21 My greatness and my pow'r thou wiltincrease, and far extend:On ev'ry side against all griefthou wilt me comfort send.
22 Thee, ev'n thy truth, I'll also praise,my God, with psaltery:Thou Holy One of Israel,with harp I'll sing to thee.
23 My lips shall much rejoice in thee,when I thy praises sound;My soul, which thou redeemed hast,in joy shall much abound.
24 My tongue thy justice shall proclaim,continuing all day long;For they confounded are, and sham'd,that seek to do me wrong.