Psalm 31

Psalm 31 Monday Readings 2

Yahweh, in you I have trusted; * let me not be disgraced, O Eternal! * In your fidelity rescue me!

Turn your ear to me; * speedily deliver me!

Be mine, Mountain of refuge! * Fortified Citadel, save me!

For you are my rock and my fortress, * and for the honor of your name * you will lead me and guide me.

You will free me from the net * which they hid for me, * for you are my refuge.

Into your hand I entrust my life; * ransom me, Yahweh God!

Truly I hate * those who keep worthless idols;

I put my trust in Yahweh; * I will rejoice and be happy because of your kindness.

When you saw my affliction, * you took care of me against the Adversary.

You did not imprison me in the hand of the Foe, * nor set my feet in the Badland.

Have pity on me, Yahweh, * for distress is mine!

My eye is wasted with sorrow, * my throat and my belly.

Yes, my life is spent with grief, * and my years in groaning.

My strength fails through affliction; * my bones are wasted away; * my entrails are consumed.

I have become the scorn even of my neighbors, * a frightful disaster to my friends; * those who see me in the street flee from me.

I have shriveled up, senseless like a dead man, * I am like a broken jar.

For I hear the whistling of arrows, * terror all around,

when they conspire against me, * when they plot to take my life.

But in you have I trusted, Yahweh; * I said, “You are my God; * my life-stages are in your hand.”

Snatch me from the hand of my enemies, * and from my pursuers.

Let your face shine on your servant; * save me in your kindness.

Yahweh, let me not be shamed * when I call on you.

Let the wicked be shamed * and thrown into Sheol!

Let lying lips be muzzled * that speak against the Just One of Old * with pride and scorn.

How many are the good things * that you have stored for those who fear you!

that you have gathered for those who rely on you, * in the sight of the sons of men.

You shield them in the shelter of your presence * from the slanderings of men;

you shelter them in your abode * from the wranglings of tongues.

Praise to Yahweh, * for he has shown me wondrous kindness * from his fortified city.

Once I thought in my dismay, * “I am cut off from your sight.”

But you heard my plea for mercy, * when I cried out to you.

Love Yahweh, all his worshipers! * Yahweh preserves his faithful,

but pays back heavily * any who act presumptiously.

Be strong and let your heart be sturdy, * all you who hope in Yahweh.