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1 Lord, hear my pray’r, attend my suits;
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 try’d:
Because no living man can be
in thy sight justify’d.
3 For th’ en’my hath pursu’d my soul,
my life to ground down tread:
In darkness he hath made me dwell,
as who have long been dead.
4 My sp’rit is therefore overwhelm’d
in me perplexedly;
Within me is my very heart
5 I call to mind the days of old,
to meditate I use
On all thy works; upon the deeds
I of thy hands do muse.
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:
Thy Sp’rit is good, me to the land
of uprightness conduct.
11 Revive and quicken me, O Lord,
ev’n for thine own name’s sake;
And do thou, for 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.
Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases