American Standard Version of 1901
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A Psalm of David, {Or, to make memorial}to bring to remembrance.O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thy wrath;Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
For thine arrows {Hebrew: lighted on me.}stick fast in me,And thy hand {}presseth me sore.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation;Neither is there any {Or, rest}health in my bones because of my sin.
For mine iniquities are gone over my head:As a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
My wounds are loathsome and corrupt,Because of my foolishness.
I am {Hebrew: bent.}pained and bowed down greatly;I go mourning all the day long.
For my loins are filled with burning;And there is no soundness in my flesh.
I am faint and sore bruised:I have {Hebrew: roared.}groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
Lord, all my desire is before thee;And my groaning is not hid from thee.
My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me:As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague;And my kinsmen stand afar off.
They also that seek after my life lay snares for me;And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things,And meditate deceits all the day long.
But I, as a deaf man, hear not;And I am as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth.
Yea, I am as a man that heareth not,And in whose mouth are no {Or, arguments}reproofs.
For in thee, O Jehovah, do I hope:Thou wilt answer, O Lord my God.
For I said, Lest they rejoice over me:When my foot slippeth, they magnify themselves against me.
For I am ready to fall,And my sorrow is continually before me.
For I will declare mine iniquity;I will be sorry for my sin.
But mine enemies are lively, and are strong;And they that hate me {Hebrew: falsely.}wrongfully are multiplied.
They also that render evil for goodAre adversaries unto me, because I follow the thing that is good.
Forsake me not, O Jehovah:O my God, be not far from me.
Make haste to help me,O Lord, my salvation.
A Psalm of David, {Or, to make memorial}to bring to remembrance.O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thy wrath;Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
For thine arrows {Hebrew: lighted on me.}stick fast in me,And thy hand {}presseth me sore.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation;Neither is there any {Or, rest}health in my bones because of my sin.
For mine iniquities are gone over my head:As a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
My wounds are loathsome and corrupt,Because of my foolishness.
I am {Hebrew: bent.}pained and bowed down greatly;I go mourning all the day long.
For my loins are filled with burning;And there is no soundness in my flesh.
I am faint and sore bruised:I have {Hebrew: roared.}groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
Lord, all my desire is before thee;And my groaning is not hid from thee.
My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me:As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague;And my kinsmen stand afar off.
They also that seek after my life lay snares for me;And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things,And meditate deceits all the day long.
But I, as a deaf man, hear not;And I am as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth.
Yea, I am as a man that heareth not,And in whose mouth are no {Or, arguments}reproofs.
For in thee, O Jehovah, do I hope:Thou wilt answer, O Lord my God.
For I said, Lest they rejoice over me:When my foot slippeth, they magnify themselves against me.
For I am ready to fall,And my sorrow is continually before me.
For I will declare mine iniquity;I will be sorry for my sin.
But mine enemies are lively, and are strong;And they that hate me {Hebrew: falsely.}wrongfully are multiplied.
They also that render evil for goodAre adversaries unto me, because I follow the thing that is good.
Forsake me not, O Jehovah:O my God, be not far from me.
Make haste to help me,O Lord, my salvation.
For the Chief Musician, for {Psalm 62 title. 77 title, 1 Chronicles 16:41, 25:1}Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.I said, I will take heed to my ways,That I sin not with my tongue:I will keep {Hebrew: a bridle (or, muzzle) for my mouth}my mouth with a bridle,While the wicked is before me.
I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, {Or, and had no comfort Hebrew: away from good.}even from good;And my sorrow was stirred.
My heart was hot within me;While I was musing the fire burned:Then spake I with my tongue:
Jehovah, make me to know mine end,And the measure of my days, what it is;Let me know how frail I am.
Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths;And my life-time is as nothing before thee:Surely every man {Hebrew: standing firm.}at his best estate is altogether {Hebrew: a breath.}vanity. [Selah
Surely every man walketh {Or, as a shadow}in a vain show;Surely they are disquieted {Or, for vanity}in vain:He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
And now, Lord, what wait I for?My hope is in thee.
Deliver me from all my transgressions:Make me not the reproach of the foolish.
I was dumb, I opened not my mouth;Because thou didst it.
Remove thy stroke away from me:I am consumed by the {Hebrew: conflict.}blow of thy hand.
When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity,Thou {Or, consumest like a moth his delights}makest his beauty to consume away like a moth:Surely every man is {Hebrew: a breath.}vanity. [Selah
Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry;Hold not thy peace at my tears:For I am a stranger with thee,A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Oh {Or, look away from me}spare me, that I may {Hebrew: brighten up.}recover strength,Before I go hence, and be no more.
For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, set to the {Or, the eighth}Sheminith. A Psalm of David.O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thine anger,Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away:O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.
My soul also is sore troubled:And thou, O Jehovah, how long?
Return, O Jehovah, deliver my soul:Save me for thy lovingkindness' sake.
For in death there is no remembrance of thee:In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?
I am weary with my groaning;Every night make I my bed to swim;I water my couch with my tears.
Mine eye wasteth away because of grief;It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity;For Jehovah hath heard the voice of my weeping.
Jehovah hath heard my supplication;Jehovah will receive my prayer.
All mine enemies shall be put to shame and sore troubled:They shall turn back, they shall be put to shame suddenly.