To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
^1In thee, O Lord, I put my trust,
sham'd let me never be;
According to thy righteousness
do thou deliver me.
^2Bow down thine ear to me, with speed
send me deliverance:
To save me, my strong rock be thou,
and my house of defence.
^3Because thou art my rock, and thee
I for my fortress take;
Therefore do thou me lead and guide,
ev'n for thine own name's sake.
^4And sith thou art my strength, therefore
pull me out of the net,
Which they in subtilty for me
so privily have set.
^5Into thine hands I do commit
my sp'rit: for thou art he,
O thou, Jehovah, God of truth,
that hast redeemed me.
^6Those that do lying vanities
regard, I have abhorr'd:
But as for me, my confidence
is fixed on the Lord.
^7I'll in thy mercy gladly joy:
for thou my miseries
Consider'd hast; thou hast my soul
known in adversities:
^8And thou hast not inclosed me
within the en'my's hand;
And by thee have my feet been made
in a large room to stand.
^9O Lord, upon me mercy have,
for trouble is on me:
Mine eye, my belly, and my soul,
with grief consumed be.
^10Because my life with grief is spent,
my years with sighs and groans:
My strength doth fail; and for my sin
consumed are my bones.
^11I was a scorn to all my foes,
and to my friends a fear;
And specially reproach'd of those
that were my neighbours near:
When they me saw they from me fled.
^12Ev'n so I am forgot,
As men are out of mind when dead:
I'm like a broken pot.
^13For slanders I of many heard;
fear compass'd me, while they
Against me did consult, and plot
to take my life away.
^14But as for me, O Lord, my trust
upon thee I did lay;
And I to thee, Thou art my God,
did confidently say.
^15My times are wholly in thine hand:
do thou deliver me
From their hands that mine enemies
and persecutors be.
^16Thy countenance to shine do thou
upon thy servant make:
Unto me give salvation,
for thy great mercies' sake.
^17Let me not be asham'd, O Lord,
for on thee call'd I have:
Let wicked men be sham'd, let them
be silent in the grave.
^18To silence put the lying lips,
that grievous things do say,
And hard reports, in pride and scorn,
on righteous men do lay.
^19How great's the goodness thou for them
that fear thee keep'st in store,
And wrought'st for them that trust in thee
the sons of men before!
^20In secret of thy presence thou
shalt hide them from man's pride:
From strife of tongues thou closely shalt,
as in a tent, them hide.
^21All praise and thanks be to the Lord;
for he hath magnify'd
His wondrous love to me within
a city fortify'd.
^22For from thine eyes cut off I am,
I in my haste had said;
My voice yet heard'st thou, when to thee
with cries my moan I made.
^23O love the Lord, all ye his saints;
because the Lord doth guard
The faithful, and he plenteously
proud doers doth reward.
^24Be of good courage, and he strength
unto your heart shall send,
All ye whose hope and confidence
doth on the Lord depend.