Psalm 143 Thursday Morning 4. Tuesday Compline
Yahweh, hear my prayer; * listen, El, to my plea for mercy.
In your faithfulness answer me; * answer me in your justice.
But do not bring your servant to court, * since no one alive can be justified before you.
For the enemy hunted my soul, * ground my life into the underworld.
He made me dwell in the dark lands, * like the men of the house of eternity.
My spirit ebbed from me; * within me my heart was desolate.
I remembered the days of antiquity, * and counted all your deeds; * on the works of your hands I meditated.
I stretch out my hands toward you; * here below my parched throat thirsts for you.
Hurry to answer me, Yahweh! * El, my spirit fails!
Should you turn your face from me, * I would resemble those gone down to the Pit.
Let me hear your kindness at the dawn, * because in you I have trusted.
Show me the road I must travel, * because to you I have raised my mind.
Rescue me from my enemies, Yahweh; * my God, truly am I being submerged.
Teach me to do your will, * because you are my God.
With your good spirit * lead me * into the level Land.
For your Name's sake, Yahweh, grant me life; * in your justice deliver my life from my adversaries.
In your kindness annihilate my foes, * and destroy all who harass me, * for I am your servant.