1 Lord, hear my prayer, regard my cries;
and in thy faithfulness
give thou an answer unto me,
and in thy righteousness.
2 Thy servant also bring thou not
in judgment to be tried:
because no living man can be
in thy sight justified.

3 Because the foe pursues my soul,
my life to earth doth tread;
in darkness he hath made me dwell,
as those that are long dead.
4 My spirit, then, is overwhelmed
with sore perplexity;
within me is my very heart
amazed wondrously.

5 I call to mind the days of old,
I think upon thy deeds;
on all the work I meditate
which from thy hand proceeds.
6 My hands to thee I stretch; my soul
thirsts as dry land for thee.
7 Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails:
hide not thy face from me;

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

10 Because thou art my God, to do
thy will do me instruct:
good is thy Spirit, in a land
that plain is me conduct.
11 Revive and quicken me, O Lord,
even for thine own name’s sake;
and do thou, in thy righteousness,
my soul from trouble take.

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