Psalms 143
1 A Melody of David. O Yahweh, hear my prayer, Give ear to my supplications, In thy faithfulness, answer me, in thy righteousness.
A Psalm. Of David. Let my prayer come to you, O Lord; give ear to my requests for your grace; keep faith with me, and give me an answer in your righteousness;
2 Do not then enter into judgment with thy servant, for no one living, can appear just before thee.
Let not your servant come before you to be judged; for no man living is upright in your eyes.
3 For an enemy hath pursued my soul, hath crushed, to the earth, my life, hath made me dwell in dark places, like the ancient dead.
The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.
4 Therefore hath my spirit, fainted concerning myself, Within me, hath, my heart, been confounded.
Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
5 I have remembered the days of aforetime, I have talked with myself of every deed of thine, Of the work of thy hands, I would speak:
I keep in mind the early days of the past, giving thought to all your acts, even to the work of your hands.
6 I have spread out my hands unto thee, My soul, is as a thirsty land, for thee. (Selah)
My hands are stretched out to you: my soul is turned to you, like a land in need of water. (Selah)
7 Speedily answer me, O Yahweh, My spirit faileth, —Do not hide thy face from me, or I shall be made like unto them who go down into the pit.
Be quick in answering me, O Lord, for the strength of my spirit is gone: let me see your face, so that I may not be like those who go down into the underworld.
8 Let me hear, in the morning, thy lovingkindness, for, in thee, have, I trusted, —Let me know the way in which I should walk, for, unto thee, have I uplifted my soul.
Let the story of your mercy come to me in the morning, for my hope is in you: give me knowledge of the way in which I am to go; for my soul is lifted up to you.
9 Rescue me from my foes, O Yahweh, Unto thee, have I come seeking refuge.
O Lord, take me out of the hands of my haters; my soul is waiting for you.
10 Teach me to do thy good pleasure, for, thou, art my God, —Thy spirit, is good, thou wilt set me down to rest in a level land.
Give me teaching so that I may do your pleasure; for you are my God: let your good Spirit be my guide into the land of righteousness.
11 For the sake of thy Name, O Yahweh, wilt thou give unto me life, In thy righteousness, wilt thou bring forth, out of distress, my soul;
Give me life, O Lord, because of your name; in your righteousness take my soul out of trouble.
12 And, in thy lovingkindness, wilt thou exterminate my foes, —and destroy all the adversaries of my soul, because, I, am thy servant.
And in your mercy put an end to my haters, and send destruction on all those who are against my soul; for I am your servant.
