Unto thee will I cry, O Lord my strength  *

think no scorn of me; lest, if thou make as though thou hearest not, I become like them that go down into the pit.

Hear the voice of my humble petitions, when I cry unto thee *

when I hold up my hands towards the mercy-seat of thy holy temple.

O pluck me not away, neither destroy me, with the ungodly and wicked doers *

which speak friendly to their neighbours, but imagine mischief in their hearts.

Reward them according to their deeds *

and according to the wickedness of their own inventions.

Recompense them after the work of their hands *

pay them that they have deserved.

For they regard not in their mind the works of the Lord, nor the operation of his hands *

therefore shall he break them down, and not build them up.

Praised be the Lord *

for he hath heard the voice of my humble petitions.

The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart hath trusted in him, and I am helped *

therefore my heart danceth for joy, and in my song will I praise him.

The Lord is my strength *

and he is the wholesome defence of his Anointed.

O save thy people, and give thy blessing unto thine inheritance *

feed them , and set them up for ever.

I will magnify thee, O Lord, for thou hast set me up  *

and not made my foes to triumph over me.

O Lord my God, I cried unto thee *

and thou hast healed me.

Thou, Lord, hast brought my soul out of hell *

thou hast kept my life from them that go down to the pit.

Sing praises unto the Lord, O ye saints of his *

and give thanks unto him for a remembrance of his holiness.

For his wrath endureth but the twinkling of an eye, and in his pleasure is life *

heaviness may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be removed *

thou, Lord, of thy goodness hast made my hill so strong.

Thou didst turn thy face from me *

and I was troubled.

Then cried I unto thee, O Lord *

and gat me to my Lord right humbly.

What profit is there in my blood *

when I go down to the pit?

Shall the dust give thanks unto thee *

or shall it declare thy truth?

Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me *

Lord, be thou my helper.

Thou hast turned my heaviness into joy *

thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness.

Therefore shall every good man sing of thy praise without ceasing *

O my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.