1¤ Unto thee will I cry, O Lord: O my God, be not thou silent to me: lest if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.2Hear, O Lord, the voice of my supplication, when I pray to thee; when I lift up my hands to thy holy temple.3Draw me not away together with the wicked; and with the workers of iniquity destroy me not: Who speak peace with their neighbour, but evils are in their hearts.4Give them according to their works, and according to the wickedness of their inventions. According to the works of their hands give thou to them: render to them their reward.5Because they have not understood the works of the Lord, and the operations of his hands: thou shalt destroy them, and shalt not build them up.6Blessed be the Lord, for he hath heard the voice of my supplication.7The Lord is my helper and my protector: in him hath my heart confided, and I have been helped. And my flesh hath flourished again, and with my will I will give praise to him.8The Lord is the strength of his people, and the protector of the salvation of his anointed.9Save, O Lord, thy people, and bless thy inheritance: and rule them and exalt them for ever.
A psalm for David, at the finishing of the tabernacle.1¤ Bring to the Lord, O ye children of God: bring to the Lord the offspring of rams.2Bring to the Lord glory and honour: bring to the Lord glory to his name: adore ye the Lord in his holy court.3The voice of the Lord is upon the waters; the God of majesty hath thundered, The Lord is upon many waters.4The voice of the Lord is in power; the voice of the Lord in magnificence.5The voice of the Lord breaketh the cedars: yea, the Lord shall break the cedars of Libanus.6And shall reduce them to pieces, as a calf of Libanus, and as the beloved son of unicorns.7The voice of the Lord divideth the flame of fire:8The voice of the Lord shaketh the desert: and the Lord shall shake the desert of Cades.9The voice of the Lord prepareth the stags: and he will discover the thick woods: and in his temple all shall speak his glory.10The Lord maketh the flood to dwell: and the Lord shall sit king for ever.11The Lord will give strength to his people: the Lord will bless his people with peace.
A psalm of a canticle, at the dedication of David's house.1¤ I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast upheld me: and hast not made my enemies to rejoice over me.2O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and thou hast healed me.3Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the pit.4Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of his holiness.5For wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.6And in my abundance I said: I shall never be moved.7O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became troubled.8To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.9What profit is there in my blood, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?10The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.11Thou hast turned for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed me with gladness:12To the end that my glory may sing to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise to thee for ever.