If I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy. Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; Who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof. O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; Happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee As thou hast served us. Happy shall he be, that taketh And dasheth thy little ones against the stones. CXXXVIII A Psalm of David I Will praise thee with my whole heart: And praise thy name for thy lovingkindness and for thy truth: For thou hast magnified thy word above all thy name. In the day when I cried thou answeredst me, Though the Lord be high, yet hath he respect unto the lowly: But the proud he knoweth afar off. Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me: Thou shalt stretch forth thine hand against the wrath of mine enemies, And thy right hand shall save me. The Lord will perfect that which concerneth me: CXXXIX To the chief Musician O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known me. For there is not a word in my tongue, But, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; Whither shall I go from thy spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: If I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; And thy right hand shall hold me. If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; The darkness and the light are both alike to thee. Thou hast covered me in my mother's womb. I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: Marvellous are thy works; And that my soul knoweth right well. My substance was not hid from thee, When I was made in secret, And curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; And in thy book all my members were written, Which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them. How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: When I awake, I am still with thee. Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: And am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee? I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies. Search me, CXL To the chief Musician A Psalm of David in me, DELIVER me, O Lord, from the evil man Preserve me from the violent man; Which imagine mischiefs in their heart; Continually are they gathered together for war. They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent; Adders' poison is under their lips. Selah. Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked; Who have purposed to overthrow my goings. Selah. I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God: Lest they exalt themselves. Selah. As for the head of those that compass me about, Let the mischief of their own lips cover them. Let burning coals fall upon them: Let them be cast into the fire; Into deep pits, that they rise not up again. Let not an evil speaker be established in the earth: Evil shall hunt the violent man to overthrow him. I know that the Lord will maintain the cause of the afflicted, And the right of the poor. |