Mar
24
2014

David Prayeth For Audience / His Complaint In Sickness

PSALM IV

1-3 David prayeth and professeth his study in prayer

To the chief Musician upon Nehiloth, A Psalm of David.

Give ear to my words, O Lord, consider my meditation.

Hearken unto the voice of my cry, my King, and my God: for unto thee will I pray.

My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O Lord;in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up.

4-6 God favoreth not the wicked

For thou art not a God that hath pleasure in wickedness: neither shall evil dwell with thee.

The foolish shall not stand in thy sight: thou hatest all workers of iniquity.

Thou shalt destroy them that speak leasing: the Lord will abhor the bloody and deceitful man.

7-9 David professing his faith, prayeth unto God to guide him

But as for me, I will come into thy house in the multitude of thy mercy: cand in thy fear will I worship toward thy holy temple.

Lead me, O Lord, in thy righteousness because of mine enemies; make thy way straight before my face.

For there is no faithfulness in their mouth their inward part is very wickedness; their throat is an open sepulchre; they flatter with their tongue.

10 to destroy his enemies

Destroy thou them, O God; let them fall by their own counsels; cast them out in the multitude of their transgressions; for they have rebelled against thee.

11-12 amd to preserve the godly

But let all those that put their trust in thee rejoice: let them ever shout for joy, because thou defendest them: let them also that love thy name be joyful in thee.

For thou Lord, wilt bless the righteous; with favour will thou compass him as with a shield.

PSALM VI

1-7 David’s complaint in his sickness

To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David

O Lord rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord heal me: for my bones are vexed: but thou, O Lord, How long?

Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies sake.

For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?

I am weary  with my groaning; all the night make I my  bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

Mine eyes is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old becacuse of all mine enemies.

8-10 He triumpheth over his enemies

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

The Lord hath heard my supplication; the Lord will receive my prayer.

Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.

Nicetas

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