To the chief of Musician, a psalm of David.
1 IN thee, o Lord, I put my trust,
let me be shamed never:
according to thy righteousness
o do thou me deliver.
2 Bow down to me thine ear, with speed
let me deliverance have:
be thou my strong rock, for an house
of defence me to save.
3 Because thou unto me a rock
and my fortress wilt be:
therefore for thy names sake do thou,
lead me and guide thou me.
4 Doe thou me pull out of the net,
which they have for me laid
so privily: because that thou
art to me a sure aid.
5 Into thy hands my spirit I
reposing do commit:
Jehovah God of verity,
thou hast redeemed it.
6 I hated them that have regard
to lying vanity:
7 but I in God trust. I’ll be glad,
and joy in thy mercy:
Because thou hast considered
my afflicting distress;
thou hast my soul acknowledged
in painful anguishes;
8 And thou hast not inclosed me
within the enemies hand:
thou mad’st my feet within the place
of liberty to stand.
(2)
9 Have mercy upon me, o Lord,
for in distress am I,
with grief mine eye consumed is,
my soul and my belly.
10 For my life with grief and my years
with sighs are consumed:
because of my sin, my strength fails,
and my bones are wasted.
11 To all my foes I was a scorn,
chiefly my neighbours to;
a fear to friends: they that saw me
without, did fly me fro.
12 I am forgot as a dead man
that’s out of memory:
and like a vessel that is broke
ev’n such a one am I.
13 Because that I of many men
the slandering did hear,
round about me on every side
there was exceeding fear:
While as that they did against me
counsel together take,
they craftily have purposed
my life away to make.
14 But o Jehovah, I in thee
my confidence have put
15 I said thou art my God. My times
within thy hands are shut:
From the hands of mine enemies
do thou deliver me,
and from the men who me against
my persecutors be.
(3)
16 Thy countenance for to shine forth
upon thy servant make:
o give to me salvation
even for thy mercy sake.
17 Let me not be asham’d, o Lord,
for call’d on thee I have:
let wicked men be sham’d, let them
be silent in the grave.
18 Let lying lips be silenced,
that against men upright
do speak such things as grievous are,
in pride, and in despite.
19 How great ‘s thy goodness, thou for the
that fear thee hast hidden:
which thou work’st for them that thee trust,
before the Sons of men.
20 Thou in the secret of thy face,
shalt hide them from mans pride:
in a pavilion, from the strife
of tongues, thou wilt them hide.
21 O let Jehovah blessed be;
for he hath shewed me
his loving kindness wonderful
in a fenced-city.
22 For I in hast said, I am cast
from the sight of thine eyes:
yet thou heard’st the voice of my suit,
when to thee were my cries.
23 O love the Lord all ye his Saints:
because the Lord doth guard
the faithful, but the proud doer
doth plenteously reward.
24 See that ye be encouraged,
and let your heart wax strong:
all whosoever hopefully
do for Jehovah long.