Lord, I call upon thee, haste thee unto me  *

and consider my voice when I cry unto thee.

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

and let the lifting up of my hands be an evening sacrifice.

Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth *

and keep the door of my lips.

O 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.

Let the righteous rather smite me friendly *

and reprove me.

But let not their precious balms break my head *

yea, I will pray yet against their wickedness.

Let their judges be overthrown in stony places *

that they may hear my words, for they are sweet.

Our bones lie scattered before the pit *

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

But mine eyes look unto thee, O Lord God *

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

Keep me from the snare that they have laid for me *

and from the traps of the wicked doers.

Let the ungodly fall into their own nets together *

and let me ever escape them.

I cried unto the Lord with my voice  *

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

I poured out my complaints before him *

and shewed him of my trouble.

When my spirit was in heaviness thou knewest my path *

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

I looked also upon my right hand *

and saw there was no man that would know me.

I had no place to flee unto *

and no man cared for my soul.

I cried unto thee, O Lord, and said *

Thou art my hope, and my portion in the land of the living.

Consider my complaint *

for I am brought very low.

O deliver me from my persecutors *

for they are too strong for me.

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

which thing if thou wilt grant me, then shall the righteous resort unto my company.