Ponder my words, O Lord *

consider my meditation

O hearken thou unto the voice of my calling, my King, and my God *

for unto thee will I make my prayer.

My voice shalt thou hear betimes, O Lord *

early in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up.

For thou art the God that hast no pleasure in wickedness *

neither shall any evil dwell with thee.

Such as be foolish shall not stand in thy sight *

for thou hatest all them that work vanity.

Thou shalt destroy them that speak leasing *

the Lord will abhor both the blood-thirsty and deceitful man.

But as for me, I will come into thine house, even upon the multitude of thy mercy *

and in thy fear will I worship toward thy holy temple.

Lead me, O Lord, in thy righteousness, because of mine enemies *

make thy way plain before my face.

For there is no faithfulness in his mouth *

their inward parts are very wickedness.

Their throat is an open sepulchre *

they flatter with their tongue.

Destroy thou them, O God; let them perish through their own imaginations *

cast them out in the multitude of their ungodliness; for they have rebelled against thee.

And let all them that put their trust in thee rejoice *

they shall ever be giving of thanks, because thou defendest them; they that love thy Name shall be joyful in thee;

For thou, Lord, wilt give thy blessing unto the righteous *

and with thy favourable kindness wilt thou defend him as with a shield.

O Lord, rebuke me not in thine indignation *

neither chasten me in thy displeasure.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am weak *

O Lord, heal me, for my bones are vexed.

My soul also is sore troubled *

but, Lord, how long wilt thou punish me?

Turn thee, O Lord, and deliver my soul *

O save me for thy mercy’s sake.

For in death no man remembereth thee *

and who will give thee thanks in the pit?

I am weary of my groaning; every night wash I my bed *

and water my couch with my tears.

My beauty is gone for very trouble *

and worn away because of all mine enemies.

Away from me, all ye that work vanity *

for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

The Lord hath heard my petition *

the Lord will receive my prayer.

All mine enemies shall be confounded, and sore vexed *

they shall be turned back, and put to shame suddenly.