Psalm 31

LOrd, let me never be asham'd,
because I trust in thee,
But in thy righteousnesse and truth
save and deliver mee.
O Lord, bow down thine ear to me,
and quickly set me free,
Be thou my strong rock, and an hold
of sure defence to mee.

Thou art my fortresse and my rock
to which I still retire,
Lead me for thy name sake therefore
and guide me I desire.
Thou art my stay and strength alone,
pluck me out of the gin
And net which privily my foes
have laid to take me in.

Into thy hands, Lord I commit
my spirit which came from thee,
Thou hast O Lord, thou God of truth,
sav'd and redeemed mee.
All those that idols do regard,
and lying vanities,
I have abhorr'd, but on the Lord
alone my heart relies.

I in thy mercy will rejoice,
because my miseries
Thou weighest, and hast known my soul
in all adversities.
Into mine enemies hands, thou, Lord,
hast not inclosed me,
But thou in a large room hast set
my feet at libertie.

I am in trouble, Lord, to me
grant mercy and relief;
Mine eyes, my belly, and my soul
are quite consum'd with grief.
My life is spent with grief, my years
in sighes away do flie,
My strength doth fail, my bones consume
for mine iniquitie.

The Second part.

Among my foes I was a scorn,
my neighbours specially,
A fear to friends, they that saw me
without away did fly.
I am forgotten as a man
that now hath long been dead,
And like a broken vessel cast
aside and perished.

For many slanders I have heard,
I saw fear every way,
While they against me did conspire
to take my life away.
But all this while in thee, O Lord,
I trusted still for aid,
Thou art my Lord and gracious God,
my soul within me said.

My times are in thine hands alone,
save me and set me free
From my foes hand, and from all those
that persecuted mee.
Upon thy servant cause thy face
to shine forth graciously,
And save me for thy mercies sake,
to thee alone I fly.

Let me not be asham'd, O Lord,
for I have call'd on thee,
Let sinners be asham'd, let them
in the grave silent bee.
To silence put the lying lips,
that grievous things do say,
And hard reports in pride and scorn
of righteous men do lay.

For those that fear thee, how great good
hast thou laid up in store,
And wrought for them that trust in thee,
the sons of men before?
In secret of thy presence thou
shalt hide them from mens pride,
And in a tent from strife of tongues,
thou shalt them closely hide.

For ever blessed be the name
of God the Lord, for he
In a strong City wonderful
kindnesse hath shew'd to me.
For in my haste I said I am
cut off before thine eyes,
But even then thou heard'st the voice
of my complaints and cryes.

O love the Lord, all ye his Saints,
the faithful he preserves,
And plentifully doth reward
the proud as he deserves.
Be of good courage, he your hearts
uphold and strengthen shall,
All ye that on the Lord do hope,
and on his name do call.