A psalm of David
WIthal my heart, I’ll praise thee now:
before the gods I’ll sing to thee.
2 Toward thine holy Temple bow,
and praise thy Name for thy mercy,
and thy truth: for thy word thou high
or’e all thy Name dost magnify.
3 It’h day I cried, thou answredst me:
with strength thou didst my soul up-bear.
4 Lord, all the earth’s kings shall praise thee,
the word when of thy mouth they hear.
5 Yea, they shall sing in the Lords ways,
for great’s Jehovah’s glorious praise.
6 Albeit that the Lord be high,
respect yet hath he to the low:
but as for them that are lofty,
he them doth at a distance know.
7 Though in the midst I walking be
of trouble thou wilt quicken me,
Forth shalt thou make thine hand to go
against their wrath that do me hate;
thy right hand shall me save also.
8 The Lord will perfect mine estate:
thy mercy Lord, forever stands:
leave not the works of thin own hands.