To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
8,6,8,6
1The heav’ns God’s glory do declare, the skies his hand-works preach: 2Day utters speech to day, and night to night doth knowledge teach. | 3There is no speech nor tongue to which their voice doth not extend: 4Their line is gone through all the earth, their words to the world’s end. | In them he set the sun a tent; 5Who, bridegroom-like, forth goes From’s chamber, as a strong man doth to run his race rejoice. | 6From heav’n’s end is his going forth, circling to th’ end again; And there is nothing from his heat that hidden doth remain. | 7God’s law is perfect, and converts the soul in sin that lies: God’s testimony is most sure, and makes the simple wise. | 8The statutes of the Lord are right, and do rejoice the heart: The Lord’s command is pure, and doth light to the eyes impart. | 9Unspotted is the fear of God, and doth endure for ever: The judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether. | 10They more than gold, yea, much fine gold, to be desired are: Than honey, honey from the comb that droppeth, sweeter far. | 11Moreover, they thy servant warn how he his life should frame: A great reward provided is for them that keep the same. | 12Who can his errors understand? O cleanse thou me within 13From secret faults. Thy servant keep from all presumptuous sin: | And do not suffer them to have dominion over me: Then, righteous and innocent, I from much sin shall be. | 14The words which from my mouth proceed, the thoughts sent from my heart, Accept, O Lord, for thou my strength and my Redeemer art. | |