1 A Psalm. Of David. Let my prayer come to you, O Lord; give ear to my requests for your grace; keep faith with me, and give me an answer in your righteousness;

2 Let not your servant come before you to be judged; for no man living is upright in your eyes.

3 The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.

4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.

5 I keep in mind the early days of the past, giving thought to all your acts, even to the work of your hands.

6 My hands are stretched out to you: my soul is turned to you, like a land in need of water. (Selah.)

7 Be quick in answering me, O Lord, for the strength of my spirit is gone: let me see your face, so that I may not be like those who go down into the underworld.

8 Let the story of your mercy come to me in the morning, for my hope is in you: give me knowledge of the way in which I am to go; for my soul is lifted up to you.

9 O Lord, take me out of the hands of my haters; my soul is waiting for you.

10 Give me teaching so that I may do your pleasure; for you are my God: let your good Spirit be my guide into the land of righteousness.

11 Give me life, O Lord, because of your name; in your righteousness take my soul out of trouble.

12 And in your mercy put an end to my haters, and send destruction on all those who are against my soul; for I am your servant.

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

In thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness.

2 And enter not into judgment with thy servant;

For in thy sight no man living is righteous.

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 is 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 Jehovah; my spirit faileth:

Hide not thy face from me,

Lest I become like them that go down into the pit.

8 Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning;

For in thee do I trust:

Cause me to know the way wherein I should walk;

For I lift up my soul unto thee.

9 Deliver me, O Jehovah, from mine enemies:

I flee unto thee to hide me.

10 Teach me to do thy will;

For thou art my God:

Thy Spirit is good;

Lead me in the land of uprightness.

11 Quicken me, O Jehovah, for thy name’s sake:

In thy righteousness bring my soul out of trouble.

12 And in thy lovingkindness cut off mine enemies,

And destroy all them that afflict my soul;

For I am thy servant.