When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.

But thou, O Lord, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.

All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.

I said, Lord, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble. The Lord will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.

Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: let such as love thy salvation say continually, The Lord be magnified.

Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O Lord: let thy lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me.

Sacrifice and offering thou didst not desire; mine ears hast thou opened: burnt offering and sin offering hast thou not required.