The Psalms - Ferrar Fenton Bible Translation page 775

Boox VII. PSALMS PsAr.Ms 142, 143. PSALM 142. 3 ilzhctiun bg Qahih, iubzu Qc was in ily: Mah: nf Wycfilnly. ST.mzA 1. I shout with my voice to the LoRD, With my voice to the LORD I appeal; I pour out before Him my thoughts, My troubles before Him report. In my languor, my spirit lift up, For to You my pathways are known; They set traps on the road that I went, I looked right, but I saw no release, To me chance of Hyiug had failed, From those who were hunting my life. SrA1~:zA 2. Then, LORD, I shouted to You, Exclaimiug that You were my trust, My support in the land where we live. I am weak, so attend to my shout, Release me ;·—~my hunters are stronger than I; Bring out from my prison my soul, To give praise to Yotm NAME. Envoy. The righteous will gather to me, When to me You return. PSALM 143 Q Quint hg Ruhih. SrA1~zzA 1. Listen, O LoRD, to my prayer; Attend my request in Your truth. In Your justice give answer to me, And let not Your slave be condemned 2 None living are perfect to You. For my body the enemy hunts, He strikes down my life to the earth. Throws to darkness as if I were dead, And my spirit within me is faint, And my heart in my breast is depressed. I think of the days of the past, I meditate on all Your acts, I reflect on the work of Your hands; I spread out my hands towards. You, My body to Yon, like earth's dust! give the English Authorized Version as fairly representative. Vv. 5 To xo. ‘ Let the righteous smite me : it shall be

a kindness; and let him reprove me; it will be an excellent oil: for yet my prayer also shell be in their calamities. ‘ When their judges are overthrown in

stony places, they shall hear my words; for t ey are sweet. ‘ Our bones are scattered at the grave's

mouth, as when one cutteth and heweth wood upon the earth. ‘ But mine eyes are unto Thee, O Gon,

the Loan; in Thee is my trust : leave not my soul destitute. ‘ Keep me from the snares which they

have laid for me, and the gins of the wokrof ini res quit . ‘ Let the wickedyfall into their own nets —F. F, 775 X0