My eyes are always on the LORD, for He will pull my feet out of the net.

[A song of ascents.] I lift my eyes to You, the One enthroned in heaven.

Like a servant's eyes on His master's hand, like a servant girl's eyes on her mistress's hand, so our eyes are on the LORD our God until He shows us favor.

Our God, will You not judge them? For we are powerless before this vast multitude that comes [to fight] against us. We do not know what to do, but we look to You.

Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am alone and afflicted.

The distresses of my heart increase; bring me out of my sufferings.

He will pay attention to the prayer of the destitute and will not despise their prayer.

For the enemy has pursued me, crushing me to the ground, making me live in darkness like those long dead.

My spirit is weak within me; my heart is overcome with dismay.

The poor and the needy seek water, but there is none; their tongues are parched with thirst. I, the LORD, will answer them; I, the God of Israel, do not forsake them.

I will not leave you as orphans; I am coming to you.