Psalm 32

BLest be the man whose sin the Lord
doth graciously remit,
And whose transgressions he doth
both cover and acquit.
And blest is he to whom the Lord
imputeth not his sin,
Who in his heart hath hid no guile,
nor fraud hath lodg'd therein.

When I my self held silence, then
all my bones waxed old
With plaints and roarings all the day,
through torments manifold.
Because by day and night thy hand
lay heavy upon me,
Which caus'd into the Summers drought
my moisture turn'd to be.

To thee then I acknowledged
my great iniquitie,
And did not hide my foulest sins,
for thus in haste said I,
I will confesse unto the Lord
my great transgressions,
And thou forgav'st th'iniquity
of all my sin at once.

For this cause when thou maiest be found,
the Saints shall thee intreat,
Surely to him shall not approach
the flouds of waters great.
Thou art my hiding place, and thou
from, trouble set'st me free;
And with songs of deliverance thou
about doest compasse mee.

I will instruct and teach thee in
the way that thou shalt goe,
And with mine eye of providence
direct thee what to doe.
Be ye not now like horse and mule
that nothing understand,
Which thou from harm with bit keep'st in
and bridle, with strong hand.

Unto the wicked shall be store
of sorrows and of woes,
But mercies him that trusts in God
shall round about inclose.
Be glad ye righteous in the Lord,
greatly in him rejoice,
Let the upright in heart with shouts
for joy lift up their voice.