Psalm 5 Darby’s Translation

A Prayer for Protection

5 1  To the chief Musician. Upon Nehiloth. A Psalm of David. Give ear to my words, O Jehovah; consider my meditation. 2  Hearken unto the voice of my crying, my king and my God; for to thee will I pray. 3  Jehovah, in the morning shalt thou hear my voice; in the morning will I address myself to thee, and will look up. 4  For thou art not a God that hath pleasure in wickedness; evil shall not sojourn with thee. 5  Insolent fools shall not stand before thine eyes; thou hatest all workers of iniquity. 6  Thou wilt destroy them that speak lies: Jehovah abhorreth a man of blood and deceit.

7  But as for me, in the greatness of thy loving-kindness will I enter thy house; I will bow down toward the temple of thy holiness in thy fear. 8  Lead me, Jehovah, in thy righteousness, because of my foes; make thy way plain before me. 9  For there is no certainty in their mouth; their inward part is perversion, their throat is an open sepulchre; they flatter with their tongue. 10  Bring guilt upon them, O God; let them fall by their own counsels: drive them out in the multitude of their transgressions, for they have rebelled against thee. 11  And all that trust in thee shall rejoice: for ever shall they shout joyously, and thou wilt protect them; and they that love thy name shall exult in thee. 12  For thou, Jehovah, wilt bless the righteous [man]; with favour wilt thou surround him as [with] a shield.

Psalm 38 Darby’s Translation

The Prayer of a Suffering Penitent

38 1  A Psalm of David, to bring to remembrance. Jehovah, rebuke me not in thy wrath; neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure. 2  For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand cometh down upon me. 3  There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; no peace in my bones, because of my sin. 4  For mine iniquities are gone over my head: as a heavy burden they are too heavy for me. 5  My wounds stink, they are corrupt, because of my foolishness. 6  I am depressed; I am bowed down beyond measure; I go mourning all the day. 7  For my loins are full of burning, and there is no soundness in my flesh. 8  I am faint and broken beyond measure; I roar by reason of the agitation of my heart. 9  Lord, all my desire is before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee. 10  My heart throbbeth, my strength hath left me; and the light of mine eyes, it also is no more with me. 11  My lovers and mine associates stand aloof from my stroke; and my kinsmen stand afar off.

12  And they that seek after my life lay snares [for me]; and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and meditate deceits all the day long. 13  But I, as a deaf [man], hear not; and am as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth. 14  Yea, I am as a man that heareth not, and in whose mouth are no reproofs. 15  For in thee, Jehovah, do I hope: thou wilt answer, O Lord my God. 16  For I said, Let them not rejoice over me! When my foot slipped, they magnified [themselves] against me. 17  For I am ready to halt, and my pain is continually before me. 18  For I will declare mine iniquity, I am grieved for my sin. 19  But mine enemies are lively, they are strong; and they that hate me wrongfully are multiplied: 20  And they that render evil for good are adversaries unto me; because I pursue what is good. 21  Forsake me not, Jehovah; O my God, be not far from me. 22  Make haste to help me, O Lord, my salvation.

Psalm 41-42 Darby’s Translation

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A Prayer for Healing

41 1  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.

Thirsting for God

42 1  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.

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