Psalm 39–41

Psalm 39

To the chief Musician, even to ^*Jeduthun, A Psalm of David.

¹I said, I will ^atake heed to my ways,

That ^bI sin not with my tongue:

I will keep ^†cmy mouth with a bridle,

While the wicked is before me.

^2dI was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even ^ddfrom good;

And my sorrow was ^†stirred.

^3eMy heart was hot within me,

While I was ^fmusing the fire burned:

Then spake I with my tongue,

⁴Lord, ^gMake me to know mine end,

And the measure of my days, what it is;

That I may know ^||how ^hfrail I am.

⁵Behold, thou hast made my days as an ⁱhandbreadth;

And ^kmine ^lage is as nothing before thee:

^mVerily every man ^†at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

⁶Surely every man walketh in ^†a vain shew:

^mSurely they ⁿare disquieted in vain:

^oHe heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

⁷And now, Lord, what wait I for?

^pMy hope is in thee.

⁸Deliver me from all my transgressions:

^qMake me not the reproach of the foolish.

^9rI was dumb, I opened not my mouth;

^sBecause thou didst it.

^10tRemove thy stroke away from me:

I am consumed by the ^†blow of thine hand.

¹¹When thou with ^urebukes dost correct man for iniquity,

^wThou makest ^†his beauty to consume away ^xlike a moth:

^ySurely every man is vanity. Selah.

^12yyHear my prayer, O Lord,

And give ear unto my cry;

^zHold not thy peace at my tears:

For I am a ^astranger with thee,

And ^aa sojourner, ^bas all my fathers were.

¹³O ^cspare me, that I may ^drecover strength,

^eBefore I go hence, and be no more.

Psalm 40

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

¹I ^†awaited patiently for the Lord;

And he inclined unto me, and ^bheard my cry.

²He brought me up also out of ^†an horrible pit, out of the ^cmiry ^dclay,

And ^eset my feet upon a rock, and ^festablished my goings.

³And he hath put ^ga new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God:

Many shall ^hsee it, and ^hfear, and shall ⁱtrust in the Lord.

^4kBlessed is that man that maketh the Lord his trust,

And respecteth not ^lthe proud, nor such as ^mturn aside to lies.

⁵Many, O Lord my God, are ⁿthy wonderful works which thou hast done,

And ^othy thoughts which are to us-ward:

^||They cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee:

If I would declare and speak of them,

^pThey are more than can be numbered.

^6qSacrifice and offering thou didst not desire;

Mine ears hast thou ^†opened:

Burnt offering and sin offering hast thou not required.

⁷Then said I, Lo, I come:

In the ^rvolume of the book it is ^swritten of me,

⁸I delight to do ^tthy will, O my God:

Yea, thy law is ^†uwithin my heart.

⁹I have preached righteousness ^win the great congregation:

Lo, ^xI have not ^yrefrained my lips,

O Lord, ^zthou knowest.

¹⁰I have not hid thy righteousness within my heart;

I have declared thy faithfulness and thy salvation:

I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truth from ^uthe great congregation.

^11yWithhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O Lord:

Let ^athy lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me.

¹²For innumerable evils have ^bcompassed me about:

^cMine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up;

^ccThey are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore ^dmy heart ^†faileth me.

¹³Be pleased, O Lord, ^eto deliver me:

O Lord, ^fmake haste to help me.

^14gLet them be ashamed and confounded together that seek after my soul to destroy it;

Let them be driven backward and put to shame that wish me evil.

¹⁵Let them be ^hdesolate for a reward of their shame

That ⁱsay unto me, Aha, aha.

¹⁶Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee:

Let such as love thy salvation ^ksay continually, ^lThe Lord be magnified.

¹⁷But ^mI am poor and needy; yet ⁿthe Lord thinketh upon me:

Thou art my help and my deliverer;

Make no tarrying, O my God.

Psalm 41

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

^1aBlessed is he that considereth ^||the poor:

The Lord will ^bdeliver him ^†in time of trouble.

²The Lord will preserve him, and keep him alive;

And he shall be blessed upon the earth:

And ^||thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.

³The Lord will ^bbstrengthen him upon the bed of languishing:

Thou wilt ^†make all his bed in his sickness.

⁴I said, Lord, ^cbe merciful unto me:

^dHeal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

⁵Mine enemies speak evil of me,

When shall he die, and his name perish?

⁶And if he come to see me, he ^espeaketh vanity:

His heart gathereth iniquity to itself;

When he goeth abroad, he telleth it.

⁷All that hate me whisper together against me:

Against me do they devise ^†my hurt.

^8†An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him:

And now that he ^flieth he shall rise up no more.

^9gYea, ^†mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted,

^hWhich did eat of my bread,

Hath ^†lifted up his heel against me.

¹⁰But thou, O Lord, ^cbe merciful unto me,

And raise me up, that I may requite them.

¹¹By this I know that thou favourest me,

Because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.

¹²And as for me, ⁱthou upholdest me in mine integrity,

And settest me before thy face for ever.

^13kBlessed be the Lord God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. ^lAmen, and Amen.