Psalm XXXI

In thee, O Lord, I put my trust,
[Therefore] let me not shamed be;
But in thy constant righteousness
Do thou [save and] deliver me.

Bow down thine ear to me with speed,
Vouchsafe [me thy] deliverance,
To save me by my Rock of strength,
My [Fort and] Castle of defence.

For thou art in my strong Rock, and thee
I for my [secure] Fortress take;
Lead me therefore, and keep me safe,
For thy own [name and] glory sake.

Pull me out of the net which they
For me [in craft] have closely laid,
Because thou only art my strength,
To which I [trust and] flie for aid.

Into thy hand I do commit
My spirit; for thou [alone] art he,
Jehovah, God of truth and grace,
Who hast [in love] redeemed me.

Them that deceitful vanities
Regard I [shun and] have abhor'd,
But my firm hope and confidence
Is in my [great and] gracious Lord.

I in thy mercies will rejoyce,
Because my [many] miseries
Thou weighest; and hast known my soul
In all [my great] adversities.

Thou hast not left and shut me up
Into my [wrathful] enemies hand:
Thou set'st my feet at liberty,
In a large [and free] room to stand.

Have mercy on me, O my God,
In [my great] trouble send relief;
Mine eye, my belly, and my soul,
Consumed are with [pain and] grief.

My life is spent in grief, my years
In [mournful] sighs away do fly;
My strength doth fail, my bones consume,
[And this] for mine iniquity.

Among my foes I was a scorn,
[And] to [my] neighbours specially;
A fear to friends: They that saw me
Without [away] did from me fly.

I am forgotten as a man
That [now a] long time hath been dead;
And like a broken vessel cast
Aside [I am] as perished.

Many mens slanders I have heard,
Fear compass'd me [about] while they
Against me did consult and plot
[By fraud] to take my life away.

But I did trust in thee, O Lord,
When I [by foes] was under-trod;
This was my soul's support and rest,
I said, Thou art my [gracious] God.

My times are in thy hand and will:
[Do thou] save and deliver me
From their hands who mine enemies
And [causeless] persecutors be.

On thine afflicted servant, Lord,
Make thou thy [pleased] face to shine;
And save me for that mercies sake
Which thou dost [freely] shew to thine.

Let me not be asham'd, O Lord,
For I did [trust and] call on thee:
Let wicked men be sham'd, cut off,
In their graves [silent] let them be.

To silence put the lying lips,
Which grievous things [and false] do say;
And hard reports in pride and scorn
On righteous men do [falsly] lay.

O how great is the goodness which
Thou hast laid up [and wrought] for the
Who fear thee, and who trust in thee,
[Even here] before the sons of men?

Thou in thy secret presence dost
Hide them from [cruel] pride and wrongs,
Kept in thy close Pavilion,
From all the strife of [lying] tongues.

All thanks and praise be to the Lord,
For he hath [shewn and] magnify'd
His wondrous love to me within
A City [strong and] fortify'd.

I said in hast I am cut off,
[And put] even from before thine eyes;
Yet didst thou hear my praying voice,
And didst regard my [mournful] cries.

O love the Lord, all ye his Saints,
[For still] the Lord the faithful guards;
And proud Oppressors, thô secure,
[In time] he plenteously rewards.

Be of good courage, and more strength
He to your [fainting] hearts will send,
All ye whose hope and confidence
Doth [truly] on the Lord depend.