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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 deliv’rance 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 name’s sake do thou, lead me and guide thou me. 4 Do 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 enclosed me within th’ enemy’s hand: thou mad’st my feet within the place of liberty to stand.
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 too; 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 an 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 hand are shut: from the hands of mine enemies do thou deliver me, and from the men who me against my persecutors be.
16 Thy countenance for to shine forth upon thy servant make: O give to me salvation ev’n 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 them 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 man’s pride: in a pavilion, from the strife of tongues, thou wilt them hide. 21 O let Jehovah blessed be; for he hath showed me his lovingkindness wonderful in a fenced city.
22 For I in haste 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 plent’ously reward.
24 See that ye be encouraged, and let your heart wax strong: all whosoever hopefully do for Jehovah long.