Blessed is he whose unrighteousness is forgiven  *

and whose sin is covered.

Blessed is the man unto whom the Lord imputeth no sin *

and in whose spirit there is no guile.

For while I held my tongue *

my bones consumed away through my daily complaining.

For thy hand is heavy upon me day and night *

and my moisture is like the drought in summer.

I will acknowledge my sin unto thee *

and mine unrighteousness have I not hid.

I said, I will confess my sins unto the Lord *

and so thou forgavest the wickedness of my sin.

For this shall every one that is godly make his prayer unto thee, in a time when thou mayest be found *

but in the great water-floods they shall not come nigh him.

Thou art a place to hide me in, thou shalt preserve me from trouble *

thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance.

I will inform thee, and teach thee in the way wherein thou shalt go *

and I will guide thee with mine eye.

Be ye not like to horse and mule, which have no understanding *

whose mouths must be held with bit and bridle, lest they fall upon thee.

Great plagues remain for the ungodly *

but whoso putteth his trust in the Lord, mercy embraceth him on every side.

Be glad, O ye righteous, and rejoice in the Lord *

and be joyful, all ye that are true of heart.

Hear my prayer, O Lord, and consider my desire  *

hearken unto me for thy truth and righteousness’ sake.

And enter not into judgement with thy servant *

for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.

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.

Therefore is my spirit vexed within me *

and my heart within me is desolate.

Yet do I remember the time past; I muse upon all thy works *

yea, I exercise myself in the works of thy hands.

I stretch forth my hands unto thee *

my soul gaspeth unto thee as a thirsty land.

Hear me, O Lord, and that soon, for my spirit waxeth faint *

hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

O let me hear thy loving-kindness betimes in the morning, for in thee is my trust *

shew thou me the way that I should walk in, for I lift up my soul unto thee.

Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies *

for I flee unto thee to hide me.

Teach me to do the thing that pleaseth thee, for thou art my God *

let thy loving Spirit lead me forth into the land of righteousness.

Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Name’s sake *

and for thy righteousness’ sake bring my soul out of trouble.

And of thy goodness slay mine enemies *

and destroy all them that vex my soul ; for I am thy servant.