Daily reading in version Bible American Standard - English
O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thy wrath Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
For mine iniquities are gone over my head: As a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness.
I am pained and bowed down greatly I go mourning all the day long.
For my loins are filled with burning And there is no soundness in my flesh.
I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
Lord, all my desire is before thee And my groaning is not hid from thee.
My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague And my kinsmen stand afar off.
They also that seek after my life lay snares [for me] And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, And meditate deceits all the day long.
But I, as a deaf man, hear not And I am as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth.
Yea, I am as a man that heareth not, And in whose mouth are no reproofs.
For in thee, O Jehovah, do I hope: Thou wilt answer, O Lord my God.
For I said, Lest they rejoice over me: When my foot slippeth, they magnify themselves against me.
For I am ready to fall, And my sorrow is continually before me.
For I will declare mine iniquity I will be sorry for my sin.
But mine enemies are lively, [and] are strong And they that hate me wrongfully are multiplied.
They also that render evil for good Are adversaries unto me, because I follow the thing that is good.
Forsake me not, O Jehovah: O my God, be not far from me.
Make haste to help me, O Lord, my salvation.
I said, I will take heed to my ways, That I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, While the wicked is before me.
I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good And my sorrow was stirred.
My heart was hot within me While I was musing the fire burned: [Then] spake I with my tongue:
Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is Let me know how frail I am.
Behold, thou hast made my days [as] handbreadths And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. [Selah
Surely every man walketh in a vain show Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up [riches], and knoweth not who shall gather them.
And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.
Deliver me from all my transgressions: Make me not the reproach of the foolish.
I was dumb, I opened not my mouth Because thou didst it.
Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: Surely every man is vanity. [Selah
Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.
I waited patiently for Jehovah And he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.
He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay And he set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.
And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: Many shall see it, and fear, And shall trust in Jehovah.
Blessed is the man that maketh Jehovah his trust, And respecteth not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.
Many, O Jehovah my God, are the wonderful works which thou hast done, And thy thoughts which are to us-ward They cannot be set in order unto thee If I would declare and speak of them, They are more than can be numbered.
Sacrifice and offering thou hast no delight in Mine ears hast thou opened: Burnt-offering and sin-offering hast thou not required.
Then said I, Lo, I am come In the roll of the book it is written of me:
I delight to do thy will, O my God Yea, thy law is within my heart.
I have proclaimed glad tidings of righteousness in the great assembly Lo, I will not refrain my lips, O Jehovah, thou knowest.
I have not hid thy righteousness within my heart I have declared thy faithfulness and thy salvation I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truth from the great assembly.
Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O Jehovah Let thy lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me.
For innumerable evils have compassed me about Mine iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up They are more than the hairs of my head And my heart hath failed me.
Be pleased, O Jehovah, to deliver me: Make haste to help me, O Jehovah.
Let them be put to shame and confounded together That seek after my soul to destroy it: Let them be turned backward and brought to dishonor That delight in my hurt.
Let them be desolate by reason of their shame That say unto me, Aha, aha.
Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: Let such as love thy salvation say continually, Jehovah be magnified.
But I am poor and needy [Yet] the Lord thinketh upon me: Thou art my help and my deliverer Make no tarrying, O my God.
Blessed is he that considereth the poor: Jehovah will deliver him in the day of evil.
Jehovah will preserve him, and keep him alive, And he shall be blessed upon the earth And deliver not thou him unto the will of his enemies.
Jehovah will support him upon the couch of languishing: Thou makest all his bed in his sickness.
I said, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me: Heal my soul For I have sinned against thee.
Mine enemies speak evil against me, [saying], When will he die, and his name perish?
And if he come to see [me], he speaketh falsehood His heart gathereth iniquity to itself: When he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
All that hate me whisper together against me Against me do they devise my hurt.
An evil disease, [say they], cleaveth fast unto him And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, Who did eat of my bread, Hath lifted up his heel against me.
But thou, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me, and raise me up, That I may requite them.
By this I know that thou delightest in me, Because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.
And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, And settest me before thy face for ever.
Blessed be Jehovah, the God of Israel, From everlasting and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.
But if any hath caused sorrow, he hath caused sorrow, not to me, but in part (that I press not too heavily) to you all.
Sufficient to such a one is this punishment which was [inflicted] by the many
so that contrariwise ye should rather forgive him and comfort him, lest by any means such a one should be swallowed up with his overmuch sorrow.
Wherefore I beseech you to confirm [your] love toward him.
For to this end also did I write, that I might know the proof of you, whether ye are obedient in all things.
But to whom ye forgive anything, I [forgive] also: for what I also have forgiven, if I have forgiven anything, for your sakes [have I forgiven it] in the presence of Christ
that no advantage may be gained over us by Satan: for we are not ignorant of his devices.
Now when I came to Troas for the gospel of Christ, and when a door was opened unto me in the Lord,
I had no relief for my spirit, because I found not Titus my brother: but taking my leave of them, I went forth into Macedonia.
But thanks be unto God, who always leadeth us in triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest through us the savor of his knowledge in every place.
For we are a sweet savor of Christ unto God, in them that are saved, and in them that perish
to the one a savor from death unto death to the other a savor from life unto life. And who is sufficient for these things?
For we are not as the many, corrupting the word of God: but as of sincerity, but as of God, in the sight of God, speak we in Christ.
Are we beginning again to commend ourselves? or need we, as do some, epistles of commendation to you or from you?
Ye are our epistle, written in our hearts, known and read of all men
being made manifest that ye are an epistle of Christ, ministered by us, written not with ink, but with the Spirit of the living God not in tables of stone, but in tables [that are] hearts of flesh.
And such confidence have we through Christ to God-ward:
not that we are sufficient of ourselves, to account anything as from ourselves but our sufficiency is from God
who also made us sufficient as ministers of a new covenant not of the letter, but of the spirit: for the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life.