P. B. V.

12 For my reins are thine :

Thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.

13 I will give thanks unto thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made :

Marvellous are thy works, And that my soul knoweth right well.

14 My bones are not hid from thee :

Though I be made se

cretly,

And fashioned beneath in the earth.

15 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect:

And in thy book were all my members written; 16 Which day by day were fashioned :

When as yet there was none of them.

17 How dear are thy counsels unto me, O God:

O how great is the sum of them!

18 If I tell them, they are more in number than the sand

When I wake up I am present with thee.

19 Wilt thou not slay the wicked, O God:

Depart from me, ye bloodthirsty men.

20 For they speak unrighteously against thee:

And thine enemies take

thy Name in vain.

21 Do not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee:

And am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

22 Yea, I hate them right

A. V.

13 For thou hast possessed my reins:

Thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.

14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made:

Marvellous are thy works; And that my soul knoweth right well.

15 My substance was not hid from thee,

When I was made in

secret,

And curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. 16 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect;

And in thy book call my members were written,

d Which in continuance were fashioned,

When as yet there was none of them.

17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum

of them!

18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand:

When I awake, I am still with thee. 19 Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God:

Depart from me therefore, ye bloody men. 20 For they speak against thee wickedly,

And thine enemies take

thy name in vain.

21 Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee?

And am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

22 I hate them with perfect hatred:

I count them mine enemies.

23 Search me, O God, and know my heart:

Try me, and know my

thoughts:

15. b Or, strength, or, body.

that were ordained.

R. V.

13 For thou hast possessed my reins :

Thou hast fcovered me in my mother's womb.

14 I will give thanks unto thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made :

Wonderful are thy works; And that my soul knoweth right well.

15 My frame was not hidden from thee,

When I was made in

secret,

And curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. 16 Thine eyes did see mine unperfect substance,

And in thy book were all my members written,

Which day by day were fashioned,

When as yet there was none of them.

17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum

of them! 18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand:

When I awake, I am still with thee.

19 h Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God:

Depart from me therefore, ye bloodthirsty men. 20 For they speak against thee wickedly,

P. B. V.

24 Look well if there be any way of wickedness in me :

And lead me in the way everlasting.

PSALM CXL.

Eripe me, Domine.

1 Deliver me, O Lord, from the evil man :

And preserve me from the wicked man.

2 Who imagine mischief in their hearts:

And stir up strife all the day long.

3 They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent:

Adders' poison is under their lips.

4 Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the ungodly

Preserve me from the wicked men,

Who are purposed to overthrow my goings.

5 The proud have laid a snare for me,

And spread a net abroad with cords :

Yea, and set traps in my

way. 6 I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God:

Hear the voice of my prayers, O Lord.

7 O Lord God, thou strength of my health:

A. V.

24 And see if there be any a wicked way in me,

And lead me in the way everlasting.

PSALM CXL.

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

1 Deliver me, O LORD, from the evil man :

Preserve me from the bviolent man;

2 Which imagine mischiefs in their heart;

Continually are they gathered together for war. 3 They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent;

Adders' poison is under their lips. Selah.

4 Keep me, O LORD, from the hands of the wicked;

Preserve me from the violent man;

Who have purposed to overthrow my goings. 5 The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords;

They have spread a net by the wayside;

me.

They have set gins for
Selah.

6 I said unto the LORD, Thou art my God:

Hear the voice of my supplications, O LORD. 70 GOD the Lord, the strength of my salvation,

Thou hast covered my head in the day of battle. 8 Grant not, O LORD, the desires of the wicked:

Further not his wicked device; lest they exalt themselves. Selah.

9 As for the head of those that compass me about,

Let the mischief of their own lips cover them.

10 Let burning coals fall upon them:

Let them be cast into the

fire; Into deep pits, that they rise not up again.

Continually do they gather themselves together for war. 3 They have sharpened their tongue like a serpent;

Adders' poison is under their lips. [Selah 4 Keep me, O LORD, from the hands of the wicked;

Preserve me from the violent man:

Who have purposed to thrust aside my steps. 5 The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords;

They have spread a net by the way side;

me.

They have set gins for [Selah 6 I said unto the LORD, Thou art my God:

Give ear unto the voice of my supplications, O LORD. 70 GOD the Lord, the strength of my salvation,

Thou hast covered my head in the day of battle. 8 Grant not, O LORD, the desires of the wicked;

Further not his evil device; lest they exalt themselves. [Selah

9 As for the head of those that compass me about,

Let the mischief of their own lips cover them. 10 Let burning coals fall upon them:

Let them be cast into the

fire; Into 'deep pits, that they rise not up again.

A. V.

8. Or, let

P. B. V.

11 A man full of words shall not prosper upon the earth :

Evil shall hunt the wicked person to overthrow him. 12 Sure I am that the Lord will avenge the poor :

And maintain the cause of the helpless.

13 The righteous also shall give thanks unto thy Name :

And the just shall continue in thy sight.

PSALM CXLI.

Domine, clamavi.

1 Lord, I call upon thee, haste thee unto me :

And consider my voice when I cry unto thee.

2 Let my prayer be set forth in thy sight as the incense :

And let the lifting up of my hands be an evening sacrifice. 3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth :

And keep the door of my lips.

40 let not mine heart be inclined to any evil thing :

Let me not be occupied in ungodly works

With the men that work wickedness,

Lest I eat of such things as please them.

5 Let the righteous rather smite me friendly :

And reprove me.

6 But let not their precious balms break my head :

Yea, I will pray yet against their wickedness.

7 Let their judges be overthrown in stony places :

That they may hear my words, for they are sweet. 8 Our bones lie scattered before the pit :

Like as when one breaketh and heweth wood upon the earth.

A. V.

A. V.

11 Let nota ban evil speaker be established in the earth:

Evil shall hunt the violent man to overthrow him.

12 I know that the LORD will maintain the cause of the afflicted,

And the right of the poor. 13 Surely the righteous shall give thanks unto thy name : The upright shall dwell in thy presence.

PSALM CXLI.

A Psalm of David.

1 LORD, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me;

Give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee. 2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense;

And the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice. 3 Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth;

Keep the door of my lips.

4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing,

To practise wicked works

With men that work in

iquity:

And let me not eat of their dainties.

5 Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness:

And let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil,

Which shall not break my head:

For yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities. 6 When their judges are overthrown in stony places,

They shall hear my words; for they are sweet. 7 Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth,

As when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.

R. V.

11 An evil speaker shall not be established in the earth:

Evil shall hunt the violent man to overthrow him. 12 I know that the LORD will maintain the cause of the afflicted,

And the right of the needy. 13 Surely the righteous shall give thanks unto thy name : The upright shall dwell in thy presence.

PSALM CXLI.

A Psalm of David.

1 LORD, I have called upon thee; make haste unto me :

Give ear unto my voice, when I call unto thee. 2 Let my prayer be set forth as incense before thee;

The lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice. 3 Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth;

Keep the door of my lips.

4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing,

To be occupied in deeds of wickedness

With men that work iniquity:

And let me not eat of their dainties.

5 Let the righteous smite me, it shall be a kindness;

And let him reprove me, it shall be as oil upon the head; Let not my head refuse it:

For even in their hwickedness shall my prayer continue. 6 Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock;

And they shall hear my words; for they are sweet. 7 As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth,

Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth.

P. B. V.

9 But mine eyes look unto thee, O Lord God:

In thee is my trust, O cast not out my soul.

10 Keep me from the snare that they have laid for me :

And from the traps of the wicked doers.

11 Let the ungodly fall into their own nets together:

And let me ever escape

them.

PSALM CXLII.

Voce mea ad Dominum.

1 I cried unto the Lord with my voice:

Yea, even unto the Lord did I make my supplication.

2 I poured out my complaints before him :

And shewed him of my trouble.

3 When my spirit was in heaviness thou knewest my path:

In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.

4 I looked also upon my right hand and saw there was no man that would know me.

5 I had no place to flee unto : and no man cared for my soul. 6 I cried unto thee, O Lord, And said: Thou art my hope,

And my portion in the land of the living.

7 Consider my complaint: for I am brought very low. 8 O deliver me from my persecutors for they are too strong for me.

9 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto thy Name :

Which thing if thou wilt

R. V.

P. B. V.

PSALM CXLIII.

Domine, exaudi.

1 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and consider my desire:

Hearken unto me for thy truth and righteousness' sake. 2 And enter not into judgement with thy servant :

For in thy sight shall no man living be justified. 3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul;

He hath smitten my life down to the ground:

He hath laid me in the darkness, as the men that have been long dead.

4 Therefore is my spirit vexed within me :

And my heart within me is desolate.

5 Yet do I remember the time past;

I muse upon all thy

works :

A. V.

PSALM CXLIII.

A Psalm of David.

1 Hear my prayer, O LORD, give ear to my supplications:

In thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness. 2 And enter not into judgement with thy servant:

For in thy sight shall no man living be justified. 3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul;

He hath smitten my life down to the ground;

He hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead. 4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me;

My heart within me is desolate.

5 I remember the days of old;

I meditate on all thy works;

I muse on the work of thy hands.

6 I stretch forth my hands unto thee:

My soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah. 7 Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth:

R. V.

PSALM CXLIII.

A Psalm of David.

1 Hear my prayer, O LORD; give ear to my supplications:

In thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness. 2 And enter not into judgement with thy servant;

For in thy sight shall no man living be justified. 3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul;

He hath smitten my life down to the ground:

He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.

4 Therefore cis my spirit overwhelmed within me;

My heart within me is desolate.

5 I remember the days of old;

I meditate on all thy doings:

I muse on the work of thy hands.

6 I spread forth my hands unto thee:

My soul thirsteth after thee, as a weary land. [Selah 7 Make haste to answer me, O LORD; my spirit faileth: