1 To the chiefe Musician, A Psalme of Dauid. In thee, O Lord, doe I put my trust, let me neuer be ashamed: deliuer me in thy righteousnesse.
2 Bowe downe thine eare to me, deliuer me speedily: be thou my strong rocke, for an house of defence to saue me.
3 For thou art my rocke and my fortresse: therfore for thy names sake lead me, and guide me.
4 Pull me out of the net, that they haue layd priuily for me: for thou art my strength.
5 Into thine hand I commit my spirit: thou hast redeemed mee, O Lord God of trueth.
6 I haue hated them that regard lying vanities: but I trust in the Lord.
7 I will be glad, and reioyce in thy mercie: for thou hast considered my trouble; thou hast knowen my soule in aduersities;
8 And hast not shut me vp into the hand of the enemie: thou hast set my feete in a large roome.
9 Haue mercy vpon me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; mine eie is consumed with griefe, yea my soule and my belly.
10 For my life is spent with griefe, and my yeeres with sighing: my strength faileth, because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are consumed.
11 I was a reproch among all mine enemies, but especially among my neighbours, and a feare to mine acquaintance: they that did see me without, fled from me.
12 I am forgotten as a dead man out of minde: I am like a broken vessell.
13 For I haue heard the slaunder of many, feare was on euery side: while they tooke counsell together against me, they deuised to take away my life.
14 But I trusted in thee, O Lord: I sayd, Thou art my God.
15 My times are in thy hand: deliuer me from the hand of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me.
16 Make thy face to shine vpon thy seruant: saue me for thy mercies sake.
17 Let mee not be ashamed, O Lord, for I haue called vpon thee: let the wicked be ashamed, and let them be silent in the graue.
18 Let the lying lippes be put to silence: which speake grieuous things proudly and contemptuously against the righteous.
19 O how great is thy goodnesse, which thou hast layd vp for them that feare thee: which thou hast wrought for them that trust in thee, before the sonnes of men!
20 Thou shalt hide them in the secret of thy presence, from the pride of man: thou shalt keepe them secretly in a pauilion, from the strife of tongues.
21 Blessed be the Lord; for hee hath shewed me his maruellous kindnesse, in a strong citie.
22 For I sayd in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eies: Neuerthelesse thou heardest the voice of my supplications, when I cryed vnto thee.
23 O loue the Lord, all yee his Saints: for the Lord preserueth the faithfull, and plentifully rewardeth the proud doer.
24 Be of good courage, and hee shall strenghten your heart: all ye that hope in the Lord.