¹That man hath perfect blessedness,

who walketh not astray

In counsel of ungodly men,

nor stands in sinners’ way,

Nor sitteth in the scorner’s chair:

²But placeth his delight

Upon God’s law, and meditates

on his law day and night.

³He shall be like a tree that grows

near planted by a river,

Which in his season yields his fruit,

and his leaf fadeth never:

And all he doth shall prosper well.

⁴The wicked are not so;

But like they are unto the chaff,

which wind drives to and fro.

⁵In judgment therefore shall not stand

such as ungodly are;

Nor in th’ assembly of the just

shall wicked men appear.

⁶For why? the way of godly men

unto the Lord is known:

Whereas the way of wicked men

shall quite be overthrown.

¹Why rage the heathen? and vain things

why do the people mind?

²Kings of the earth do set themselves,

and princes are combin’d,

To plot against the Lord, and his

Anointed, saying thus,

³Let us asunder break their bands,

and cast their cords from us.

⁴He that in heaven sits shall laugh;

the Lord shall scorn them all.

⁵Then shall he speak to them in wrath,

in rage he vex them shall.

⁶Yet, notwithstanding, I have him

to be my King appointed;

And over Sion, my holy hill,

I have him King anointed.

⁷The sure decree I will declare:

The Lord hath said to me,

Thou art mine only Son; this day

I have begotten thee.

⁸Ask of me, and for heritage

the heathen I’ll make thine;

And, for possession, I to thee

will give earth’s utmost line.

⁹Thou shalt, as with a weighty rod

of iron, break them all;

And, as a potter’s sherd, thou shalt

them dash in pieces small.

¹⁰Now therefore, kings, be wise; be taught,

ye judges of the earth:

¹¹Serve God in fear, and see that ye

join trembling with your mirth.

¹²Kiss ye the Son, lest in his ire

ye perish from the way,

If once his wrath begin to burn:

bless’d all that on him stay.

¹O Lord, how are my foes increas’d?

against me many rise.

²Many say of my soul, For him

in God no succour lies.

³Yet thou my shield and glory art,

th’ uplifter of mine head.

⁴I cry’d, and, from his holy hill,

the Lord me answer made.

⁵I laid me down and slept; I wak’d;

for God sustained me.

⁶I will not fear though thousands ten

set round against me be.

⁷Arise, O Lord; save me, my God;

for thou my foes hast stroke

All on the cheek-bone, and the teeth

of wicked men hast broke.

⁸Salvation doth appertain

unto the Lord alone:

Thy blessing, Lord, for evermore

thy people is upon.

¹Give ear unto me when I call,

God of my righteousness:

Have mercy, hear my pray’r; thou hast

enlarg’d me in distress.

²O ye the sons of men! how long

will ye love vanities?

How long my glory turn to shame,

and will ye follow lies?

³But know, that for himself the Lord

the godly man doth chuse:

The Lord, when I on him do call,

to hear will not refuse.

⁴Fear, and sin not; talk with your heart

on bed, and silent be.

⁵Off ‘rings present of righteousness,

and in the Lord trust ye.

⁶O who will shew us any good?

is that which many say:

But of thy countenance the light,

Lord, lift on us alway.

⁷Upon my heart, bestow’d by thee,

more gladness I have found

Than they, ev’n then, when corn and wine

did most with them abound.

⁸I will both lay me down in peace,

and quiet sleep will take;

Because thou only me to dwell

in safety, Lord, dost make.

¹Give ear unto my words, O Lord,

my meditation weigh.

²Hear my loud cry, my King, my God;

for I to thee will pray.

³Lord, thou shalt early hear my voice:

I early will direct

My pray’r to thee; and, looking up,

an answer will expect.

⁴For thou art not a God that doth

in wickedness delight;

Neither shall evil dwell with thee,

⁵Nor fools stand in thy sight.

All that ill-doers are thou hat’st;

⁶Cutt’st off that liars be:

The bloody and deceitful man

abhorred is by thee.

⁷But I into thy house will come

in thine abundant grace;

And I will worship in thy fear

toward thy holy place.

⁸Because of those mine enemies,

Lord, in thy righteousness

Do thou me lead; do thou thy way

make straight before my face.

⁹For in their mouth there is no truth,

their inward part is ill;

Their throat’s an open sepulchre,

their tongue doth flatter still.

¹⁰O God, destroy them; let them be

by their own counsel quell’d:

Them for their many sins cast out,

for they ‘gainst thee rebell’d.

¹¹But let all joy that trust in thee,

and still make shouting noise;

For them thou sav’st; let all that love

thy name in thee rejoice.

¹²For, Lord, unto the righteous man

thou wilt thy blessing yield:

With favour thou wilt compass him

about, as with a shield.

¹Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not;

Nor in thy hot rage chasten me.

²Lord, pity me, for I am weak:

Heal me, for my bones vexed be.

³My soul is also vexed sore;

But, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make?

⁴Return, O Lord, my soul set free;

O save me, for thy mercies’ sake.

⁵Because those that deceased are

Of thee shall no remembrance have;

And who is he that will to thee

Give praises lying in the grave?

⁶I with my groaning weary am,

I also all the night my bed

Have caused for to swim; and I

With tears my couch have watered.

⁷Mine eye, consum’d with grief, grows old,

Because of all mine enemies.

⁸Hence from me, wicked workers all;

For God hath heard my weeping cries.

⁹God hath my supplication heard,

My pray’r received graciously

¹⁰Sham’d and sore vex’d be all my foes,

Sham’d and back turned suddenly.

¹In thy great indignation,

O Lord, rebuke me not;

Nor on me lay thy chast ‘ning hand,

in thy displeasure hot.

²Lord, I am weak, therefore on me

have mercy, and me spare:

Heal me, O Lord, because thou know’st

my bones much vexed are.

³My soul is vexed sore: but, Lord,

how long stay wilt thou make?

⁴Return, Lord, free my soul; and save

me, for thy mercies’ sake.

⁵Because of thee in death there shall

no more remembrance be:

Of those that in the grave do lie,

who shall give thanks to thee?

⁶I with my groaning weary am,

and all the night my bed

I caused for to swim; with tears

my couch I watered.

⁷By reason of my vexing grief,

mine eye consumed is;

It waxeth old, because of all

that be mine enemies.

⁸But now, depart from me all ye

that work iniquity:

For why? the Lord hath heard my voice,

when I did mourn and cry.

⁹Unto my supplication

the Lord did hearing give:

When I to him my prayer make,

the Lord will it receive.

¹⁰Let all be sham’d and troubled sore,

That en’mies are to me;

Let them turn back, and suddenly

ashamed let them be.

¹O Lord my God, in thee do I

my confidence repose:

Save and deliver me from all

my persecuting foes;

²Lest that the enemy my soul

should, like a lion, tear,

In pieces rending it, while there

is no deliverer.

³O Lord my God, if it be so

that I committed this;

If it be so that in my hands

iniquity there is:

⁴If I rewarded ill to him

that was at peace with me;

(Yea, ev’n the man that without cause

my foe was I did free;)

⁵Then let the foe pursue and take

my soul, and my life thrust

Down to the earth, and let him lay

mine honour in the dust.

⁶Rise in thy wrath, Lord, raise thyself,

for my foes raging be;

And, to the judgment which thou hast

commanded, wake for me.

⁷So shall th’ assembly of thy folk

about encompass thee:

Thou, therefore, for their sakes, return

unto thy place on high.

⁸The Lord he shall the people judge:

my judge, Jehovah, be,

After my righteousness, and mine

integrity in me.

⁹O let the wicked’s malice end;

but stablish stedfastly

The righteous: for the righteous God

the hearts and reins doth try.

¹⁰In God, who saves th’ upright in heart,

is my defence and stay.

¹¹God just men judgeth, God is wroth

with ill men ev’ry day.

¹²If he do not return again,

then he his sword will whet;

His bow he hath already bent,

and hath it ready set:

¹³He also hath for him prepar’d

the instruments of death;

Against the persecutors he

his shafts ordained hath.

¹⁴Behold, he with iniquity

doth travail, as in birth;

A mischief he conceived hath,

and falsehood shall bring forth.

¹⁵He made a pit and digg’d it deep,

another there to take;

But he is fall’n into the ditch

which he himself did make.

¹⁶Upon his own head his mischief

shall be returned home;

His vi’lent dealing also down

on his own pate shall come.

¹⁷According to his righteousness

the Lord I’ll magnify;

And will sing praise unto the name

of God that is most high.

¹How excellent in all the earth,

Lord, our Lord, is thy name!

Who hast thy glory far advanc’d

above the starry frame.

²From infants’ and from sucklings’ mouth

thou didest strength ordain,

For thy foes’ cause, that so thou might’st

th’ avenging foe restrain.

³When I look up unto the heav’ns,

which thine own fingers fram’d,

Unto the moon, and to the stars,

which were by thee ordain’d;

⁴Then say I, What is man, that he

remember’d is by thee?

Or what the son of man, that thou

so kind to him should’st be?

⁵For thou a little lower hast

him than the angels made;

With glory and with dignity

thou crowned hast his head.

⁶Of thy hands’ works thou mad’st him lord,

all under’s feet didst lay;

⁷All sheep and oxen, yea, and beasts

that in the field do stray;

⁸Fowls of the air, fish of the sea,

all that pass through the same.

⁹How excellent in all the earth,

Lord, our Lord, is thy name!

¹Lord, thee I’ll praise with all my heart,

thy wonders all proclaim.

²In thee, most High, I’ll greatly joy,

and sing unto thy name.

³When back my foes were turn’d, they fell,

and perish’d at thy sight:

⁴For thou maintain’dst my right and cause;

on throne sat’st judging right.

⁵The heathen thou rebuked hast,

the wicked overthrown;

Thou hast put out their names, that they

may never more be known.

⁶O en’my! now destructions have

an end perpetual:

Thou cities raz’d; perish’d with them

is their memorial.

⁷God shall endure for aye; he doth

for judgment set his throne;

⁸In righteousness to judge the world,

justice to give each one.

⁹God also will a refuge be

for those that are oppress’d;

A refuge will he be in times

of trouble to distress’d.

¹⁰And they that know thy name, in thee

their confidence will place:

For thou hast not forsaken them

that truly seek thy face.

¹¹O sing ye praises to the Lord,

that dwells in Sion hill;

And all the nations among

his deeds record ye still.

¹²When he enquireth after blood,

he then rememb’reth them:

The humble folk he not forgets

that call upon his name.

¹³Lord, pity me; behold the grief

which I from foes sustain;

Ev’n thou, who from the gates of death

dost raise me up again;

¹⁴That I, in Sion’s daughters’ gates,

may all thy praise advance;

And that I may rejoice always

in thy deliverance.

¹⁵The heathen are sunk in the pit

which they themselves prepar’d;

And in the net which they have hid

their own feet fast are snar’d.

¹⁶The Lord is by the judgment known

which he himself hath wrought:

The sinners’ hands do make the snares

wherewith themselves are caught.

¹⁷They who are wicked into hell

each one shall turned be;

And all the nations that forget

to seek the Lord most high.

¹⁸For they that needy are shall not

forgotten be alway;

The expectation of the poor

shall not be lost for aye.

¹⁹Arise, Lord, let not man prevail;

judge heathen in thy sight:

²⁰That they may know themselves but men,

the nations, Lord, affright.

¹Wherefore is it that thou, O Lord,

dost stand from us afar?

And wherefore hidest thou thyself,

when times so troublous are?

²The wicked in his loftiness

doth persecute the poor:

In these devices they have fram’d

let them be taken sure.

³The wicked of his heart’s desire

doth talk with boasting great;

He blesseth him that’s covetous,

whom yet the Lord doth hate.

⁴The wicked, through his pride of face,

on God he doth not call;

And in the counsels of his heart

the Lord is not at all.

⁵His ways they always grievous are;

thy judgments from his sight

Removed are: at all his foes

he puffeth with despight.

⁶Within his heart he thus hath said,

I shall not moved be;

And no adversity at all

shall ever come to me.

⁷His mouth with cursing, fraud, deceit,

is fill’d abundantly;

And underneath his tongue there is

mischief and vanity.

⁸He closely sits in villages;

he slays the innocent:

Against the poor that pass him by

his cruel eyes are bent.

⁹He, lion-like, lurks in his den;

he waits the poor to take;

And when he draws him in his net,

his prey he doth him make.

¹⁰Himself he humbleth very low,

he croucheth down withal,

That so a multitude of poor

may by his strong ones fall.

¹¹He thus hath said within his heart,

The Lord hath quite forgot;

He hides his countenance, and he

for ever sees it not.

¹²O Lord, do thou arise; O God,

lift up thine hand on high:

Put not the meek afflicted ones

out of thy memory.

¹³Why is it that the wicked man

thus doth the Lord despise?

Because that God will it require

he in his heart denies.

¹⁴Thou hast it seen; for their mischief

and spite thou wilt repay:

The poor commits himself to thee;

thou art the orphan’s stay.

¹⁵The arm break of the wicked man,

and of the evil one;

Do thou seek out his wickedness,

until thou findest none.

¹⁶The Lord is King through ages all,

ev’n to eternity;

The heathen people from his land

are perish’d utterly.

¹⁷O Lord, of those that humble are

thou the desire didst hear;

Thou wilt prepare their heart, and thou

to hear wilt bend thine ear;

¹⁸To judge the fatherless, and those

that are oppressed sore;

That man, that is but sprung of earth,

may them oppress no more.

¹I in the Lord do put my trust:

how is it then that ye

Say to my soul, Flee, as a bird,

unto your mountain high?

²For, lo, the wicked bend their bow,

their shafts on string they fit,

That those who upright are in heart

they privily may hit.

³If the foundations be destroy’d,

what hath the righteous done?

⁴God in his holy temple is,

in heaven is his throne:

His eyes do see, his eye-lids try

⁵men’s sons. The just he proves:

But his soul hates the wicked man,

and him that vi’lence loves.

⁶Snares, fire and brimstone, furious storms,

on sinners he shall rain:

This, as the portion of their cup,

doth unto them pertain.

⁷Because the Lord most righteous doth

in righteousness delight;

And with a pleasant countenance

beholdeth the upright.

¹Help, Lord, because the godly man

doth daily fade away;

And from among the sons of men

the faithful do decay.

²Unto his neighbour ev’ry one

doth utter vanity:

They with a double heart do speak,

and lips of flattery.

³God shall cut off all flatt’ring lips,

tongues that speak proudly thus,

⁴We’ll with our tongue prevail, our lips

are ours: who’s lord o’er us?

⁵For poor oppress’d, and for the sighs

of needy, rise will I,

Saith God, and him in safety set

from such as him defy.

⁶The words of God are words most pure;

they be like silver try’d

In earthen furnace, seven times

that hath been purify’d.

⁷Lord, thou shalt them preserve and keep

for ever from this race.

⁸On each side walk the wicked, when

vile men are high in place.

¹How long wilt thou forget me, Lord?

shall it for ever be?

O how long shall it be that thou

wilt hide thy face from me?

²How long take counsel in my soul,

still sad in heart, shall I?

How long exalted over me

shall be mine enemy?

³O Lord my God, consider well,

and answer to me make:

Mine eyes enlighten, lest the sleep

of death me overtake:

⁴Lest that mine enemy should say,

Against him I prevail’d;

And those that trouble me rejoice,

when I am mov’d and fail’d.

⁵But I have all my confidence

thy mercy set upon;

My heart within me shall rejoice

in thy salvation.

⁶I will unto the Lord my God

sing praises cheerfully,

Because he hath his bounty shown

to me abundantly.

¹That there is not a God, the fool

doth in his heart conclude:

They are corrupt, their works are vile;

not one of them doth good.

²Upon men’s sons the Lord from heav’n

did cast his eyes abroad,

To see if any understood,

and did seek after God.

³They altogether filthy are,

they all aside are gone;

And there is none that doeth good,

yea, sure there is not one.

⁴These workers of iniquity

do they not know at all,

That they my people eat as bread,

and on God do not call?

⁵There fear’d they much; for God is with

the whole race of the just.

⁶You shame the counsel of the poor,

because God is his trust.

⁷Let Isr’el’s help from Sion come:

when back the Lord shall bring

His captives, Jacob shall rejoice,

and Israel shall sing.

¹Within thy tabernacle, Lord,

who shall abide with thee?

And in thy high and holy hill

who shall a dweller be?

²The man that walketh uprightly,

and worketh righteousness,

And as he thinketh in his heart,

so doth he truth express.

³Who doth not slander with his tongue,

nor to his friend doth hurt;

Nor yet against his neighbour doth

take up an ill report.

⁴In whose eyes vile men are despis’d;

but those that God do fear

He honoureth; and changeth not,

though to his hurt he swear.

⁵His coin puts not to usury,

nor take reward will he

Against the guiltless. Who doth thus

shall never moved be.

¹Lord, keep me; for I trust in thee.

²To God thus was my speech,

Thou art my Lord; and unto thee

my goodness doth not reach:

³To saints on earth, to th’ excellent,

where my delight’s all plac’d.

⁴Their sorrows shall be multiply’d

to other gods that haste:

Of their drink-offerings of blood

I will no off ‘ring make;

Yea, neither I their very names

up in my lips will take.

⁵God is of mine inheritance

and cup the portion;

The lot that fallen is to me

thou dost maintain alone.

⁶Unto me happily the lines

in pleasant places fell;

Yea, the inheritance I got

in beauty doth excel.

⁷I bless the Lord, because he doth

by counsel me conduct;

And in the seasons of the night

my reins do me instruct.

⁸Before me still the Lord I set:

sith it is so that he

Doth ever stand at my right hand,

I shall not moved be.

⁹Because of this my heart is glad,

and joy shall be exprest

Ev’n by my glory; and my flesh

in confidence shall rest.

¹⁰Because my soul in grave to dwell

shall not be left by thee;

Nor wilt thou give thine Holy One

corruption to see.

¹¹Thou wilt me shew the path of life:

of joys there is full store

Before thy face; at thy right hand

are pleasures evermore.

¹Lord, hear the right, attend my cry,

unto my pray’r give heed,

That doth not in hypocrisy

from feigned lips proceed.

²And from before thy presence forth

my sentence do thou send:

Toward these things that equal are

do thou thine eyes intend.

³Thou prov’dst mine heart, thou visit’dst me

by night, thou didst me try,

Yet nothing found’st; for that my mouth

shall not sin, purpos’d I.

⁴As for men’s works, I, by the word

that from thy lips doth flow,

Did me preserve out of the paths

wherein destroyers go.

⁵Hold up my goings, Lord, me guide

in those thy paths divine,

So that my footsteps may not slide

out of those ways of thine.

⁶I called have on thee, O God,

because thou wilt me hear:

That thou may’st hearken to my speech,

to me incline thine ear.

⁷Thy wondrous loving-kindness show,

thou that, by thy right hand,

Sav’st them that trust in thee from those

that up against them stand.

⁸As th’ apple of the eye me keep;

in thy wings shade me close

⁹From lewd oppressors, compassing

me round, as deadly foes.

¹⁰In their own fat they are inclos’d;

their mouth speaks loftily.

¹¹Our steps they compass’d; and to ground

down bowing set their eye.

¹²He like unto a lion is

that’s greedy of his prey,

Or lion young, which lurking doth

in secret places stay.

¹³Arise, and disappoint my foe,

and cast him down, O Lord:

My soul save from the wicked man,

the man which is thy sword.

¹⁴From men, which are thy hand, O Lord,

from worldly men me save,

Which only in this present life

their part and portion have.

Whose belly with thy treasure hid

thou fill’st: they children have

In plenty; of their goods the rest

they to their children leave.

¹⁵But as for me, I thine own face

in righteousness will see;

And with thy likeness, when I wake,

I satisfy’d shall be.

¹Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength.

²My fortress is the Lord,

My rock, and he that doth to me

deliverance afford:

My God, my strength, whom I will trust,

a buckler unto me,

The horn of my salvation,

and my high tow’r, is he.

³Upon the Lord, who worthy is

of praises, will I cry;

And then shall I preserved be

safe from mine enemy.

⁴Floods of ill men affrighted me,

death’s pangs about me went;

⁵Hell’s sorrows me environed;

death’s snares did me prevent.

⁶In my distress I call’d on God,

cry to my God did I;

He from his temple heard my voice,

to his ears came my cry.

⁷Th’ earth, as affrighted, then did shake,

trembling upon it seiz’d:

The hills’ foundations moved were,

because he was displeas’d.

⁸Up from his nostrils came a smoke,

and from his mouth there came

Devouring fire, and coals by it

were turned into flame.

⁹He also bowed down the heav’ns,

and thence he did descend;

And thickest clouds of darkness did

under his feet attend.

¹⁰And he upon a cherub rode,

and thereon he did fly;

Yea, on the swift wings of the wind

his flight was from on high.

¹¹He darkness made his secret place:

about him, for his tent,

Dark waters were, and thickest clouds

of th’ airy firmament.

¹²And at the brightness of that light,

which was before his eye,

His thick clouds pass’d away, hailstones

and coals of fire did fly.

¹³The Lord God also in the heav’ns

did thunder in his ire;

And there the Highest gave his voice,

hailstones and coals of fire.

¹⁴Yea, he his arrows sent abroad,

and them he scattered;

His lightnings also he shot out,

and them discomfited.

¹⁵The waters’ channels then were seen,

the world’s foundations vast

At thy rebuke discover’d were,

and at thy nostrils’ blast.

¹⁶And from above the Lord sent down,

and took me from below;

From many waters he me drew,

which would me overflow.

¹⁷He me reliev’d from my strong foes,

and such as did me hate;

Because he saw that they for me

too strong were, and too great.

¹⁸They me prevented in the day

of my calamity;

But even then the Lord himself

a stay was unto me.

¹⁹He to a place where liberty

and room was hath me brought;

Because he took delight in me,

he my deliv’rance wrought.

²⁰According to my righteousness

he did me recompense,

He me repaid according to

my hands’ pure innocence.

²¹For I God’s ways kept, from my God

did not turn wickedly.

²²His judgments were before me, I

his laws put not from me.

²³Sincere before him was my heart;

with him upright was I;

And watchfully I kept myself

from mine iniquity.

²⁴After my righteousness the Lord

hath recompensed me,

After the cleanness of my hands

appearing in his eye.

²⁵Thou gracious to the gracious art,

to upright men upright:

²⁶Pure to the pure, froward thou kyth’st

unto the froward wight.

²⁷For thou wilt the afflicted save

in grief that low do lie:

But wilt bring down the countenance

of them whose looks are high.

²⁸The Lord will light my candle so,

that it shall shine full bright:

The Lord my God will also make

my darkness to be light.

²⁹By thee through troops of men I break,

and them discomfit all;

And, by my God assisting me,

I overleap a wall.

³⁰As for God, perfect is his way:

the Lord his word is try’d;

He is a buckler to all those

who do in him confide.

³¹Who but the Lord is God? but he

who is a rock and stay?

³²’Tis God that girdeth me with strength,

and perfect makes my way.

³³He made my feet swift as the hinds,

set me on my high places.

³⁴Mine hands to war he taught, mine arms

brake bows of steel in pieces.

³⁵The shield of thy salvation

thou didst on me bestow:

Thy right hand held me up, and great

thy kindness made me grow.

³⁶And in my way my steps thou hast

enlarged under me,

That I go safely, and my feet

are kept from sliding free.

³⁷Mine en’mies I pursued have,

and did them overtake;

Nor did I turn again till I

an end of them did make.

³⁸I wounded them, they could not rise;

they at my feet did fall.

³⁹Thou girdedst me with strength for war;

my foes thou brought’st down all:

⁴⁰And thou hast giv’n to me the necks

of all mine enemies;

That I might them destroy and slay,

who did against me rise.

⁴¹They cried out, but there was none

that would or could them save;

Yea, they did cry unto the Lord,

but he no answer gave.

⁴²Then did I beat them small as dust

before the wind that flies;

And I did cast them out like dirt

upon the street that lies.

⁴³Thou mad’st me free from people’s strife,

and heathen’s head to be:

A people whom I have not known

shall service do to me.

⁴⁴At hearing they shall me obey,

to me they shall submit.

⁴⁵Strangers for fear shall fade away,

who in close places sit.

⁴⁶God lives, bless’d be my Rock; the God

of my health praised be.

⁴⁷God doth avenge me, and subdues

the people under me.

⁴⁸He saves me from mine enemies;

yea, thou hast lifted me

Above my foes; and from the man

of vi’lence set me free.

⁴⁹Therefore to thee will I give thanks

the heathen folk among;

And to thy name, O Lord, I will

sing praises in a song.

⁵⁰He great deliv’rance gives his king:

he mercy doth extend

To David, his anointed one,

and his seed without end.

¹The heav’ns God’s glory do declare,

the skies his hand-works preach:

²Day utters speech to day, and night

to night doth knowledge teach.

³There is no speech nor tongue to which

their voice doth not extend:

⁴Their line is gone through all the earth,

their words to the world’s end.

In them he set the sun a tent;

⁵Who, bridegroom-like, forth goes

From’s chamber, as a strong man doth

to run his race rejoice.

⁶From heav’n’s end is his going forth,

circling to th’ end again;

And there is nothing from his heat

that hidden doth remain.

⁷God’s law is perfect, and converts

the soul in sin that lies:

God’s testimony is most sure,

and makes the simple wise.

⁸The statutes of the Lord are right,

and do rejoice the heart:

The Lord’s command is pure, and doth

light to the eyes impart.

⁹Unspotted is the fear of God,

and doth endure for ever:

The judgments of the Lord are true

and righteous altogether.

¹⁰They more than gold, yea, much fine gold,

to be desired are:

Than honey, honey from the comb

that droppeth, sweeter far.

¹¹Moreover, they thy servant warn

how he his life should frame:

A great reward provided is

for them that keep the same.

¹²Who can his errors understand?

O cleanse thou me within

¹³From secret faults. Thy servant keep

from all presumptuous sin:

And do not suffer them to have

dominion over me:

Then, righteous and innocent,

I from much sin shall be.

¹⁴The words which from my mouth proceed,

the thoughts sent from my heart,

Accept, O Lord, for thou my strength

and my Redeemer art.

¹Jehovah hear thee in the day

when trouble he doth send:

And let the name of Jacob’s God

thee from all ill defend.

²O let him help send from above,

out of his sanctuary:

From Sion, his own holy hill,

let him give strength to thee.

³Let him remember all thy gifts,

accept thy sacrifice:

⁴Grant thee thine heart’s wish, and fulfil

thy thoughts and counsel wise.

⁵In thy salvation we will joy;

in our God’s name we will

Display our banners: and the Lord

thy prayers all fulfil.

⁶Now know I God his king doth save:

he from his holy heav’n

Will hear him, with the saving strength

by his own right hand giv’n.

⁷In chariots some put confidence,

some horses trust upon:

But we remember will the name

of our Lord God alone.

⁸We rise, and upright stand, when they

are bowed down, and fall.

⁹Deliver, Lord; and let the King

us hear, when we do call.

¹The king in thy great strength, O Lord,

shall very joyful be:

In thy salvation rejoice

how veh’mently shall he!

²Thou hast bestowed upon him

all that his heart would have;

And thou from him didst not withhold

whate’er his lips did crave.

³For thou with blessings him prevent’st

of goodness manifold;

And thou hast set upon his head

a crown of purest gold.

⁴When he desired life of thee,

thou life to him didst give;

Ev’n such a length of days, that he

for evermore should live.

⁵In that salvation wrought by thee

his glory is made great;

Honour and comely majesty

thou hast upon him set.

⁶Because that thou for evermore

most blessed hast him made;

And thou hast with thy countenance

made him exceeding glad.

⁷Because the king upon the Lord

his confidence doth lay;

And through the grace of the most High

shall not be mov’d away.

⁸Thine hand shall all those men find out

that en’mies are to thee;

Ev’n thy right hand shall find out those

of thee that haters be.

⁹Like fiery ov’n thou shalt them make,

when kindled is thine ire;

God shall them swallow in his wrath,

devour them shall the fire.

¹⁰Their fruit from earth thou shalt destroy,

their seed men from among:

¹¹For they beyond their might ‘gainst thee

did plot mischief and wrong.

¹²Thou therefore shalt make them turn back,

when thou thy shafts shalt place

Upon thy strings, made ready all

to fly against their face.

¹³In thy great pow’r and strength, O Lord,

be thou exalted high;

So shall we sing with joyful hearts,

thy power praise shall we.

¹My God, my God, why hast thou me

forsaken? why so far

Art thou from helping me, and from

my words that roaring are?

²All day, my God, to thee I cry,

yet am not heard by thee;

And in the season of the night

I cannot silent be.

³But thou art holy, thou that dost

inhabit Isr’el’s praise.

⁴Our fathers hop’d in thee, they hop’d

and thou didst them release.

⁵When unto thee they sent their cry,

to them deliv’rance came:

Because they put their trust in thee,

they were not put to shame.

⁶But as for me, a worm I am,

and as no man am priz’d:

Reproach of men I am, and by

the people am despis’d.

⁷All that me see laugh me to scorn;

shoot out the lip do they;

They nod and shake their heads at me,

and, mocking, thus do say,

⁸This man did trust in God, that he

would free him by his might:

Let him deliver him, sith he

had in him such delight.

⁹But thou art he out of the womb

that didst me safely take;

When I was on my mother’s breasts

thou me to hope didst make.

¹⁰And I was cast upon thy care,

ev’n from the womb till now;

And from my mother’s belly, Lord,

my God and guide art thou.

¹¹Be not far off, for grief is near,

and none to help is found.

¹²Bulls many compass me, strong bulls

of Bashan me surround.

¹³Their mouths they open’d wide on me,

upon me gape did they,

Like to a lion ravening

and roaring for his prey.

¹⁴Like water I’m pour’d out, my bones

all out of joint do part:

Amidst my bowels, as the wax,

so melted is my heart.

¹⁵My strength is like a potsherd dry’d;

my tongue it cleaveth fast

Unto my jaws; and to the dust

of death thou brought me hast.

¹⁶For dogs have compass’d me about:

the wicked, that did meet

In their assembly, me inclos’d;

they pierc’d my hands and feet.

¹⁷I all my bones may tell; they do

upon me look and stare.

¹⁸Upon my vesture lots they cast,

and clothes among them share.

¹⁹But be not far, O Lord, my strength;

haste to give help to me.

²⁰From sword my soul, from pow’r of dogs

my darling set thou free.

²¹Out of the roaring lion’s mouth

do thou me shield and save:

For from the horns of unicorns

an ear to me thou gave.

²²I will shew forth thy name unto

those that my brethren are;

Amidst the congregation

thy praise I will declare.

²³Praise ye the Lord, who do him fear;

him glorify all ye

The seed of Jacob: fear him all

that Isr’el’s children be.

²⁴For he despis’d not nor abhorr’d

th’ afflicted’s misery;

Nor from him hid his face, but heard

when he to him did cry.

²⁵Within the congregation great

my praise shall be of thee;

My vows before them that him fear

shall be perform’d by me.

²⁶The meek shall eat, and shall be fill’d;

they also praise shall give

Unto the Lord that do him seek:

your heart shall ever live.

²⁷All ends of th’ earth remember shall,

and turn the Lord unto;

All kindreds of the nations

to him shall homage do:

²⁸Because the kingdom to the Lord

doth appertain as his;

Likewise among the nations

the Governor he is.

²⁹Earth’s fat ones eat, and worship shall:

all who to dust descend

Shall bow to him; none of them can

his soul from death defend.

³⁰A seed shall service do to him;

unto the Lord it shall

Be for a generation

reckon’d in ages all.

³¹They shall come, and they shall declare

his truth and righteousness

Unto a people yet unborn,

and that he hath done this.

¹The Lord’s my shepherd, I’ll not want.

²He makes me down to lie

In pastures green: he leadeth me

the quiet waters by.

³My soul he doth restore again;

and me to walk doth make

Within the paths of righteousness,

ev’n for his own name’s sake.

⁴Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale,

yet will I fear none ill:

For thou art with me; and thy rod

and staff me comfort still.

⁵My table thou hast furnished

in presence of my foes;

My head thou dost with oil anoint,

and my cup overflows.

⁶Goodness and mercy all my life

shall surely follow me:

And in God’s house for evermore

my dwelling-place shall be.

¹The earth belongs unto the Lord,

and all that it contains;

The world that is inhabited,

and all that there remains.

²For the foundations thereof

he on the seas did lay,

And he hath it established

upon the floods to stay.

³Who is the man that shall ascend

into the hill of God?

Or who within his holy place

shall have a firm abode?

⁴Whose hands are clean, whose heart is pure,

and unto vanity

Who hath not lifted up his soul,

nor sworn deceitfully.

⁵He from th’ Eternal shall receive

the blessing him upon,

And righteousness, ev’n from the God

of his salvation.

⁶This is the generation

that after him enquire,

O Jacob, who do seek thy face

with their whole heart’s desire.

⁷Ye gates, lift up your heads on high;

ye doors that last for aye,

Be lifted up, that so the King

of glory enter may.

⁸But who of glory is the King?

The mighty Lord is this;

Ev’n that same Lord, that great in might

and strong in battle is.

⁹Ye gates, lift up your heads; ye doors,

doors that do last for aye,

Be lifted up, that so the King

of glory enter may.

¹⁰But who is he that is the King

of glory? who is this?

The Lord of hosts, and none but he,

the King of glory is.

¹To thee I lift my soul:

²O Lord, I trust in thee:

My God, let me not be asham’d,

nor foes triumph o’er me.

³Let none that wait on thee

be put to shame at all;

But those that without cause transgress,

let shame upon them fall.

⁴Shew me thy ways, O Lord;

thy paths, O teach thou me:

⁵And do thou lead me in thy truth,

therein my teacher be:

For thou art God that dost

to me salvation send,

And I upon thee all the day

expecting do attend.

⁶Thy tender mercies, Lord,

I pray thee to remember,

And loving-kindnesses; for they

have been of old for ever.

⁷My sins and faults of youth

do thou, O Lord, forget:

After thy mercy think on me,

and for thy goodness great.

⁸God good and upright is:

the way he’ll sinners show.

⁹The meek in judgment he will guide,

and make his path to know.

¹⁰The whole paths of the Lord

are truth and mercy sure,

To those that do his cov’nant keep,

and testimonies pure.

¹¹Now, for thine own name’s sake,

O Lord, I thee entreat

To pardon mine iniquity;

for it is very great.

¹²What man is he that fears

the Lord, and doth him serve?

Him shall he teach the way that he

shall choose, and still observe.

¹³His soul shall dwell at ease;

and his posterity

Shall flourish still, and of the earth

inheritors shall be.

¹⁴With those that fear him is

the secret of the Lord;

The knowledge of his covenant

he will to them afford.

¹⁵Mine eyes upon the Lord

continually are set:

For he it is that shall bring forth

my feet out of the net.

¹⁶Turn unto me thy face,

and to me mercy show;

Because that I am desolate,

and am brought very low.

¹⁷My heart’s griefs are increas’d:

me from distress relieve.

¹⁸See mine affliction and my pain,

and all my sins forgive.

¹⁹Consider thou my foes,

because they many are;

And it a cruel hatred is

which they against me bear.

²⁰O do thou keep my soul,

do thou deliver me:

And let me never be asham’d,

because I trust in thee.

²¹Let uprightness and truth

keep me, who thee attend.

²²Redemption, Lord, to Israel

from all his troubles send.

¹To thee I lift my soul, O Lord:

²My God, I trust in thee:

Let me not be asham’d; let not

my foes triumph o’er me.

³Yea, let thou none ashamed be

that do on thee attend:

Ashamed let them be, O Lord,

who without cause offend.

⁴Thy ways, Lord, shew; teach me thy paths:

⁵Lead me in truth, teach me:

For of my safety thou art God;

all day I wait on thee.

⁶Thy mercies, that most tender are,

do thou, O Lord, remember,

And loving-kindnesses; for they

have been of old for ever.

⁷Let not the errors of my youth,

nor sins, remember’d be:

In mercy, for thy goodness’ sake,

O Lord, remember me.

⁸The Lord is good and gracious,

he upright is also:

He therefore sinners will instruct

in ways that they should go.

⁹The meek and lowly he will guide

in judgment just alway:

To meek and poor afflicted ones

he’ll clearly teach his way.

¹⁰The whole paths of the Lord our God

are truth and mercy sure,

To such as keep his covenant,

and testimonies pure.

¹¹Now, for thine own name’s sake, O Lord,

I humbly thee entreat

To pardon mine iniquity;

for it is very great.

¹²What man fears God? him shall he teach

the way that he shall chuse.

¹³His soul shall dwell at ease; his seed

the earth, as heirs, shall use.

¹⁴The secret of the Lord is with

such as do fear his name;

And he his holy covenant

will manifest to them.

¹⁵Towards the Lord my waiting eyes

continually are set;

For he it is that shall bring forth

my feet out of the net.

¹⁶O turn thee unto me, O God,

have mercy me upon;

Because I solitary am,

and in affliction.

¹⁷Enlarg’d the griefs are of mine heart;

me from distress relieve.

¹⁸See mine affliction and my pain,

and all my sins forgive.

¹⁹Consider thou mine enemies,

because they many are;

And it a cruel hatred is

which they against me bear.

²⁰O do thou keep my soul; O God,

do thou deliver me:

Let me not be asham’d; for I

do put my trust in thee.

²¹O let integrity and truth

keep me, who thee attend.

²²Redemption, Lord, to Israel

from all his troubles send.

¹Judge me, O Lord, for I have walk’d

in mine integrity:

I trusted also in the Lord;

slide therefore shall not I.

²Examine me, and do me prove;

try heart and reins, O God:

³For thy love is before mine eyes,

thy truth’s paths I have trode.

⁴With persons vain I have not sat,

nor with dissemblers gone:

⁵Th’ assembly of ill men I hate;

to sit with such I shun.

⁶Mine hands in innocence, O Lord,

I’ll wash and purify;

So to thine holy altar go,

and compass it will I:

⁷That I, with voice of thanksgiving,

may publish and declare,

And tell of all thy mighty works,

that great and wondrous are.

⁸The habitation of thy house,

Lord, I have loved well;

Yea, in that place I do delight

where doth thine honour dwell.

⁹With sinners gather not my soul,

and such as blood would spill:

¹⁰Whose hands mischievous plots, right hand

corrupting bribes do fill.

¹¹But as for me, I will walk on

in mine integrity:

Do thou redeem me, and, O Lord,

be merciful to me.

¹²My foot upon an even place

doth stand with stedfastness:

Within the congregations

th’ Eternal I will bless.

¹The Lord’s my light and saving health,

who shall make me dismay’d?

My life’s strength is the Lord, of whom

then shall I be afraid?

²When as mine enemies and foes,

most wicked persons all,

To eat my flesh against me rose,

they stumbled and did fall.

³Against me though an host encamp,

my heart yet fearless is:

Though war against me rise, I will

be confident in this.

⁴One thing I of the Lord desir’d,

and will seek to obtain,

That all days of my life I may

within God’s house remain;

That I the beauty of the Lord

behold may and admire,

And that I in his holy place

may rev’rently enquire.

⁵For he in his pavilion shall

me hide in evil days;

In secret of his tent me hide,

and on a rock me raise.

⁶And now, ev’n at this present time,

mine head shall lifted be

Above all those that are my foes,

and round encompass me:

Therefore unto his tabernacle

I’ll sacrifices bring

Of joyfulness; I’ll sing, yea, I

to God will praises sing.

⁷O Lord, give ear unto my voice,

when I do cry to thee;

Upon me also mercy have,

and do thou answer me.

⁸When thou didst say, Seek ye my face,

then unto thee reply

Thus did my heart, Above all things

thy face, Lord, seek will I.

⁹Far from me hide not thou thy face;

put not away from thee

Thy servant in thy wrath: thou hast

an helper been to me.

O God of my salvation,

leave me not, nor forsake:

¹⁰Though me my parents both should leave,

the Lord will me up take.

¹¹O Lord, instruct me in thy way,

to me a leader be

In a plain path, because of those

that hatred bear to me.

¹²Give me not to mine en’mies’ will;

for witnesses that lie

Against me risen are, and such

as breathe out cruelty.

¹³I fainted had, unless that I

believed had to see

The Lord’s own goodness in the land

of them that living be.

¹⁴Wait on the Lord, and be thou strong,

and he shall strength afford

Unto thine heart; yea, do thou wait,

I say, upon the Lord.

¹To thee I’ll cry, O Lord, my rock;

hold not thy peace to me;

Lest like those that to pit descend

I by thy silence be.

²The voice hear of my humble pray’rs,

when unto thee I cry;

When to thine holy oracle

I lift mine hands on high.

³With ill men draw me not away

that work iniquity;

That speak peace to their friends, while in

their hearts doth mischief lie.

⁴Give them according to their deeds

and ills endeavoured:

And as their handy-works deserve,

to them be rendered.

⁵God shall not build, but them destroy,

who would not understand

The Lord’s own works, nor did regard

the doing of his hand.

⁶For ever blessed be the Lord,

for graciously he heard

The voice of my petitions,

and prayers did regard.

⁷The Lord’s my strength and shield; my heart

upon him did rely;

And I am helped: hence my heart

doth joy exceedingly,

And with my song I will him praise.

⁸Their strength is God alone:

He also is the saving strength

of his anointed one.

⁹O thine own people do thou save,

bless thine inheritance;

Them also do thou feed, and them

for evermore advance.

¹Give ye unto the Lord, ye sons

that of the mighty be,

All strength and glory to the Lord

with cheerfulness give ye.

²Unto the Lord the glory give

that to his name is due;

And in the beauty of holiness

unto Jehovah bow.

³The Lord’s voice on the waters is;

the God of majesty

Doth thunder, and on multitudes

of waters sitteth he.

⁴A pow’rful voice it is that comes

out from the Lord most high;

The voice of that great Lord is full

of glorious majesty.

⁵The voice of the Eternal doth

asunder cedars tear;

Yea, God the Lord doth cedars break

that Lebanon doth bear.

⁶He makes them like a calf to skip,

ev’n that great Lebanon,

And, like to a young unicorn,

the mountain Sirion.

⁷God’s voice divides the flames of fire;

⁸The desert it doth shake:

The Lord doth make the wilderness

of Kadesh all to quake.

⁹God’s voice doth make the hinds to calve,

it makes the forest bare:

And in his temple ev’ry one

his glory doth declare.

¹⁰The Lord sits on the floods; the Lord

sits King, and ever shall.

¹¹The Lord will give his people strength,

and with peace bless them all.

¹Lord, I will thee extol, for thou

hast lifted me on high,

And over me thou to rejoice

mad’st not mine enemy.

²O thou who art the Lord my God,

I in distress to thee,

With loud cries lifted up my voice,

and thou hast healed me.

³O Lord, my soul thou hast brought up,

and rescu’d from the grave;

That I to pit should not go down,

alive thou didst me save.

⁴O ye that are his holy ones,

sing praise unto the Lord;

And give unto him thanks, when ye

his holiness record.

⁵For but a moment lasts his wrath;

life in his favour lies:

Weeping may for a night endure,

at morn doth joy arise.

⁶In my prosperity I said,

that nothing shall me move.

⁷O Lord, thou hast my mountain made

to stand strong by thy love:

But when that thou, O gracious God,

didst hide thy face from me,

Then quickly was my prosp’rous state

turn’d into misery.

⁸Wherefore unto the Lord my cry

I caused to ascend:

My humble supplication

I to the Lord did send.

⁹What profit is there in my blood,

when I go down to pit?

Shall unto thee the dust give praise?

thy truth declare shall it?

¹⁰Hear, Lord, have mercy; help me, Lord:

¹¹Thou turned hast my sadness

To dancing; yea, my sackcloth loos’d,

and girded me with gladness;

¹²That sing thy praise my glory may,

and never silent be.

O Lord my God, for evermore

I will give thanks to thee.

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.

¹O blessed is the man to whom

is freely pardoned

All the transgression he hath done,

whose sin is covered.

²Bless’d is the man to whom the Lord

imputeth not his sin,

And in whose sp’rit there is no guile,

nor fraud is found therein.

³When as I did refrain my speech,

and silent was my tongue,

My bones then waxed old, because

I roared all day long.

⁴For upon me both day and night

thine hand did heavy lie,

So that my moisture turned is

in summer’s drought thereby.

⁵I thereupon have unto thee

my sin acknowledged,

And likewise mine iniquity

I have not covered:

I will confess unto the Lord

my trespasses, said I;

And of my sin thou freely didst

forgive th’ iniquity.

⁶For this shall ev’ry godly one

his prayer make to thee;

In such a time he shall thee seek,

as found thou mayest be.

Surely, when floods of waters great

do swell up to the brim,

They shall not overwhelm his soul,

nor once come near to him.

⁷Thou art my hiding-place, thou shalt

from trouble keep me free:

Thou with songs of deliverance

about shalt compass me.

⁸I will instruct thee, and thee teach

the way that thou shalt go;

And, with mine eye upon thee set,

I will direction show.

⁹Then be not like the horse or mule,

which do not understand;

Whose mouth, lest they come near to thee,

a bridle must command.

¹⁰Unto the man that wicked is

his sorrows shall abound;

But him that trusteth in the Lord

mercy shall compass round.

¹¹Ye righteous, in the Lord be glad,

in him do ye rejoice:

All ye that upright are in heart,

for joy lift up your voice.

¹Ye righteous, in the Lord rejoice;

it comely is and right,

That upright men, with thankful voice,

should praise the Lord of might.

²Praise God with harp, and unto him

sing with the psaltery;

Upon a ten-string’d instrument

make ye sweet melody.

³A new song to him sing, and play

with loud noise skilfully;

⁴For right is God’s word, all his works

are done in verity.

⁵To judgment and to righteousness

a love he beareth still;

The loving-kindness of the Lord

the earth throughout doth fill.

⁶The heavens by the word of God

did their beginning take;

And by the breathing of his mouth

he all their hosts did make.

⁷The waters of the seas he brings

together as an heap;

And in storehouses, as it were,

he layeth up the deep.

⁸Let earth, and all that live therein,

with rev’rence fear the Lord;

Let all the world’s inhabitants

dread him with one accord.

⁹For he did speak the word, and done

it was without delay;

Established it firmly stood,

whatever he did say.

¹⁰God doth the counsel bring to nought

which heathen folk do take;

And what the people do devise

of none effect doth make.

¹¹O but the counsel of the Lord

doth stand for ever sure;

And of his heart the purposes

from age to age endure.

¹²That nation blessed is, whose God

Jehovah is, and those

A blessed people are, whom for

his heritage he chose.

¹³The Lord from heav’n sees and beholds

all sons of men full well:

¹⁴He views all from his dwelling-place

that in the earth do dwell.

¹⁵He forms their hearts alike, and all

their doings he observes.

¹⁶Great hosts save not a king, much strength

no mighty man preserves.

¹⁷An horse for preservation

is a deceitful thing;

And by the greatness of his strength

can no deliv’rance bring.

¹⁸Behold on those that do him fear

the Lord doth set his eye;

Ev’n those who on his mercy do

with confidence rely.

¹⁹From death to free their soul, in dearth

life unto them to yield.

²⁰Our soul doth wait upon the Lord;

he is our help and shield.

²¹Sith in his holy name we trust,

our heart shall joyful be.

²²Lord, let thy mercy be on us,

as we do hope in thee.

¹God will I bless all times; his praise

my mouth shall still express.

²My soul shall boast in God: the meek

shall hear with joyfulness.

³Extol the Lord with me, let us

exalt his name together.

⁴I sought the Lord, he heard, and did

me from all fears deliver.

⁵They look’d to him, and lighten’d were:

not shamed were their faces.

⁶This poor man cry’d, God heard, and sav’d

him from all his distresses.

⁷The angel of the Lord encamps,

and round encompasseth

All those about that do him fear,

and them delivereth.

⁸O taste and see that God is good:

who trusts in him is bless’d.

⁹Fear God his saints: none that him fear

shall be with want oppress’d.

¹⁰The lions young may hungry be,

and they may lack their food:

But they that truly seek the Lord

shall not lack any good.

¹¹O children, hither do ye come,

and unto me give ear;

I shall you teach to understand

how ye the Lord should fear.

¹²What man is he that life desires,

to see good would live long?

¹³Thy lips refrain from speaking guile,

and from ill words thy tongue.

¹⁴Depart from ill, do good, seek peace,

pursue it earnestly.

¹⁵God’s eyes are on the just; his ears

are open to their cry.

¹⁶The face of God is set against

those that do wickedly,

That he may quite out from the earth

cut off their memory.

¹⁷The righteous cry unto the Lord,

he unto them gives ear;

And they out of their troubles all

by him deliver’d are.

¹⁸The Lord is ever nigh to them

that be of broken sp’rit;

To them he safety doth afford

that are in heart contrite.

¹⁹The troubles that afflict the just

in number many be;

But yet at length out of them all

the Lord doth set him free.

²⁰He carefully his bones doth keep,

whatever can befall;

That not so much as one of them

can broken be at all.

²¹Ill shall the wicked slay; laid waste

shall be who hate the just.

²²The Lord redeems his servants’ souls;

none perish that him trust.

¹Plead, Lord, with those that plead; and fight

with those that fight with me.

²Of shield and buckler take thou hold,

stand up mine help to be.

³Draw also out the spear, and do

against them stop the way

That me pursue: unto my soul,

I’m thy salvation, say.

⁴Let them confounded be and sham’d

that for my soul have sought:

Who plot my hurt turn’d back be they,

and to confusion brought.

⁵Let them be like unto the chaff

that flies before the wind;

And let the angel of the Lord

pursue them hard behind.

⁶With darkness cover thou their way,

and let it slipp’ry prove;

And let the angel of the Lord

pursue them from above.

⁷For without cause have they for me

their net hid in a pit,

They also have without a cause

for my soul digged it.

⁸Let ruin seize him unawares;

his net he hid withal

Himself let catch; and in the same

destruction let him fall.

⁹My soul in God shall joy; and glad

in his salvation be:

¹⁰And all my bones shall say, O Lord,

who is like unto thee,

Which dost the poor set free from him

that is for him too strong;

The poor and needy from the man

that spoils and does him wrong?

¹¹False witnesses rose; to my charge

things I not knew they laid.

¹²They, to the spoiling of my soul,

me ill for good repaid.

¹³But as for me, when they were sick,

in sackcloth sad I mourn’d:

My humbled soul did fast, my pray’r

into my bosom turn’d.

¹⁴Myself I did behave as he

had been my friend or brother;

I heavily bow’d down, as one

that mourneth for his mother.

¹⁵But in my trouble they rejoic’d,

gath’ring themselves together;

Yea, abjects vile together did

themselves against me gather:

I knew it not; they did me tear,

and quiet would not be.

¹⁶With mocking hypocrites, at feasts

they gnash’d their teeth at me.

¹⁷How long, Lord, look’st thou on? from those

destructions they intend

Rescue my soul, from lions young

my darling do defend.

¹⁸I will give thanks to thee, O Lord,

within th’ assembly great;

And where much people gather’d are

thy praises forth will set.

¹⁹Let not my wrongful enemies

proudly rejoice o’er me;

Nor who me hate without a cause,

let them wink with the eye.

²⁰For peace they do not speak at all;

but crafty plots prepare

Against all those within the land

that meek and quiet are.

²¹With mouths set wide, they ‘gainst me said,

Ha, ha! our eye doth see.

²²Lord, thou hast seen, hold not thy peace;

Lord, be not far from me.

²³Stir up thyself; wake, that thou may’st

judgment to me afford,

Ev’n to my cause, O thou that art

my only God and Lord.

²⁴O Lord my God, do thou me judge

after thy righteousness;

And let them not their joy ‘gainst me

triumphantly express:

²⁵Nor let them say within their hearts,

Ah, we would have it thus;

Nor suffer them to say, that he

is swallow’d up by us.

²⁶Sham’d and confounded be they all

that at my hurt are glad;

Let those against me that do boast

with shame and scorn be clad.

²⁷Let them that love my righteous cause

be glad, shout, and not cease

To say, The Lord be magnify’d,

who loves his servant’s peace.

²⁸Thy righteousness shall also be

declared by my tongue;

The praises that belong to thee

speak shall it all day long.

¹The wicked man’s transgression

within my heart thus says,

Undoubtedly the fear of God

is not before his eyes.

²Because himself he flattereth

in his own blinded eye,

Until the hatefulness be found

of his iniquity.

³Words from his mouth proceeding are,

fraud and iniquity:

He to be wise, and to do good,

hath left off utterly.

⁴He mischief, lying on his bed,

most cunningly doth plot:

He sets himself in ways not good,

ill he abhorreth not.

⁵Thy mercy, Lord, is in the heav’ns;

thy truth doth reach the clouds:

⁶Thy justice is like mountains great;

thy judgments deep as floods:

Lord, thou preservest man and beast.

⁷How precious is thy grace!

Therefore in shadow of thy wings

men’s sons their trust shall place.

⁸They with the fatness of thy house

shall be well satisfy’d;

From rivers of thy pleasures thou

wilt drink to them provide.

⁹Because of life the fountain pure

remains alone with thee;

And in that purest light of thine

we clearly light shall see.

¹⁰Thy loving-kindness unto them

continue that thee know;

And still on men upright in heart

thy righteousness bestow.

¹¹Let not the foot of cruel pride

come, and against me stand;

And let me not removed be,

Lord, by the wicked’s hand.

¹²There fallen are they, and ruined,

that work iniquities:

Cast down they are, and never shall

be able to arise.

¹For evil-doers fret thou not

thyself unquietly;

Nor do thou envy bear to those

that work iniquity.

²For, even like unto the grass,

soon be cut down shall they;

And, like the green and tender herb,

they wither shall away.

³Set thou thy trust upon the Lord,

and be thou doing good;

And so thou in the land shalt dwell,

and verily have food.

⁴Delight thyself in God; he’ll give

thine heart’s desire to thee.

⁵Thy way to God commit, him trust,

it bring to pass shall he.

⁶And, like unto the light, he shall

thy righteousness display;

And he thy judgment shall bring forth

like noon-tide of the day.

⁷Rest in the Lord, and patiently

wait for him: do not fret

For him who, prosp’ring in his way,

success in sin doth get.

⁸Do thou from anger cease, and wrath

see thou forsake also:

Fret not thyself in any wise,

that evil thou should’st do.

⁹For those that evil doers are

shall be cut off and fall:

But those that wait upon the Lord

the earth inherit shall.

¹⁰For yet a little while, and then

the wicked shall not be;

His place thou shalt consider well,

but it thou shalt not see.

¹¹But by inheritance the earth

the meek ones shall possess:

They also shall delight themselves

in an abundant peace.

¹²The wicked plots against the just,

and at him whets his teeth:

¹³The Lord shall laugh at him, because

his day he coming seeth.

¹⁴The wicked have drawn out the sword,

and bent their bow, to slay

The poor and needy, and to kill

men of an upright way.

¹⁵But their own sword, which they have drawn,

shall enter their own heart:

Their bows which they have bent shall break,

and into pieces part.

¹⁶A little that a just man hath

is more and better far

Than is the wealth of many such

as lewd and wicked are.

¹⁷For sinners’ arms shall broken be;

but God the just sustains.

¹⁸God knows the just man’s days, and still

their heritage remains.

¹⁹They shall not be asham’d when they

the evil time do see;

And when the days of famine are,

they satisfy’d shall be.

²⁰But wicked men, and foes of God,

as fat of lambs, decay;

They shall consume, yea, into smoke

they shall consume away.

²¹The wicked borrows, but the same

again he doth not pay;

Whereas the righteous mercy shews,

and gives his own away.

²²For such as blessed be of him

the earth inherit shall;

And they that cursed are of him

shall be destroyed all.

²³A good man’s footsteps by the Lord

are ordered aright;

And in the way wherein he walks

he greatly doth delight.

²⁴Although he fall, yet shall he not

be cast down utterly;

Because the Lord with his own hand

upholds him mightily.

²⁵I have been young, and now am old,

yet have I never seen

The just man left, nor that his seed

for bread have beggars been.

²⁶He’s ever merciful, and lends:

his seed is bless’d therefore.

²⁷Depart from evil, and do good,

and dwell for evermore.

²⁸For God loves judgment, and his saints

leaves not in any case;

They are kept ever: but cut off

shall be the sinner’s race.

²⁹The just inherit shall the land,

and ever in it dwell:

³⁰The just man’s mouth doth wisdom speak;

his tongue doth judgment tell.

³¹In’s heart the law is of his God,

his steps slide not away.

³²The wicked man doth watch the just,

and seeketh him to slay.

³³Yet him the Lord will not forsake,

nor leave him in his hands:

The righteous will he not condemn,

when he in judgment stands.

³⁴Wait on the Lord, and keep his way,

and thee exalt shall he

Th’ earth to inherit; when cut off

the wicked thou shalt see.

³⁵I saw the wicked great in pow’r,

spread like a green bay-tree:

³⁶He pass’d, yea, was not; him I sought,

but found he could not be.

³⁷Mark thou the perfect, and behold

the man of uprightness;

Because that surely of this man

the latter end is peace.

³⁸But those men that transgressors are

shall be destroy’d together;

The latter end of wicked men

shall be cut off for ever.

³⁹But the salvation of the just

is from the Lord above;

He in the time of their distress

their stay and strength doth prove.

⁴⁰The Lord shall help, and them deliver:

he shall them free and save

From wicked men; because in him

their confidence they have.

¹In thy great indignation,

O Lord, rebuke me not;

Nor on me lay thy chast’ning hand,

in thy displeasure hot.

²For in me fast thine arrows stick,

thine hand doth press me sore:

³And in my flesh there is no health,

nor soundness any more.

This grief I have, because thy wrath

is forth against me gone;

And in my bones there is no rest,

for sin that I have done.

⁴Because gone up above mine head

my great transgressions be;

And, as a weighty burden, they

too heavy are for me.

⁵My wounds do stink, and are corrupt;

my folly makes it so.

⁶I troubled am, and much bow’d down;

all day I mourning go.

⁷For a disease that loathsome is

so fills my loins with pain,

That in my weak and weary flesh

no soundness doth remain.

⁸So feeble and infirm am I,

and broken am so sore,

That, through disquiet of my heart,

I have been made to roar.

⁹O Lord, all that I do desire

is still before thine eye;

And of my heart the secret groans

not hidden are from thee.

¹⁰My heart doth pant incessantly,

my strength doth quite decay;

As for mine eyes, their wonted light

is from me gone away.

¹¹My lovers and my friends do stand

at distance from my sore;

And those do stand aloof that were

kinsmen and kind before.

¹²Yea, they that seek my life lay snares:

who seek to do me wrong

Speak things mischievous, and deceits

imagine all day long.

¹³But, as one deaf, that heareth not,

I suffer’d all to pass;

I as a dumb man did become,

whose mouth not open’d was:

¹⁴As one that hears not, in whose mouth

are no reproofs at all.

¹⁵For, Lord, I hope in thee; my God,

thou’lt hear me when I call.

¹⁶For I said, Hear me, lest they should

rejoice o’er me with pride;

And o’er me magnify themselves,

when as my foot doth slide.

¹⁷For I am near to halt, my grief

is still before mine eye:

¹⁸For I’ll declare my sin, and grieve

for mine iniquity.

¹⁹But yet mine en’mies lively are,

and strong are they beside;

And they that hate me wrongfully

are greatly multiply’d.

²⁰And they for good that render ill,

as en’mies me withstood;

Yea, ev’n for this, because that I

do follow what is good.

²¹Forsake me not, O Lord; my God,

far from me never be.

²²O Lord, thou my salvation art,

haste to give help to me.

¹I said, I will look to my ways,

lest with my tongue I sin:

In sight of wicked men my mouth

with bridle I’ll keep in.

²With silence I as dumb became,

I did myself restrain

From speaking good; but then the more

increased was my pain.

³My heart within me waxed hot;

and, while I musing was,

The fire did burn; and from my tongue

these words I did let pass:

⁴Mine end, and measure of my days,

O Lord, unto me show

What is the same; that I thereby

my frailty well may know.

⁵Lo, thou my days an handbreadth mad’st;

mine age is in thine eye

As nothing: sure each man at best

is wholly vanity.

⁶Sure each man walks in a vain show;

they vex themselves in vain:

He heaps up wealth, and doth not know

to whom it shall pertain.

⁷And now, O Lord, what wait I for?

my hope is fix’d on thee.

⁸Free me from all my trespasses,

the fool’s scorn make not me.

⁹Dumb was I, op’ning not my mouth,

because this work was thine.

¹⁰Thy stroke take from me; by the blow

of thine hand I do pine.

¹¹When with rebukes thou dost correct

man for iniquity,

Thou wastes his beauty like a moth:

sure each man’s vanity.

¹²Attend my cry, Lord, at my tears

and pray’rs not silent be:

I sojourn as my fathers all,

and stranger am with thee.

¹³O spare thou me, that I my strength

recover may again,

Before from hence I do depart,

and here no more remain.

¹I waited for the Lord my God,

and patiently did bear;

At length to me he did incline

my voice and cry to hear.

²He took me from a fearful pit,

and from the miry clay,

And on a rock he set my feet,

establishing my way.

³He put a new song in my mouth,

our God to magnify:

Many shall see it, and shall fear,

and on the Lord rely.

⁴O blessed is the man whose trust

upon the Lord relies;

Respecting not the proud, nor such

as turn aside to lies.

⁵O Lord my God, full many are

the wonders thou hast done;

Thy gracious thoughts to us-ward far

above all thoughts are gone:

In order none can reckon them

to thee: if them declare,

And speak of them I would, they more

than can be number’d are.

⁶No sacrifice nor offering

didst thou at all desire;

Mine ears thou bor’d: sin-off ‘ring thou

and burnt didst not require:

⁷Then to the Lord these were my words,

I come, behold and see;

Within the volume of the book

it written is of me:

⁸To do thy will I take delight,

O thou my God that art;

Yea, that most holy law of thine

I have within my heart.

⁹Within the congregation great

I righteousness did preach:

Lo, thou dost know, O Lord, that I

refrained not my speech.

¹⁰I never did within my heart

conceal thy righteousness;

I thy salvation have declar’d,

and shown thy faithfulness:

Thy kindness, which most loving is,

concealed have not I,

Nor from the congregation great

have hid thy verity.

¹¹Thy tender mercies, Lord, from me

O do thou not restrain;

Thy loving-kindness, and thy truth,

let them me still maintain.

¹²For ills past reck’ning compass me,

and mine iniquities

Such hold upon me taken have,

I cannot lift mine eyes:

They more than hairs are on mine head,

thence is my heart dismay’d.

¹³Be pleased, Lord, to rescue me;

Lord, hasten to mine aid.

¹⁴Sham’d and confounded be they all

that seek my soul to kill;

Yea, let them backward driven be,

and sham’d, that wish me ill.

¹⁵For a reward of this their shame

confounded let them be.

That in this manner scoffing say,

Aha, aha! to me.

¹⁶In thee let all be glad, and joy,

who seeking thee abide;

Who thy salvation love, say still,

The Lord be magnify’d.

¹⁷I’m poor and needy, yet the Lord

of me a care doth take:

Thou art my help and saviour,

my God, no tarrying make.

¹Blessed is he that wisely doth

the poor man’s case consider;

For when the time of trouble is,

the Lord will him deliver.

²God will him keep, yea, save alive;

on earth he bless’d shall live;

And to his enemies’ desire

thou wilt him not up give.

³God will give strength when he on bed

of languishing doth mourn;

And in his sickness sore, O Lord,

thou all his bed wilt turn.

⁴I said, O Lord, do thou extend

thy mercy unto me;

O do thou heal my soul; for why?

I have offended thee.

⁵Those that to me are enemies,

of me do evil say,

When shall he die, that so his name

may perish quite away?

⁶To see me if he comes, he speaks

vain words: but then his heart

Heaps mischief to it, which he tells,

when forth he doth depart.

⁷My haters jointly whispering,

’gainst me my hurt devise.

⁸Mischief, say they, cleaves fast to him;

he li’th, and shall not rise.

⁹Yea, ev’n mine own familiar friend,

on whom I did rely,

Who ate my bread, ev’n he his heel

against me lifted high.

¹⁰But, Lord, be merciful to me,

and up again me raise,

That I may justly them requite

according to their ways.

¹¹By this I know that certainly

I favour’d am by thee;

Because my hateful enemy

triumphs not over me.

¹²But as for me, thou me uphold’st

in mine integrity;

And me before thy countenance

thou sett’st continually.

¹³The Lord, the God of Israel,

be bless’d for ever then,

From age to age eternally.

Amen, yea, and amen.

¹Like as the hart for water-brooks

in thirst doth pant and bray;

So pants my longing soul, O God,

that come to thee I may.

²My soul for God, the living God,

doth thirst: when shall I near

Unto thy countenance approach,

and in God’s sight appear?

³My tears have unto me been meat,

both in the night and day,

While unto me continually,

Where is thy God? they say.

⁴My soul is poured out in me,

when this I think upon;

Because that with the multitude

I heretofore had gone:

With them into God’s house I went,

with voice of joy and praise;

Yea, with the multitude that kept

the solemn holy days.

⁵O why art thou cast down, my soul?

why in me so dismay’d?

Trust God, for I shall praise him yet,

his count’nance is mine aid.

⁶My God, my soul’s cast down in me;

thee therefore mind I will

From Jordan’s land, the Hermonites,

and ev’n from Mizar hill.

⁷At the noise of thy water-spouts

deep unto deep doth call;

Thy breaking waves pass over me,

yea, and thy billows all.

⁸His loving-kindness yet the Lord

command will in the day,

His song’s with me by night; to God,

by whom I live, I’ll pray:

⁹And I will say to God my rock,

Why me forgett’st thou so?

Why, for my foes’ oppression,

thus mourning do I go?

¹⁰’Tis as a sword within my bones,

when my foes me upbraid;

Ev’n when by them, Where is thy God?

’tis daily to me said.

¹¹O why art thou cast down, my soul?

why, thus with grief opprest,

Art thou disquieted in me?

in God still hope and rest:

For yet I know I shall him praise,

who graciously to me

The health is of my countenance,

yea, mine own God is he.

¹Judge me, O God, and plead my cause

against th’ ungodly nation;

From the unjust and crafty man,

O be thou my salvation.

²For thou the God art of my strength;

why thrusts thou me thee fro’?

For th’ enemy’s oppression

why do I mourning go?

³O send thy light forth and thy truth;

let them be guides to me,

And bring me to thine holy hill,

ev’n where thy dwellings be.

⁴Then will I to God’s altar go,

to God my chiefest joy:

Yea, God, my God, thy name to praise

my harp I will employ.

⁵Why art thou then cast down, my soul?

what should discourage thee?

And why with vexing thoughts art thou

disquieted in me?

Still trust in God; for him to praise

good cause I yet shall have:

He of my count’nance is the health,

my God that doth me save.

¹O God, we with our ears have heard,

our fathers have us told,

What works thou in their days hadst done,

ev’n in the days of old.

²Thy hand did drive the heathen out,

and plant them in their place;

Thou didst afflict the nations,

but them thou didst increase.

³For neither got their sword the land,

nor did their arm them save;

But thy right hand, arm, countenance;

for thou them favour gave.

⁴Thou art my King: for Jacob, Lord,

deliv’rances command.

⁵Through thee we shall push down our foes,

that do against us stand:

We, through thy name, shall tread down those

that ris’n against us have.

⁶For in my bow I shall not trust,

nor shall my sword me save.

⁷But from our foes thou hast us sav’d,

our haters put to shame.

⁸In God we all the day do boast,

and ever praise thy name.

⁹But now we are cast off by thee,

and us thou putt’st to shame;

And when our armies do go forth,

thou go’st not with the same.

¹⁰Thou mak’st us from the enemy,

faint-hearted, to turn back;

And they who hate us for themselves

our spoils away do take.

¹¹Like sheep for meat thou gavest us;

’mong heathen cast we be.

¹²Thou didst for nought thy people sell;

their price enrich’d not thee.

¹³Thou mak’st us a reproach to be

unto our neighbours near;

Derision and a scorn to them

that round about us are.

¹⁴A by-word also thou dost us

among the heathen make;

The people, in contempt and spite,

at us their heads do shake.

¹⁵Before me my confusion

continually abides;

And of my bashful countenance

the shame me ever hides:

¹⁶For voice of him that doth reproach,

and speaketh blasphemy;

By reason of th’ avenging foe,

and cruel enemy.

¹⁷All this is come on us, yet we

have not forgotten thee;

Nor falsely in thy covenant

behav’d ourselves have we.

¹⁸Back from thy way our heart not turn’d;

our steps no straying made;

¹⁹Though us thou brak’st in dragons’ place,

and cover’dst with death’s shade.

²⁰If we God’s name forgot, or stretch’d

to a strange god our hands,

²¹Shall not God search this out? for he

heart’s secrets understands.

²²Yea, for thy sake we’re kill’d all day,

counted as slaughter-sheep.

²³Rise, Lord, cast us not ever off;

awake, why dost thou sleep?

²⁴O wherefore hidest thou thy face?

forgett’st our cause distress’d,

²⁵And our oppression? For our soul

is to the dust down press’d:

Our belly also on the earth

fast cleaving, hold doth take.

²⁶Rise for our help, and us redeem,

ev’n for thy mercies’ sake.

¹My heart brings forth a goodly thing;

my words that I indite

Concern the King: my tongue’s a pen

of one that swift doth write.

²Thou fairer art than sons of men:

into thy lips is store

Of grace infus’d; God therefore thee

hath bless’d for evermore.

³O thou that art the mighty One,

thy sword gird on thy thigh;

Ev’n with thy glory excellent,

and with thy majesty.

⁴For meekness, truth, and righteousness,

in state ride prosp’rously;

And thy right hand shall thee instruct

in things that fearful be.

⁵Thine arrows sharply pierce the heart

of th’ en’mies of the King;

And under thy subjection

the people down do bring.

⁶For ever and for ever is,

O God, thy throne of might;

The sceptre of thy kingdom is

a sceptre that is right.

⁷Thou lovest right, and hatest ill;

for God, thy God, most high,

Above thy fellows hath with th’ oil

of joy anointed thee.

⁸Of aloes, myrrh, and cassia,

a smell thy garments had,

Out of the iv’ry palaces,

whereby they made thee glad.

⁹Among thy women honourable

kings’ daughters were at hand:

Upon thy right hand did the queen

in gold of Ophir stand.

¹⁰O daughter, hearken and regard,

and do thine ear incline;

Likewise forget thy father’s house,

and people that are thine.

¹¹Then of the King desir’d shall be

thy beauty veh’mently:

Because he is thy Lord, do thou

him worship rev’rently.

¹²The daughter there of Tyre shall be

with gifts and off ‘rings great:

Those of the people that are rich

thy favour shall entreat.

¹³Behold, the daughter of the King

all glorious is within;

And with embroideries of gold

her garments wrought have been.

¹⁴She shall be brought unto the King

in robes with needle wrought;

Her fellow-virgins following

shall unto thee be brought.

¹⁵They shall be brought with gladness great,

and mirth on ev’ry side,

Into the palace of the King,

and there they shall abide.

¹⁶Instead of those thy fathers dear,

thy children thou may’st take,

And in all places of the earth

them noble princes make.

¹⁷Thy name remember’d I will make

through ages all to be:

The people therefore evermore

shall praises give to thee.

¹My heart inditing is

good matter in a song:

I speak the things that I have made,

which to the King belong:

My tongue shall be as quick,

his honour to indite,

As is the pen of any scribe

that useth fast to write.

²Thou’rt fairest of all men;

grace in thy lips doth flow:

And therefore blessings evermore

on thee doth God bestow.

³Thy sword gird on thy thigh,

thou that art most of might:

Appear in dreadful majesty,

and in thy glory bright.

⁴For meekness, truth, and right,

ride prosp’rously in state;

And thy right hand shall teach to thee

things terrible and great.

⁵Thy shafts shall pierce their hearts

that foes are to the King;

Whereby into subjection

the people thou shalt bring.

⁶Thy royal seat, O Lord,

for ever shall remain:

The sceptre of thy kingdom doth

all righteousness maintain.

⁷Thou lov’st right, and hat’st ill;

for God, thy God, most high,

Above thy fellows hath with th’ oil

of joy anointed thee.

⁸Of myrrh and spices sweet

a smell thy garments had,

Out of the iv’ry palaces,

whereby they made thee glad.

⁹And in thy glorious train

kings’ daughters waiting stand;

And thy fair queen, in Ophir gold,

doth stand at thy right hand.

¹⁰O daughter, take good heed,

incline, and give good ear;

Thou must forget thy kindred all,

and father’s house most dear.

¹¹Thy beauty to the King

shall then delightful be:

And do thou humbly worship him,

because thy Lord is he.

¹²The daughter then of Tyre

there with a gift shall be,

And all the wealthy of the land

shall make their suit to thee.

¹³The daughter of the King

all glorious is within;

And with embroideries of gold

her garments wrought have been.

¹⁴She cometh to the King

in robes with needle wrought;

The virgins that do follow her

shall unto thee be brought.

¹⁵They shall be brought with joy,

and mirth on ev’ry side,

Into the palace of the King,

and there they shall abide.

¹⁶And in thy fathers’ stead,

thy children thou may’st take,

And in all places of the earth

them noble princes make.

¹⁷I will shew forth thy name

to generations all:

Therefore the people evermore

to thee give praises shall.

¹God is our refuge and our strength,

in straits a present aid;

²Therefore, although the earth remove,

we will not be afraid:

Though hills amidst the seas be cast;

³Though waters roaring make,

And troubled be; yea, though the hills,

by swelling seas do shake.

⁴A river is, whose streams do glad

the city of our God;

The holy place, wherein the Lord

most high hath his abode.

⁵God in the midst of her doth dwell;

nothing shall her remove:

The Lord to her an helper will,

and that right early, prove.

⁶The heathen rag’d tumultuously,

the kingdoms moved were:

The Lord God uttered his voice,

the earth did melt for fear.

⁷The Lord of hosts upon our side

doth constantly remain:

The God of Jacob’s our refuge,

us safely to maintain.

⁸Come, and behold what wondrous works

have by the Lord been wrought;

Come, see what desolations

he on the earth hath brought.

⁹Unto the ends of all the earth

wars into peace he turns:

The bow he breaks, the spear he cuts,

in fire the chariot burns.

¹⁰Be still, and know that I am God;

among the heathen I

Will be exalted; I on earth

will be exalted high.

¹¹Our God, who is the Lord of hosts,

is still upon our side;

The God of Jacob our refuge

for ever will abide.

¹All people, clap your hands; to God

with voice of triumph shout:

²For dreadful is the Lord most high,

great King the earth throughout.

³The heathen people under us

he surely shall subdue;

And he shall make the nations

under our feet to bow.

⁴The lot of our inheritance

chuse out for us shall he,

Of Jacob, whom he loved well,

ev’n the excellency.

⁵God is with shouts gone up, the Lord

with trumpets sounding high.

⁶Sing praise to God, sing praise, sing praise,

praise to our King sing ye.

⁷For God is King of all the earth;

with knowledge praise express.

⁸God rules the nations: God sits on

his throne of holiness.

⁹The princes of the people are

assembled willingly;

Ev’n of the God of Abraham

they who the people be.

For why? the shields that do defend

the earth are only his:

They to the Lord belong; yea, he

exalted greatly is.

¹Great is the Lord, and greatly he

is to be praised still,

Within the city of our God,

upon his holy hill.

²Mount Sion stands most beautiful,

the joy of all the land;

The city of the mighty King

on her north side doth stand.

³The Lord within her palaces

is for a refuge known.

⁴For, lo, the kings that gather’d were

together, by have gone.

⁵But when they did behold the same,

they, wond’ring, would not stay;

But, being troubled at the sight,

they thence did haste away.

⁶Great terror there took hold on them;

they were possess’d with fear;

Their grief came like a woman’s pain,

when she a child doth bear.

⁷Thou Tarshish ships with east wind break’st:

⁸As we have heard it told,

So, in the city of the Lord,

our eyes did it behold;

In our God’s city, which his hand

for ever stablish will.

⁹We of thy loving-kindness thought,

Lord, in thy temple still.

¹⁰O Lord, according to thy name,

through all the earth’s thy praise;

And thy right hand, O Lord, is full

of righteousness always.

¹¹Because thy judgments are made known,

let Sion mount rejoice;

Of Judah let the daughters all

send forth a cheerful voice.

¹²Walk about Sion, and go round;

the high tow’rs thereof tell:

¹³Consider ye her palaces,

and mark her bulwarks well;

That ye may tell posterity.

¹⁴For this God doth abide

Our God for evermore; he will

ev’n unto death us guide.

¹Hear this, all people, and give ear,

all in the world that dwell;

²Both low and high, both rich and poor.

³My mouth shall wisdom tell:

My heart shall knowledge meditate.

⁴I will incline mine ear

To parables, and on the harp

my sayings dark declare.

⁵Amidst those days that evil be,

why should I, fearing, doubt?

When of my heels th’ iniquity

shall compass me about.

⁶Whoe’er they be that in their wealth

their confidence do pitch,

And boast themselves, because they are

become exceeding rich:

⁷Yet none of these his brother can

redeem by any way;

Nor can he unto God for him

sufficient ransom pay,

⁸(Their soul’s redemption precious is,

and it can never be,)

⁹That still he should for ever live,

and not corruption see.

¹⁰For why? he seeth that wise men die,

and brutish fools also

Do perish; and their wealth, when dead,

to others they let go.

¹¹Their inward thought is, that their house

and dwelling-places shall

Stand through all ages; they their lands

by their own names do call.

¹²But yet in honour shall not man

abide continually;

But passing hence, may be compar’d

unto the beasts that die.

¹³Thus brutish folly plainly is

their wisdom and their way;

Yet their posterity approve

what they do fondly say.

¹⁴Like sheep they in the grave are laid,

and death shall them devour;

And in the morning upright men

shall over them have pow’r:

Their beauty from their dwelling shall

consume within the grave.

¹⁵But from hell’s hand God will me free,

for he shall me receive.

¹⁶Be thou not then afraid when one

enriched thou dost see,

Nor when the glory of his house

advanced is on high:

¹⁷For he shall carry nothing hence

when death his days doth end;

Nor shall his glory after him

into the grave descend.

¹⁸Although he his own soul did bless

whilst he on earth did live;

(And when thou to thyself dost well,

men will thee praises give;)

¹⁹He to his fathers’ race shall go,

they never shall see light.

²⁰Man honour’d wanting knowledge is

like beasts that perish quite.

¹The mighty God, the Lord,

hath spoken, and did call

The earth, from rising of the sun,

to where he hath his fall.

²From out of Sion hill,

which of excellency

And beauty the perfection is,

God shined gloriously.

³Our God shall surely come,

keep silence shall not he:

Before him fire shall waste, great storms

shall round about him be.

⁴Unto the heavens clear

he from above shall call,

And to the earth likewise, that he

may judge his people all.

⁵Together let my saints

unto me gather’d be,

Those that by sacrifice have made

a covenant with me.

⁶And then the heavens shall

his righteousness declare:

Because the Lord himself is he

by whom men judged are.

⁷My people Isr’el hear,

speak will I from on high,

Against thee I will testify;

God, ev’n thy God, am I.

⁸I for thy sacrifice

no blame will on thee lay,

Nor for burnt-off ‘rings, which to me

thou offer’dst ev’ry day.

⁹I’ll take no calf nor goats

from house or fold of thine:

¹⁰For beasts of forests, cattle all

on thousand hills, are mine.

¹¹The fowls on mountains high

are all to me well known;

Wild beasts which in the fields do lie,

ev’n they are all mine own.

¹²Then, if I hungry were,

I would not tell it thee;

Because the world, and fulness all

thereof, belongs to me.

¹³Will I eat flesh of bulls?

or goats’ blood drink will I?

¹⁴Thanks offer thou to God, and pay

thy vows to the most High.

¹⁵And call upon me when

in trouble thou shalt be;

I will deliver thee, and thou

my name shalt glorify.

¹⁶But to the wicked man

God saith, My laws and truth

Should’st thou declare? how dar’st thou take

my cov’nant in thy mouth?

¹⁷Sith thou instruction hat’st,

which should thy ways direct;

And sith my words behind thy back

thou cast’st, and dost reject.

¹⁸When thou a thief didst see,

with him thou didst consent;

And with the vile adulterers

partaker on thou went.

¹⁹Thou giv’st thy mouth to ill,

thy tongue deceit doth frame;

²⁰Thou sitt’st, and ‘gainst thy brother speak’st,

thy mother’s son dost shame.

²¹Because I silence kept,

while thou these things hast wrought;

That I was altogether like

thyself, hath been thy thought;

Yet I will thee reprove,

and set before thine eyes,

In order ranked, thy misdeeds

and thine iniquities.

²²Now, ye that God forget,

this carefully consider;

Lest I in pieces tear you all,

and none can you deliver.

²³Whoso doth offer praise

me glorifies; and I

Will shew him God’s salvation,

that orders right his way.

¹The mighty God, the Lord, hath spoke,

and call’d the earth upon,

Ev’n from the rising of the sun

unto his going down.

²From out of Sion, his own hill,

where the perfection high

Of beauty is, from thence the Lord

hath shined gloriously.

³Our God shall come, and shall no more

be silent, but speak out:

Before him fire shall waste, great storms

shall compass him about.

⁴He to the heavens from above,

and to the earth below,

Shall call, that he his judgments may

before his people show.

⁵Let all my saints together be

unto me gathered;

Those that by sacrifice with me

a covenant have made.

⁶And then the heavens shall declare

his righteousness abroad:

Because the Lord himself doth come;

none else is judge but God.

⁷Hear, O my people, and I’ll speak;

O Israel by name,

Against thee I will testify;

God, ev’n thy God, I am.

⁸I for thy sacrifices few

reprove thee never will,

Nor for burnt-off ‘rings to have been

before me offer’d still.

⁹I’ll take no bullock nor he-goats

from house nor folds of thine:

¹⁰For beasts of forests, cattle all

on thousand hills, are mine.

¹¹The fowls are all to me well known

that mountains high do yield;

And I do challenge as mine own

the wild beasts of the field.

¹²If I were hungry, I would not

to thee for need complain;

For earth, and all its fulness, doth

to me of right pertain.

¹³That I to eat the flesh of bulls

take pleasure dost thou think?

Or that I need, to quench my thirst,

the blood of goats to drink?

¹⁴Nay, rather unto me, thy God,

thanksgiving offer thou:

To the most High perform thy word,

and fully pay thy vow:

¹⁵And in the day of trouble great

see that thou call on me;