18 Now that I am old and my hair is gray, don’t leave me, God. I must tell the next generation about your power and greatness.
19 God, your goodness reaches far above the skies. You have done wonderful things. God, there is no one like you.
20 You have let me see troubles and hard times, but you will give me new life; you will lift me up from this pit of death!
21 You will help me do even greater things. You will comfort me again!
22 I will play the harp and praise you. My God, I will sing about your faithfulness. I will play songs on my lyre for the Holy One of Israel.
23 I will shout for joy, singing songs of praise to you for saving me.