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1 ¶ <<To the chief Musician, even to Jeduthun, A
Psalm of David.>> I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I
sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the
wicked is before me.
2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good;
and my sorrow was stirred.
3 My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then
spake I with my tongue,
4 LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what
it is; that I may know how frail I am.
5 Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine
age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best
state is altogether vanity. Selah.
6 Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are
disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who
shall gather them.
7 ¶ And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach
of the foolish.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of
thine hand.
11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou
makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is
vanity. Selah.
12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy
peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a
sojourner, as all my fathers were.
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and
be no more.
1 ¶ <<To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.>> I
waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my
cry.
2 He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry
clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.
3 And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto
our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the
LORD.
4 Blessed is that man that maketh the LORD his trust, and
respecteth not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.
5 Many, O LORD my God, are thy wonderful works which
thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: they
cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: if I would declare
and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
6 ¶ Sacrifice and offering thou didst not desire; mine ears hast
thou opened: burnt offering and sin offering hast thou not required.
7 Then said I, Lo, I come: in the volume of the book it is
written of me,
8 I delight to do thy will, O my God: yea, thy law is within
my heart.
9 I have preached righteousness in the great congregation: lo, I
have not refrained my lips, O LORD, thou knowest.
10 I have not hid thy righteousness within my heart; I have
declared thy faithfulness and thy salvation: I have not concealed thy
lovingkindness and thy truth from the great congregation.
11 ¶ Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O LORD: let thy
lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me.
12 For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities
have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are
more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.
13 Be pleased, O LORD, to deliver me: O LORD, make haste to help
me.
14 Let them be ashamed and confounded together that seek after my
soul to destroy it; let them be driven backward and put to shame that
wish me evil.
15 Let them be desolate for a reward of their shame that say unto
me, Aha, aha.
16 Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: let
such as love thy salvation say continually, The LORD be magnified.
17 But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh
upon me: thou art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O
my God.
1 ¶ <<To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.>>
Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver
him in time of trouble.
2 The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he
shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto
the will of his enemies.
3 The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou
wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
4 I said, LORD, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have
sinned against thee.
5 ¶ Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name
perish?
6 And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart
gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
7 All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they
devise my hurt.
8 An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now
that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
9 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat
of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.
10 But thou, O LORD, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I
may requite them.
11 By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth
not triumph over me.
12 And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest
me before thy face for ever.
13 Blessed be the LORD God of Israel from everlasting, and
to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.
1 ¶ <<To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.>>
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after
thee, O God.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come
and appear before God?
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually
say unto me, Where is thy God?
4 When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me:
for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of
God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept
holyday.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou
disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for
the help of his countenance.
6 ¶ O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I
remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the
hill Mizar.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy
waves and thy billows are gone over me.
8 Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the
daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and
my prayer unto the God of my life.
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I
mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me;
while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted
within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is
the health of my countenance, and my God.
1 ¶ Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation:
O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man.
2 For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me
off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
3 O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me; let them
bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy tabernacles.
4 Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy:
yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted
within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the
health of my countenance, and my God.
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