To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

8,6,8,6

^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.