Psalms of David 17
17
Exaudi, Domine.
Psalm XVII.
T. S.
1O Lord give ear to my just cause,
attend when I complain:
And hear the Prayer that I put forth
with lips that do not feign.
2And let the judgment of my cause
proceed always from thee:
And let thine eyes behold and clear
this my simplicity.
3Thou hast well try’d me in the night,
and yet could’st nothing find
That I have spoken with my tongue
that was not in my mind.
4As for the works of wicked men,
and paths perverse and ill,
For love of thy most holy Name,
I have refrained still.
5Then in thy paths that be most pure
stay me, Lord, and preserve,
That from the way wherein I walk
my steps may never swerve:
6For I do call to thee, O Lord,
surely thou wilt me aid:
Then hear my prayer, and weigh right well
the words that I have said.
7O thou the Saviour of all them
that put their trust in thee,
Declare thy strength on them that spurn
against thy Majesty.
8O keep me as thou wouldest keep
the apple of thine eye:
And under covert of thy wings,
defend me secretly.
The Second Part.
9From wicked men that trouble me,
and daily me anoy,
And from my foes that go about
my soul for to destroy:
10Which wallow in their worldly wealth
and are so full and fat,
That in their pride they do not spare
to speak they care not what.
11They lye in wait where I should pass,
with craft me to confound:
And musing mischief in their minds,
to cast me to the ground,
12Much like a lion greedily,
that would his prey embrace,
Or lurcking like a lions whelp,
within some secret place.
13Up, Lord, in haste, prevent my foe,
and cast him at my Feet:
Save thou my Soul from the ill man,
and with thy sword him smite.
14Deliver me, Lord, by thy power
out of these tyrants hands:
Which now so long time reigned have,
and kept us in their bands.
15I mean from worldly men, to whom
all worldly goods are rife,
That have no hope nor part of joy
but in this present life.
16Thou of thy store their bellies fill’it
with pleasure to their mind:
Their children have enough, and leave
the rest to theirs behind.
17But I shall with pure conscience
behold thy gracious face:
So when I wake I shall be full
of thine image and grace.
നിലവിൽ തിരഞ്ഞെടുത്തിരിക്കുന്നു:
Psalms of David 17: MP1562
ഹൈലൈറ്റ് ചെയ്യുക
പങ്ക് വെക്കു
പകർത്തുക
നിങ്ങളുടെ എല്ലാ ഉപകരണങ്ങളിലും ഹൈലൈറ്റുകൾ സംരക്ഷിക്കാൻ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നുണ്ടോ? സൈൻ അപ്പ് ചെയ്യുക അല്ലെങ്കിൽ സൈൻ ഇൻ ചെയ്യുക
First published in England in 1562.
Psalms of David 17
17
Exaudi, Domine.
Psalm XVII.
T. S.
1O Lord give ear to my just cause,
attend when I complain:
And hear the Prayer that I put forth
with lips that do not feign.
2And let the judgment of my cause
proceed always from thee:
And let thine eyes behold and clear
this my simplicity.
3Thou hast well try’d me in the night,
and yet could’st nothing find
That I have spoken with my tongue
that was not in my mind.
4As for the works of wicked men,
and paths perverse and ill,
For love of thy most holy Name,
I have refrained still.
5Then in thy paths that be most pure
stay me, Lord, and preserve,
That from the way wherein I walk
my steps may never swerve:
6For I do call to thee, O Lord,
surely thou wilt me aid:
Then hear my prayer, and weigh right well
the words that I have said.
7O thou the Saviour of all them
that put their trust in thee,
Declare thy strength on them that spurn
against thy Majesty.
8O keep me as thou wouldest keep
the apple of thine eye:
And under covert of thy wings,
defend me secretly.
The Second Part.
9From wicked men that trouble me,
and daily me anoy,
And from my foes that go about
my soul for to destroy:
10Which wallow in their worldly wealth
and are so full and fat,
That in their pride they do not spare
to speak they care not what.
11They lye in wait where I should pass,
with craft me to confound:
And musing mischief in their minds,
to cast me to the ground,
12Much like a lion greedily,
that would his prey embrace,
Or lurcking like a lions whelp,
within some secret place.
13Up, Lord, in haste, prevent my foe,
and cast him at my Feet:
Save thou my Soul from the ill man,
and with thy sword him smite.
14Deliver me, Lord, by thy power
out of these tyrants hands:
Which now so long time reigned have,
and kept us in their bands.
15I mean from worldly men, to whom
all worldly goods are rife,
That have no hope nor part of joy
but in this present life.
16Thou of thy store their bellies fill’it
with pleasure to their mind:
Their children have enough, and leave
the rest to theirs behind.
17But I shall with pure conscience
behold thy gracious face:
So when I wake I shall be full
of thine image and grace.
നിലവിൽ തിരഞ്ഞെടുത്തിരിക്കുന്നു:
:
ഹൈലൈറ്റ് ചെയ്യുക
പങ്ക് വെക്കു
പകർത്തുക
നിങ്ങളുടെ എല്ലാ ഉപകരണങ്ങളിലും ഹൈലൈറ്റുകൾ സംരക്ഷിക്കാൻ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നുണ്ടോ? സൈൻ അപ്പ് ചെയ്യുക അല്ലെങ്കിൽ സൈൻ ഇൻ ചെയ്യുക
First published in England in 1562.