I sing in the shadow of your wings.
My soul clings to you;
your right hand upholds me.
Record my lament; list my tears on your scroll -are they not in your record? Then my enemies will turn back when I call for help.
By this I will know that God is for me.
In God, whose word I praise, in the LORD, whose word I praise-
Surely God is my help; the Lord is the one who sustains me.
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.
I lift up my eyes to the hills— where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.