Psalms 4
1 To the chief music-maker on corded instruments. A Psalm. Of David. Give answer to my cry, O God of my righteousness; make me free from my troubles; have mercy on me, and give ear to my prayer.
Answer me when I call, O God of my righteousness. Thou have enlarged me in distress. Have mercy upon me, and hear my prayer.
2 O you sons of men, how long will you go on turning my glory into shame? how long will you give your love to foolish things, going after what is false? (Selah)
O ye sons of men, how long shall my glory be turned into dishonor? Will ye love vanity, and seek after falsehood? (Selah)
3 See how the Lord has made great his mercy for me; the Lord will give ear to my cry.
But know that Jehovah has set apart for himself him who is holy. Jehovah will hear when I call to him.
4 Let there be fear in your hearts, and do no sin; have bitter feelings on your bed, but make no sound. (Selah)
Stand in awe, and sin not. Commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still. (Selah)
5 Give the offerings of righteousness, and put your faith in the Lord.
Offer the sacrifices of righteousness, and put your trust in Jehovah.
6 There are numbers who say, Who will do us any good? the light of his face has gone from us.
Many there are who say, Who will show us good? Jehovah, lift thou up the light of thy countenance upon us.
7 Lord, you have put joy in my heart, more than they have when their grain and their wine are increased.
Thou have put gladness in my heart more than when their grain and their new wine are increased.
8 I will take my rest on my bed in peace, because you only, Lord, keep me safe.
In peace I will both lie down and sleep, for thou, Jehovah, alone make me dwell in safety.
