Psalms 31

A psalm of complaint and of praise.

Bow down thine ear unto me; deliver me speedily:

For thou art my rock and my fortress;

Pluck me out of the net that they have laid privily for me;

Into thy hand I commend my spirit:

I hate them that regard lying vanities;

I will be glad and rejoice in thy lovingkindness;

And thou hast not shut me up into the hand of the enemy;

Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress:

For my life is spent with sorrow,

Because of all mine adversaries I am become a reproach,

I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind:

For I have heard the defaming of many,

But I trusted in thee, O Jehovah:

My times are in thy hand:

Make thy face to shine upon thy servant:

Let me not be put to shame, O Jehovah; for I have called upon thee:

Let the lying lips be dumb,

Oh how great is thy goodness,

In the covert of thy presence wilt thou hide them from the plottings of man:

Blessed be Jehovah;

As for me, I said in my haste,

Oh love Jehovah, all ye his saints:

Be strong, and let your heart take courage,