilt not forsake me; for thou art my hope:

3 freely I have received thy grace, I shall live thereby:

4 my persecutors will come and not see me:

5 a cloud of darkness shall fall on their eyes; and an air of thick gloom shall darken them:

6 and they shall have no light to see: that they may not take hold upon me.

7 Let their counsel become thick darkness, and what they have cunningly devised, let it return upon their own heads:

8 for they have devised a counsel, and it did not succeed: they have prepared themselves for evil, and were found to be empty.

9 For my hope is upon the Lord, and I will not fear, and because the Lord is my salvation I will not fear:

10 and He is as a garland on my head and I shall not be moved; even if everything should be shaken, I stand firm;

11 and if all things visible should perish, I shall not die: because the Lord is with me and I am with Him. Hallelujah.