1

In thee, O Lord, I put my trust,

sham’d let me never be;

According to thy righteousness

do thou deliver me.

2

Bow down thine ear to me, with speed

send me deliverance:

To save me, my strong rock be thou,

and my house of defence.

3

Because thou art my rock, and thee

I for my fortress take;

Therefore do thou me lead and guide,

ev’n for thine own name’s sake.

4

And sith thou art my strength, therefore

pull me out of the net,

Which they in subtilty for me

so privily have set.

5

Into thine hands I do commit

my sp’rit: for thou art he,

O thou, JEHOVAH, God of truth,

that hast redeemed me.

6

Those that do lying vanities

regard, I have abhorr’d:

But as for me, my confidence

is fixed on the Lord.

7

I’ll in thy mercy gladly joy:

for thou my miseries

Consider’d hast; thou hast my soul

known in adversities:

8

And thou hast not inclosed me

within the en’my’s hand;

And by thee have my feet been made

in a large room to stand.

9

O Lord, upon me mercy have,

for trouble is on me:

Mine eye, my belly, and my soul,

with grief consumed be.

10

Because my life with grief is spent,

my years with sighs and groans:

My strength doth fail; and for my sin

consumed are my bones.

11

I was a scorn to all my foes,

and to my friends a fear;

And specially reproach’d of those

that were my neighbours near:

When they me saw they from me fled.

12

Ev’n so I am forgot,

As men are out of mind when dead:

I’m like a broken pot.

13

For slanders I of many heard;

fear compass’d me, while they

Against me did consult, and plot

to take my life away.

14

But as for me, O Lord, my trust

upon thee I did lay;

And I to thee, Thou art my God,

did confidently say.

15

My times are wholly in thine hand:

do thou deliver me

From their hands that mine enemies

and persecutors be.

16

Thy countenance to shine do thou

upon thy servant make:

Unto me give salvation,

for thy great mercies’ sake.

17

Let me not be asham’d, O Lord,

for on thee call’d I have:

Let wicked men be sham’d, let them

be silent in the grave.

18

To silence put the lying lips,

that grievous things do say,

And hard reports, in pride and scorn,

on righteous men do lay.

19

How great’s the goodness thou for them

that fear thee keep’st in store,

And wrought’st for them that trust in thee

the sons of men before!

20

In secret of thy presence thou

shalt hide them from man’s pride:

From strife of tongues thou closely shalt,

as in a tent, them hide.

21

All praise and thanks be to the Lord;

for he hath magnify’d

His wondrous love to me within

a city fortify’d.

22

For from thine eyes cut off I am,

I in my haste had said;

My voice yet heard’st thou, when to thee

with cries my moan I made.

23

O love the Lord, all ye his saints;

because the Lord doth guard

The faithful, and he plenteously

proud doers doth reward.

24

Be of good courage, and he strength

unto your heart shall send,

All ye whose hope and confidence

doth on the Lord depend.