Upon my heart, bestow'd by thee, more gladness I have found Than they, ev'n then, when corn and wine did most with them abound.
Delight thyself in God; he'll give thine heart's desire to thee.
Then will I to God's altar go, to God my chiefest joy: Yea, God, my God, thy name to praise my harp I will employ.
For thou, Lord, by thy mighty works hast made my heart right glad; And I will triumph in the works which by thine hands were made.
Let me not be asham'd, O Lord, for on thee call'd I have: Let wicked men be sham'd, let them be silent in the grave.
That th' earth thy way, and nations all may know thy saving grace.
O Lord of hosts, almighty God, how long shall kindled be Thy wrath against the prayer made by thine own folk to thee?