PSAL. CXLIII. A Psalm of David

Lord hear my pray'r, give ear when I do humbly call on thee; Both in thy truth and righteousness make answer unto me. And into judgment enter not with him that serveth then: For in thy sight no man that lives shall justified be.

For th' enemy hath pursu'd my soul, my life to th' ground hath thrown; And made me dwell i'th' dark like them that dead are long agone. Therefore my spirit is over-whelm'd perplexedly in me: My heart also within me is made desolate to be.

I call'd to mind the days of old, I meditation use. On all thy works, thy handy-work I thereupon do muse. Moreover I do unto thee reach mine out streached hands: So after thee my soul doth thirst, as do the thirsty lands.

Haste Lord, hear me, my spirit doth fail, hide not thy face me fro: Lest I become like unto them that down to pit do go. Let me thy mercy early hear, for I upon thee stay: Wherein that I should walk, cause me to understand the way.

For I to thee lift up my soul. O Lord, deliver me From them that be my foes; I fly to hide my self with thee. Thou art my God, thy Spirit is good, teach me thy will to do: Into the land of uprightness conduct thou me also.

Jehovah me O quicken thou, ev'n for thine own Names sake; And for thy righteousness my soul from out of trouble take. And cut thou off mine enemies in thy benignity. Destroy all that afflict my soul for servant thine am I.