Psalm CXLIII

Lord hear my Prayer, and unto
My [humble] suit attentive be;
Thy justice and thy faithfulness
[Do thou] employ to answer me.

Thy sinful servant bring not thou
In- [to strict] judgment to be try'd;
For so no living man can stand
Before thee [clear and] justify'd.

The enemy doth hunt my soul,
My life to ground [cast down] doth tread;
In darkness he hath made me dwell,
Like those that have [some time] been dead.

Therefore my spirit's overwhelm'd,
My heart [in me] is desolate;

Yet I think on the days of old,
Thy [ancient] works I meditate
I muse on all thy handy works,
To thee I stretch my [craving] hands;

My humbled soul thirsts after thee,
As do [for rain] the thirsty lands.

Hear me with speed, my spirit fails,
Lord, do not hide [from me] thy face,
Lest I untimely, as the dead,
Go to the [dreaded] burying-place.

O let me with the morning light
Thy loving kindness [hear and] see;
For in my lowest state I place
My confidence [alone] in thee.
The way which thou wouldst have me go,
[Clearly] do thou make known to me;
For I for thy conduct and help
Lift up my [craving] soul to thee.

Lord save me from mine enemies,
[For still] with thee my self I hide;

Teach me to do thy holy will,
Thou art my God and [surest] guide.
Thy spirit and his work is good,
[Safely] lead thou my soul in peace
(Through this false wicked world) into
The land of [truth and] uprightness.

Revive and quicken me, O Lord,
For thy great [name and] mercies sake
And for thy truth and righteousness,
My [humbled] soul from trouble take.

And of thy mercy let those foes
[Cut off] subdu'd and humbled be,
Who do afflict and persecute
[Me and] thy flock for serving thee.