401 To the chief Musician. Of David. A Psalm. I waited patiently for Jehovah; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. 2 And he brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock; he hath established my goings: 3 And he hath put a new song in my mouth, praise unto our God. Many shall see it, and fear, and shall confide in Jehovah. 4 Blessed is the man that hath made Jehovah his confidence, and turneth not to the proud, and to such as turn aside to lies. 5 Thou, O Jehovah my God, hast multiplied thy marvellous works, and thy thoughts toward us: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee; would I declare and speak [them], they are more than can be numbered.
6 Sacrifice and oblation thou didst not desire: ears hast thou prepared me. Burnt-offering and sin-offering hast thou not demanded; 7 Then said I, Behold, I come, in the volume of the book it is written of me— 8 To do thy good pleasure, my God, is my delight, and thy law is within my heart. 9 I have published righteousness in the great congregation: behold, I have not withheld my lips, Jehovah, thou knowest. 10 I have not hidden thy righteousness within my heart; I have declared thy faithfulness and thy salvation: I have not concealed thy loving-kindness and thy truth from the great congregation.
11 Withhold not thou, Jehovah, thy tender mercies from me; let thy loving-kindness and thy truth continually preserve me. 12 For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I cannot see; they are more than the hairs of my head: and my heart hath failed me. 13 Be pleased, O Jehovah, to deliver me; Jehovah, make haste to my help. 14 Let them be ashamed and brought to confusion together that seek after my soul to destroy it; let them be turned backward and confounded that take pleasure in mine adversity; 15 Let them be desolate, because of their shame, that say unto me, Aha! Aha! 16 Let all those that seek thee be glad and rejoice in thee; let such as love thy salvation say continually, Jehovah be magnified! 17 But I am afflicted and needy: the Lord thinketh upon me. Thou art my help and my deliverer: my God, make no delay.
411 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Blessed is he that understandeth the poor: Jehovah will deliver him in the day of evil. 2 Jehovah will preserve him, and keep him alive; he shall be made happy in the land; and thou wilt not deliver him to the will of his enemies. 3 Jehovah will sustain him upon the bed of languishing: thou turnest all his bed in his sickness. 4 As for me, I said, Jehovah, be gracious unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
5 Mine enemies wish me evil: When will he die, and his name perish? 6 And if one come to see [me], he speaketh falsehood; his heart gathereth wickedness to itself: he goeth abroad, he telleth [it]. 7 All that hate me whisper together against me; against me do they devise my hurt. 8 A thing of Belial cleaveth fast unto him; and now that he is laid down, he will rise up no more. 9 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I confided, who did eat of my bread, hath lifted up [his] heel against me. 10 But thou, Jehovah, be gracious unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them. 11 By this I know that thou delightest in me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me. 12 But as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever. 13 Blessed be Jehovah, the God of Israel, from eternity to eternity! Amen, and Amen.
421 To the chief Musician. An instruction; of the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. 2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? 3 My tears have been my bread day and night, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God? 4 These things I remember and have poured out my soul within me: how I passed along with the multitude, how I went on with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a festive multitude. 5 Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [for] the health of his countenance.
6 My God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and the Hermons, from mount Mizar. 7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy cataracts; all thy breakers and thy billows are gone over me. 8 In the day-time will Jehovah command his loving-kindness, and in the night his song shall be with me, a prayer unto the God of my life. 9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 10 As with a crushing in my bones mine adversaries reproach me, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God? 11 Why art thou cast down, my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [who is] the health of my countenance, and my God.
431 Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation; deliver me from the deceitful and unrighteous man. 2 For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou cast me off? why go I about mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 3 Send out thy light and thy truth: they shall lead me, they shall bring me to thy holy mount, and unto thy habitations. 4 Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto the God of the gladness of my joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God, my God. 5 Why art thou cast down, my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [who is] the health of my countenance, and my God.
441 To the chief Musician. Of the sons of Korah. An instruction. O God, with our ears have we heard, our fathers have told us, the work thou wroughtest in their days, in the days of old: 2 Thou, by thy hand, didst dispossess the nations, but them thou didst plant; thou didst afflict the peoples, but them didst thou cause to spread out. 3 For not by their own sword did they take possession of the land, neither did their own arm save them; but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst delight in them. 4 Thou thyself art my king, O God: command deliverance for Jacob. 5 Through thee will we push down our adversaries; through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us. 6 For I will not put confidence in my bow, neither shall my sword save me. 7 For thou hast saved us from our adversaries, and hast put them to shame that hate us. 8 In God will we boast all the day, and we will praise thy name for ever. Selah.
9 But thou hast cast off, and put us to confusion, and dost not go forth with our armies; 10 Thou hast made us to turn back from the adversary, and they that hate us spoil for themselves; 11 Thou hast given us over like sheep [appointed] for meat, and hast scattered us among the nations; 12 Thou hast sold thy people for nought, and hast not increased [thy wealth] by their price; 13 Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbours, a mockery and a derision for them that are round about us; 14 Thou makest us a byword among the nations, a shaking of the head among the peoples. 15 All the day my confusion is before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me, 16 Because of the voice of him that reproacheth and blasphemeth; by reason of the enemy and the avenger.
17 All this is come upon us; yet have we not forgotten thee, neither have we dealt falsely against thy covenant: 18 Our heart is not turned back, neither have our steps declined from thy path; 19 Though thou hast crushed us in the place of jackals, and covered us with the shadow of death. 20 If we had forgotten the name of our God, and stretched out our hands to a strange ·god, 21 Would not God search this out? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart. 22 But for thy sake are we killed all the day long; we are reckoned as sheep for slaughter. 23 Awake, why sleepest thou, Lord? arise, cast [us] not off for ever. 24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, [and] forgettest our affliction and our oppression? 25 For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our belly cleaveth unto the earth. 26 Rise up for our help, and redeem us for thy loving-kindness' sake.
451 To the chief Musician. Upon Shoshannim. Of the sons of Korah. An instruction;—a song of the Beloved. My heart is welling forth [with] a good matter: I say what I have composed touching the king. My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. 2 Thou art fairer than the sons of men; grace is poured into thy lips: therefore God hath blessed thee for ever. 3 Gird thy sword upon [thy] thigh, O mighty one, [in] thy majesty and thy splendour; 4 And [in] thy splendour ride prosperously, because of truth and meekness [and] righteousness: and thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things. 5 Thine arrows are sharp—peoples fall under thee—in the heart of the king's enemies.
6 Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever; a sceptre of uprightness is the sceptre of thy kingdom: 7 Thou hast loved righteousness, and hated wickedness; therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy companions. 8 Myrrh and aloes, cassia, are all thy garments; out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made thee glad. 9 Kings' daughters are among thine honourable women; upon thy right hand doth stand the queen in gold of Ophir.
10 Hearken, daughter, and see, and incline thine ear; and forget thine own people and thy father's house: 11 And the king will desire thy beauty; for he is thy Lord, and worship thou him. 12 And the daughter of Tyre with a gift, the rich ones among the people, shall court thy favour. 13 All glorious is the king's daughter within; her clothing is of wrought gold: 14 She shall be brought unto the king in raiment of embroidery; the virgins behind her, her companions, shall be brought in unto thee: 15 With joy and gladness shall they be brought; they shall enter into the king's palace. 16 Instead of thy fathers shall be thy sons; princes shalt thou make them in all the earth. 17 I will make thy name to be remembered throughout all generations; therefore shall the peoples praise thee for ever and ever.
