Words: The Scottish Psalter
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1 In thee, O Lord, I put my trust, shamed 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 defense.
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 since thou art my strength, therefore pull me out of the net, Which they in subtlety 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 redeemèd me.
6 Those that do lying vanities regard, I have abhorred: But as for me, my confidence is fixed on the Lord.
7 I'll in thy mercy gladly joy: for thou my miseries Considered hast; thou hast my soul known in adversities:
8 And thou hast not enclosèd 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 consumèd be.
10 Because my life with grief is spent, my years with sighs and groans: My strength doth fail; and for my sin consumèd are my bones.
11 I was a scorn to all my foes, and to my friends a fear; And specially reproached of those that were my neighbors 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 compassed 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 ashamed, O Lord, for on thee called I have: Let wicked men be shamed, 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 magnified His wondrous love to me within a city fortified.
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.