To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
THE Lord hear thee in the day of trouble; the name of the God of Jacob †† Or, set thee on an high place. defend thee;
2 Send †† Or, thy help. thee help from the sanctuary, and †† Or, support thee. strengthen thee out of Zion;
3 Remember all thy offerings, and †† Heb. turn to ashes: or, make fat. accept thy burnt sacrifice. Selah.
4 Grant thee according to thine own heart, and fulfil all thy counsel.
5 We will rejoice in thy salvation, and in the name of our God we will set up our banners: the Lord fulfil all thy petitions.
6 Now know I that the Lord saveth his anointed; he will hear him †† Heb. from the heaven of his holiness. from his holy heaven †† Heb. by the strength of the salvation of his right hand. with the saving strength of his right hand.
7 Some trust in chariots, and some in horses: but we will remember the name of the Lord our God.
8 They are brought down and fallen: but we are risen, and stand upright.
9 Save, Lord: let the king hear us when we call.
PSAL. XXI.
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
THE king shall joy in thy strength, O Lord; and in thy salvation how greatly shall he rejoice!
2 Thou hast given him his heart's desire, and hast not withholden the request of his lips. Selah.
3 For thou preventest him with the blessings of goodness: thou settest a crown of pure gold on his head.
4 He asked life of thee, and thou gavest it him, even length of days for ever and ever.
5 His glory is great in thy salvation: honour and majesty hast thou laid upon him.
6 For thou hast †† Heb. set him to be blessings. made him most blessed for ever: thou hast †† Heb. gladded him with joy. made him exceeding glad with thy countenance.
7 For the king trusteth in the Lord, and through the mercy of the most High he shall not be moved.
8 Thine hand shall find out all thine enemies: thy right hand shall find out those that hate thee.
9 Thou shalt make them as a fiery oven in the time of thine anger: the Lord shall swallow them up in his wrath, and the fire shall devour them.
10 Their fruit shalt thou destroy from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men.
11 For they intended evil against thee: they imagined a mischievous device, which they are not able to perform.
12 Therefore ‖‖ Or, thou shalt set them as a butt. shalt thou make them turn their †† Heb. shoulder. back, when thou shalt make ready thine arrows upon thy strings against the face of them.
13 Be thou exalted, Lord, in thine own strength: so will we sing and praise thy power.
PSAL. XXII.
To the chief Musician upon ‖‖ Or, the hind of the morning. Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David.
MY God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far †† Heb. from my salvation. from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
2 O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and †† Heb. there is no silence to me. am not silent.
3 But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.
4 Our fathers trusted in thee: they trusted, and thou didst deliver them.
5 They cried unto thee, and were delivered: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded.
6 But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.
7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they †† Heb. open. shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,
8 †† Heb. He rolled himself on the LORD. He trusted on the Lord that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, ‖‖ Or, if he delight in him. seeing he delighted in him.
9 But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou ‖‖ Or, keptest me in safety. didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.
10 I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly.
11 Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is †† Heb. not a helper. none to help.
12 Many bulls have compassed me: strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.
13 They †† Heb. opened their mouths against me. gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are ‖‖ Or, sundered. out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
