1 | Hear my prayer, O LORD; give ear to my supplications! In thy faithfulness answer me, in thy righteousness! |
2 | Enter not into judgment with thy servant; for no man living is righteous before thee. |
3 | For the enemy has pursued me; he has crushed my life to the ground; he has made me sit in darkness like those long dead. |
4 | Therefore my spirit faints within me; my heart within me is appalled. |
5 | I remember the days of old, I meditate on all that thou hast done; I muse on what thy hands have wrought. |
6 | I stretch out my hands to thee; my soul thirsts for thee like a parched land. [Selah] |
7 | Make haste to answer me, O LORD! My spirit fails! Hide not thy face from me, lest I be like those who go down to the Pit. |
8 | Let me hear in the morning of thy steadfast love, for in thee I put my trust. Teach me the way I should go, for to thee I lift up my soul. |
9 | Deliver me, O LORD, from my enemies! I have fled to thee for refuge! |
10 | Teach me to do thy will, for thou art my God! Let thy good spirit lead me on a level path! |
11 | For thy name's sake, O LORD, preserve my life! In thy righteousness bring me out of trouble! |
12 | And in thy steadfast love cut off my enemies, and destroy all my adversaries, for I am thy servant. |
1 | Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle; |
2 | my rock and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues the peoples under him. |
3 | O LORD, what is man that thou dost regard him, or the son of man that thou dost think of him? |
4 | Man is like a breath, his days are like a passing shadow. |
5 | Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down! Touch the mountains that they smoke! |
6 | Flash forth the lightning and scatter them, send out thy arrows and rout them! |
7 | Stretch forth thy hand from on high, rescue me and deliver me from the many waters, from the hand of aliens, |
8 | whose mouths speak lies, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. |
9 | I will sing a new song to thee, O God; upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to thee, |
10 | who givest victory to kings, who rescuest David thy servant. |
11 | Rescue me from the cruel sword, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouths speak lies, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. |
12 | May our sons in their youth be like plants full grown, our daughters like corner pillars cut for the structure of a palace; |
13 | may our garners be full, providing all manner of store; may our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields; |
14 | may our cattle be heavy with young, suffering no mischance or failure in bearing; may there be no cry of distress in our streets! |
15 | Happy the people to whom such blessings fall! Happy the people whose God is the LORD! |