Psalms 143
143
My Humble Prayer
King David’s poetic song when he was chased by Absalom # 143 As translated from the Septuagint.
1Lord, you must hear my prayer,
for you are faithful to your promises.
Answer my cry, O righteous God!
2Don’t bring me into your courtroom for judgment,
for there is no one who is righteous before you.
3My enemies have chased and caught me
and crushed my life into dust.
Now I’m living in the darkness of death’s shadow.
4My inner being is in depression
and my heart is heavy, dazed with despair.
5I remember the glorious miracles of days gone by,
and I often think of all the wonders of old.
6Now I’m reaching out to you, thirsting for you
like the dry, cracked ground thirsts for rain.
Pause in his presence
7Lord, come quickly and answer me,
for my depression deepens and I’m about to give up.
Don’t leave me now or I’ll die!
8Let the dawning day bring me revelation
of your tender, unfailing love.
Give me light for my path and teach me, for I trust in you.
9Save me from all my enemies, for I hide myself in you.
10I just want to obey all you ask of me.
So teach me, Lord, for you are my God.
Your gracious Spirit is all I need, so lead me on good paths
that are pleasing to you, my one and only God!
11Lord, if you rescue me, it will bring you more glory,
for you are true to your promises.
Bring me out of these troubles!
12Since I am your loving servant, destroy all those
who are trying to harm me.
And because you are so loving and kind to me,
silence all of my enemies!
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PSALM 143
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Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
A Psalm of David.
1Lord, hear my pray'r, attend my suits;
and in thy faithfulness
Give thou an answer unto me,
and in thy righteousness.
2Thy servant also bring thou not
in judgment to be try'd:
Because no living man can be
in thy sight justify'd.
3For th' en'my hath pursu'd my soul,
my life to ground down tread:
In darkness he hath made me dwell,
as who have long been dead.
4My sp'rit is therefore overwhelm'd
in me perplexedly;
Within me is my very heart
amazed wondrously.
5I call to mind the days of old,
to meditate I use
On all thy works; upon the deeds
I of thy hands do muse.
6My hands to thee I stretch; my soul
thirsts, as dry land, for thee.
7Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails:
hide not thy face from me;
Lest like to them I do become
that go down to the dust.
8At morn let me thy kindness hear;
for in thee do I trust.
Teach me the way that I should walk:
I lift my soul to thee.
9Lord, free me from my foes; I flee
to thee to cover me.
10Because thou art my God, to do
thy will do me instruct:
Thy Sp'rit is good, me to the land
of uprightness conduct.
11Revive and quicken me, O Lord,
ev'n for thine own name's sake;
And do thou, for thy righteousness,
my soul from trouble take.
12And of thy mercy slay my foes;
let all destroyed be
That do afflict my soul: for I
a servant am to thee.
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