A psalm of David.
1 Lord, hear my pray’r, give ear when I
do supplicate to thee:
in thy truth, in thy righteousness;
make answer unto me.
2 And into judgment enter not
with him that serveth thee;
for in thy sight no man that lives
can justified be.
3 For th’ enemy hath pursued my soul,
my life to th’ ground hath thrown:
and made me dwell i’th dark like them
that dead are long agone.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelm’d
perplexedly in me:
my heart also within me is
made desolate to be.
5 I call to mind the days of old,
I meditation use
on all thy words: upon the work
of thy hands I do muse.
6 Moreover I do unto thee
reach mine out-stretched hands:
so after thee my soul doth thirst
as do the thirsty lands. Selah.
7 Hast, Lord, hear me, my spirit doth fail,
hide not thy face me fro:
lest I become like one of them
that down to pit do go.
8 Let me thy mercy hear i’th morn,
for I do on thee stay,
wherein that I should walk cause me
to understand the way:
For unto thee I lift my soul.
9 O Lord deliver me
from all mine enemies; I do fly
to hide myself with thee.
10 Because thou art my God, thy will
oh teach thou me to do,
thy spirit is good: of uprightness
lead me the land into.
11 Jehovah, me o quicken thou
ev'n for thine own Names sake;
And for thy righteousness my soul
from out of trouble take.
12 Doe thou also mine enemies
cut off in thy mercy,
destroy them that afflict my soul:
for thy servant am I.