The Psalms of David in meeter: newly translated, and diligently compared with the originall text, and former translations, more plaine, smooth, and agreeable to the text, then any heretofore. ; Allowed by the authority of the General Assembly of the Kirk of Scotland, and appointed to be sung in congregations and families.

PSAL. CXLIII. A Psalm of David.

LOrd, hear my pray'r, attend my suits and in thy faithfulnesse Give thou an answer unto me, and in thy righteousnesse. Thy servant also bring thou notLine 2 in judgement to be try'd; Because no living man can be in thy sight justify'd,

For th'enemy hath pursu'd my soul,Line 3 my life to ground down tread: In darknesse he hath made me dwell, as who have long been dead. My sprit is therefore overwhelm'dLine 4 in me, perplexedly; VVithin me is my very heart amazed wondrously.

I call to minde the dayes of old,Line 5 to meditate I use On all thy works; upon the deeds I, of thy hands, do muse. My hands to thee I stretch: my soulLine 6 thirsts, as dry land, for thee. Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails,Line 7 hide not thy face from me:

Lest like to them I do become, that go down to the dust. At morn let me thy kindnesse hear,Line 8 for in thee do I trust. Teach me the way that I should walk, I lift my soul to thee. Lord, free me from my foes, I flyLine 9 to thee, to cover me.

Because thou art my God, to doLine 10 thy will do me instruct: Thy sp'rit is good, me to the land of uprightnesse conduct. Revive and quicken me, O Lord,Line 11 ev'n for thine own Names sake: And do thou, for thy righteousnesse, my soul from trouble take.

And of thy mercy slay my foes;Line 12 let all destroyed be That do afflict my soul, for I a servant am to thee.

Another of the same.

OH, hear my prayer, Lord, And unto my desire To bow thine ear accord, I humbly thee require:

And in thy faithfulnesse Unto me answer make, And in thy righteousnesse Upon me pity take.

In judgement enter notLine 2 VVith me thy servant poor: For why, this well I wot, No sinner can endure The sight of thee, O God, If thou his deeds shalt try, He dare make none abode Himself to justifie.

Behold the cruell foeLine 3 Me persecutes with spight, My soul to overthrow: Yea he my life down quite Unto the ground hath smote, And made me dwell full low In darknesse, as forgot, Or men dead long ago.

Therefore, my sprit much vextLine 4 O'rewhelm'd is me within; My heart right sore perplext, And desolate hath bin. Yet I do call to mindLine 5 VVhat ancient dayes record, Thy works of every kinde I think upon, O Lord.

Lo, I do stretch my handsLine 6 To thee my help alone, For thou well understands All my complaint and mone:

My thirsting soul desires, And longeth after Thee, As thirsty ground requires VVith rain refresht to be.

Lord, let my pray'r prevail,Line 7 To answer it make speed, For lo, my sp'rit doth fail; Hide not thy face in need, Left I be like to those. That do in darknesse sit. Or him that downward goes Into the dreadfull pit.

Because I trust in thee,Line 8 O Lord, cause me to hear Thy loving kindnesse free, When morning doth appear: Cause me to know the way Wherein my path should be, For why my soul on hie I do lift up to thee.

From my fierce enemieLine 9 In safetie do me guide, Because I fly to thee, Lord, that thou mayst me hide. My God alone art thou,Line 10 Teach me thy righteousnesse: Thy sp'rit's good, lead me to The land of uprightnesse,

O Lord for thy Names sake,Line 11 Be pleas'd to quicken me: And for thy truth, forth take My soul from miserie. Line 12

And of thy grace destroyLine 12 My foes, and put to shame All who my soul annoy: For I thy servant am.