Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer  *

preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

Hide me from the gathering together of the froward *

and from the insurrection of wicked doers;

Who have whet their tongue like a sword *

and shoot out their arrows, even bitter words;

That they may privily shoot at him that is perfect *

suddenly do they hit him, and fear not.

They encourage themselves in mischief *

and commune among themselves how they may lay snares, and say that no man shall see them.

They imagine wickedness, and practise it *

that they keep secret among themselves, every man in the deep of his heart.

But God shall suddenly shoot at them with a swift arrow *

that they shall be wounded.

Yea, their own tongues shall make them fall *

insomuch that whoso seeth them shall laugh them to scorn.

And all men that see it shall say, This hath God done *

for they shall perceive that it is his work.

The righteous shall rejoice in the Lord, and put his trust in him *

and all they that are true of heart shall be glad.

Thou, O God, art praised in Sion  *

and unto thee shall the vow be performed in Jerusalem.

Thou that hearest the prayer *

unto thee shall all flesh come.

My misdeeds prevail against me *

O be thou merciful unto our sins.

Blessed is the man whom thou choosest, and receivest unto thee *

he shall dwell in thy court, and shall be satisfied with the pleasures of thy house, even of thy holy temple.

Thou shalt shew us wonderful things in thy righteousness, O God of our salvation *

thou that art the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of them that remain in the broad sea.

Who in his strength setteth fast the mountains *

and is girded about with power.

Who stilleth the raging of the sea *

and the noise of his waves, and the madness of the people.

They also that dwell in the uttermost parts of the earth shall be afraid at thy tokens *

thou that makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to praise thee.

Thou visitest the earth, and blessest it *

thou makest it very plenteous.

The river of God is full of water *

thou preparest their corn, for so thou providest for the earth.

Thou waterest her furrows, thou sendest rain into the little valleys thereof *

thou makest it soft with the drops of rain, and blessest the increase of it.

Thou crownest the year with thy goodness *

and thy clouds drop fatness.

They shall drop upon the dwellings of the wilderness *

and the little hills shall rejoice on every side.

The folds shall be full of sheep *

the valleys also shall stand so thick with corn, that they shall laugh and sing.