The Psalter or Psalms of David
The Eighth Day.
Psalm 38. Domine, ne in furore.
PUT me not to rebuke, O LORD, in thine anger; * neither chasten
me in thy heavy displeasure:
2 For thine arrows stick fast in me, * and thy hand presseth
3 There is no health in my flesh, because of thy displeasure;
* neither is there any rest in my bones, by reason of my sin.
4 For my wickednesses are gone over my head, * and are like a
sore burden, too heavy for me to bear.
5 My wounds stink, and are corrupt, * through my foolishness.
6 I am brought into so great trouble and misery, * that I go
mourning all the day long.
7 For my loins are filled with a sore disease, * and there is
no whole part in my body.
8 I am feeble and sore smitten; * I have roared for the very
disquietness of my heart.
9 Lord, thou knowest all my desire; * and my groaning is not
hid from thee.
10 My heart panteth, my strength hath failed me, * and the light
of mine eyes is gone from me.
11 My lovers and my neighbours did stand looking upon my trouble,
* and my kinsmen stood afar off.
12 They also that sought after my life laid snares for me; *
and they that went about to do me evil talked of wickedness,
and imagined deceit all the day long.
13 As for me, I was like a deaf man, and heard not; * and as
one that is dumb, who doth not open his mouth.
14 I became even as a man that heareth not, * and in whose mouth
are no reproofs.
15 For in thee, O LORD, have I put my trust; * thou shalt answer
for me, O Lord my God.
16 I have required that they, even mine enemies, should not triumph
over me; * for when my foot slipt, they rejoiced greatly against
17 And I truly am set in the plague, * and my heaviness is ever
in my sight.
18 For I will confess my wickedness, * and be sorry for my sin.
19 But mine enemies live, and are mighty; * and they that hate
me wrongfully are many in number.
20 They also that reward evil for good are against me; * because
I follow the thing that good is.
21 Forsake me not, O LORD my God; * be not thou far from me.
Psalm 39. Dixi, Custodiam.
I SAID, I will take heed to my ways, * that I offend not in my
2 I will keep my mouth as it were with a bridle, * while the
ungodly is in my sight.
3 I held my tongue, and spake nothing: * I kept silence, yea,
even from good words; but it was pain and grief to me.
4 My heart was hot within me: and while I was thus musing the
fire kindled, * and at the last I spake with my tongue:
5 LORD, let me know mine end, and the number of my days; * that
I may be certified how long I have to live.
6 Behold, thou hast made my days as it were a span long, and
mine age is even as nothing in respect of thee; * and verily
every man living is altogether vanity.
7 For man walketh in a vain shadow, and disquieteth himself in
vain; * he heapeth up riches, and cannot tell who shall gather
8 And now, Lord, what is my hope? * truly my hope is even in
9 Deliver me from all mine offences; * and make me not a rebuke
unto the foolish.
10 I became dumb, and opened not my mouth; * for it was thy doing.
11 Take thy plague away from me: * I am even consumed by the
means of thy heavy hand.
12 When thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin, thou makest
his beauty to consume away, like as it were a moth fretting a
garment: * every man therefore is but vanity.
13 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and with thine ears consider my calling;
* hold not thy peace at my tears;
14 For I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, * as all my
15 O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength, * before
I go hence, and be no more seen.
Psalm 40. Expectans expectavi.
I WAITED patiently for the LORD, * and he inclined unto me, and
heard my calling.
2 He brought me also out of the horrible pit, out of the mire
and clay, * and set my feet upon the rock, and ordered my goings.
3 And he hath put a new song in my mouth, * even a thanksgiving
unto our God.
4 Many shall see it, and fear, * and shall put their trust in
5 Blessed is the man that hath set his hope in the LORD, * and
turned not unto the proud, and to such as go about with lies.
6 O LORD my God, great are the wondrous works which thou hast
done, like as be also thy thoughts, which are to us-ward; * and
yet there is no man that ordereth them unto thee.
7 If I should declare them, and speak of them, * they should
be more than I am able to express.
8 Sacrifice and offering thou wouldest not, * but mine ears hast
9 Burnt-offering and sacrifice for sin hast thou not required:
* then said I, LO, I come;
10 In the volume of the book it is written of me, that I should
fulfil thy will, O my God: * I am content to do it; yea, thy
law is within my heart.
11 I have declared thy righteousness in the great congregation:
* lo, I will not refrain my lips, O LORD, and that thou knowest.
12 I have not hid thy righteousness within my heart; * my talk
hath been of thy truth, and of thy salvation.
13 I have not kept back thy loving mercy and truth * from the
14 Withdraw not thou thy mercy from me, O LORD; * let thy loving-kindness
and thy truth alway preserve me.
15 For innumerable troubles are come about me; my sins have taken
such hold upon me, that I am not able to look up; * yea, they
are more in number than the hairs of my head, and my heart hath
16 O LORD, let it be thy pleasure to deliver me; * make haste,
O LORD, to help me.
17 Let them be ashamed, and confounded together, that seek after
my soul to destroy it; * let them be driven backward, and put
to rebuke, that wish me evil.
18 Let them be desolate, and rewarded with shame, * that say
unto me, Fie upon thee! fie upon thee!
19 Let all those that seek thee, be joyful and glad in thee;
* and let such as love thy salvation, say alway, The LORD be
20 As for me, I am poor and needy; * but the Lord careth for
21 Thou art my helper and redeemer; * make no long tarrying,
O my God.
Psalm 41. Beatus qui intelligit.
BLESSED is he that considereth the poor and needy; * the LORD
shall deliver him in the time of trouble.
2 The LORD preserve him, and keep him alive, that he may be blessed
upon earth; * and deliver not thou him into the will of his enemies.
3 The LORD comfort him when he lieth sick upon his bed; * make
thou all his bed in his sickness.
4 I said, LORD, be merciful unto me; * heal my soul, for I have
sinned against thee.
5 Mine enemies speak evil of me, * When shall he die, and his
6 And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity, * and his heart
conceiveth falsehood within himself; and when he cometh forth,
he telleth it.
7 All mine enemies whisper together against me; * even against
me do they imagine this evil.
8 An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him; * and now
that he lieth, he shall rise up no more.
9 Yea, even mine own familiar friend whom I trusted, * who did
also eat of my bread, hath laid great wait for me.
10 But be thou merciful unto me, O LORD; * raise thou me up again,
and I shall reward them.
11 By this I know thou favourest me, * that mine enemy doth not
triumph against me.
12 And in my innocency thou upholdest me, * and shalt set me
before thy face for ever.
13 Blessed be the LORD God of Israel, * world without end. Amen.
Psalm 42. Quemadmodum.
LIKE as the hart desireth the water-brooks, * so longeth my soul
after thee, O God.
2 My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God: *
when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, * while they daily
say unto me, Where is now thy God?
4 Now when I think thereupon, I pour out my heart by myself;
* for I went with the multitude, and brought them forth into
the house of God;
5 In the voice of praise and thanksgiving, * among such as keep
6 Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul? * and why art
thou so disquieted within me?
7 O put thy trust in God; * for I will yet thank him, which is
the help of my countenance, and my God.
8 My soul is vexed within me; * therefore will I remember thee
from the land of Jordan, from Hermon and the little hill.
9 One deep calleth another, because of the noise of thy water-floods;
* all thy waves and storms are gone over me.
10 The LORD will grant his loving-kindness in the daytime; *
and in the night season will I sing of him, and make my prayer
unto the God of my life.
11 I will say unto the God of my strength, Why hast thou forgotten
me? * why go I thus heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?
12 My bones are smitten asunder as with a sword, * while mine
enemies that trouble me cast me in the teeth;
13 Namely, while they say daily unto me, * Where is now thy God?
14 Why art thou so vexed, O my soul? * and why art thou so disquieted
15 O put thy trust in God; * for I will yet thank him, which
is the help of my countenance, and my God.
Psalm 43. Judica me, Deus.
GIVE sentence with me, O God, and defend my cause against the
ungodly people; * O deliver me from the deceitful and wicked
2 For thou art the God of my strength; why hast thou put me from
thee? * and why go I so heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?
3 O send out thy light and thy truth, that they may lead me,
* and bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy dwelling;
4 And that I may go unto the altar of God, even unto the God
of my joy and gladness; * and upon the harp will I give thanks
unto thee, O God, my God.
5 Why art thou so heavy, O my soul? * and why art thou so disquieted
6 O put thy trust in God; * for I will yet give him thanks, which
is the help of my countenance, and my God.