Psalm 143 (2nd version)

From Scottish Metrical Psalms 1650

Meter: 6,6,6,6,6,6,6,6

1    Oh, hear my prayer, Lord,
     And unto my desire
     To bow thine ear accord,
     I humbly thee require;
     And, in thy faithfulness,
     Unto me answer make,
     And, in thy righteousness,
     Upon me pity take.

2    In judgment enter not
     With me thy servant poor;
     For why, this well I wot,
     No sinner can endure
     The sight of thee, O God:
     If thou his deeds shalt try,
     He dare make none abode
     Himself to justify.

3    Behold, the cruel foe
     Me persecutes with spite,
     My soul to overthrow:
     Yea, he my life down quite
     Unto the ground hath smote,
     And made me dwell full low
     In darkness, as forgot,
     Or men dead long ago.

4    Therefore my sp'rit much vex'd,
     O'erwhelm'd is me within;
     My heart right sore perplex'd
     And desolate hath been.
5    Yet I do call to mind
     What ancient days record,
     Thy works of ev'ry kind
     I think upon, O Lord.

6    Lo, I do stretch my hands
     To thee, my help alone;
     For thou well understands
     All my complaint and moan:
     My thirsting soul desires,
     And longeth after thee,
     As thirsty ground requires
     With rain refresh'd to be.

7    Lord, let my pray'r prevail,
     To answer it make speed;
     For, lo, my sp'rit doth fail:
     Hide not thy face in need;
     Lest I be like to those
     That do in darkness sit,
     Or him that downward goes
     Into the dreadful pit.

8    Because I trust in thee,
     O Lord, cause me to hear
     Thy loving-kindness free,
     When morning doth appear:
     Cause me to know the way
     Wherein my path should be;
     For why, my soul on high
     I do lift up to thee.

9    From my fierce enemy
     In safety do me guide,
     Because I flee to thee,
     Lord, that thou may'st me hide.
10   My God alone art thou,
     Teach me thy righteousness:
     Thy Sp'rit's good, lead me to
     The land of uprightness.

11   O Lord, for thy name's sake,
     Be pleas'd to quicken me;
     And, for thy truth, forth take
     My soul from misery.
12   And of thy grace destroy
     My foes, and put to shame
     All who my soul annoy;
     For I thy servant am.

Recordings of Psalm 143 (2nd version)

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Psalm 143 2nd version v6-8
Scottish Metrical Psalms 1650
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