ANSWER me when I call,
God of my righteousness;
In straits and in distress
Thou didst me disenthrall
And set at large : now spare,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer.
Great ones, how long will ye
My glory have in scorn ?
How long be thus forborne
Still to love vanity?
To love, to seek, to prize
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies ?
Yet know the Lord hath chose,
Chose to himself apart,
The good and meek of heart
(For whom to choose he knows);
Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice what time to him i cry.
Be awed, and do not sin ;
Speak to your hearts alone
Upon your beds, each one,
And be at peace within.
Offer the offerings just
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.
Many there be that say
Who yet will show us good ?”
Talking like this world's brood;
But, Lord, thus let me pray :
On us lift up the light,
Lift up the favour, of thy count’nance bright.
Into my heart more joy
And gladness thou hast put
Than when a year of glut
Their stores doth over-cloy,
And from their plenteous grounds
With vast increase their corn and wine abounds.
In peace at once will I
Both lay me down and sleep;
For thou alone dost keep
Me safe where'er I lie :
As in a rocky cell
Thou, Lord, alone in safety mak'șt me dwell.
JEHOVAH, to my words give ear,
My meditation weigh;
The voice of my complaining hear,
My King and God, for unto thee I pray.
Jehovah, thou my early voice
Shalt in the morning hear;
ľ the morning I to thee with choice
Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appear.
For thou art not a God that takes
In wickedness delight;
Evil with thee no biding makes ;
Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight.
All workers of iniquity
Thou hat'st; and them unblest
Thou wilt destroy that speak a lie;
The bloody and guileful man God doth detest.
But I will in thy mercies dear,
Thy numerous mercies, go
Into thy house ; I, in thy fear,
Will towards thy holy temple worship low.
Lord, lead me in thy righteousness,
Lead me, because of those
That do observe if I transgress ;
Set thy ways right before where my step goes.
For in his faltering mouth unstable
No word is firm or sooth;
Their inside, troubles miserable ;
An open grave their throat, their tongue they smooth.
God, find them guilty ; let them fall
By their own counsels quelled ;
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Push them in their rebellions all
Still on ; for against thee they have rebelled.
Then all who trust in thee shall bring
Their joy, while thou from blame
Defend'st them: they shall ever sing,
And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name.
For thou, Jehovah, wilt be found
To bless the just man still :
As with a shield thou wilt surround
Him with thy lasting favour and good will.
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PSALM VI.
LORD, in thy anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,
And very weak and faint; heal and amend me :
For all my bones, that even with anguish ache,
Are troubled ; yea, my soul is troubled sore ;
And thou, O Lord, how long ? Turn, Lord ; restore
My soul : oh, save me, for thy goodness' sake !
For in death no remembrance is of thee;
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise ?
Wearied I am with sighing out my days; Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea ; My bed I water with my tears ; mine eye
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
l' the midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart, all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me ; for the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard ; the Lord hath heard my prayer ;
My supplication with acceptance fair
The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping.
Mine enemies shall all be blank, and dashed
With much confusion; then, grown red with shame,
They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abashed.
Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him.
LORD, my God, to thee I fly;
Save me, and secure me under
Thy protection while I cry;
Lest, as a lion (and no wonder),
He haste to tear my soul asunder,
Tearing and no rescue nigh.
If the unjust will not forbear,
His sword he whets; his bow hath bended
Already, and for him intended
The tools of death that waits him near.
O JEHOVAH our Lord, how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth, So as above the heavens thy praise to set !
Out of the tender mouths of latest bearth,
Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou
Hast founded strength, because of all thy foes,
To stint the enemy, and slack the avenger's brow,
That bends his rage thy providence to oppose.
When I behold thy heavens, thy fingers’ art,
The moon and stars, which thou so bright hast set In the pure firmament, then saith my heart,
Oh, what is man that thou rememberest yet
And think'st upon him, or of man begot
That him thou visit'st, and of him art found ?
Scarce to be less than gods thou mad'st his lot;
With honour and with state thou hast him crowned.
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