Old/New Testament
1 ¶ By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
2 We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof;
3 when there, those that carried us away captive asked us for the words of the song; with our harps of joy hung upon the willows saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
4 How shall we sing the song of the LORD in the land of strangers?
5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand shall be forgotten.
6 If I do not remember thee, my tongue shall cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I do not prefer to lift up Jerusalem as my chief joy.
7 ¶ Remember, O LORD, the sons of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Raze it, raze it, even to the foundation thereof.
8 O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewards thee as thou hast served us.
9 Happy shall he be, that takes and dashes thy offspring against the stones.
A Psalm of David.
1 ¶ I will praise thee with my whole heart: before the gods I will sing praises unto thee.
2 I will worship the temple of thy holiness and praise thy name above thy mercy and thy truth; for thou hast made thy name to be magnificent and raised up thy spoken word above all things.
3 In the day when I called, thou didst answer me and strengthen me with strength in my soul.
4 All the kings of the earth shall praise thee, O LORD, when they hearken unto the spoken words from thy mouth.
5 Yea, they shall sing in the ways of the LORD: for great is the glory of the LORD.
6 ¶ For the LORD, who is high and lifted up, looks upon the humble, but the proud he does not know.
7 Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me; thou shalt stretch forth thy hand against the wrath of my enemies, and thy right hand shall save me.
8 The LORD will perfect that which concerns me; thy mercy, O LORD, endures for ever; forsake not the works of thine own hands.
To the Overcomer, A Psalm of David.
1 ¶ O LORD, thou hast searched me and known me.
2 Thou knowest my sitting down and my rising up, thou dost understand my thoughts from afar.
3 Thou hast girded my walk and my rest, and hast prepared all my ways.
4 For the word is not even upon my tongue, and, behold, O LORD, thou dost know it altogether.
5 Thou hast formed my face and my insides and laid thine hand upon me.
6 Thy knowledge is wonderful beyond my ability to comprehend; it is high, I cannot understand it.
7 ¶ Where shall I go from thy spirit? or where shall I flee from thy presence?
8 If I ascend to the heavens, thou art there: if I make my bed in Sheol, behold, thou art there.
9 If I take the wings of the dawn and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
10 even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall shine because of me.
12 Even the darkness does not hide from thee; but the night shines as the day; the darkness is as the light.
13 For thou hast possessed my kidneys: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.
14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvellous are thy works, and that, my soul knows right well.
15 My body was not hid from thee, even though I was made in secret and brought together in the lowest parts of the earth.
16 Thine eyes did see my substance yet being imperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which were then formed, without lacking one of them.
17 ¶ Therefore, how precious are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them!
18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand; when I awake, I am still with thee.
19 Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God; depart from me therefore, ye bloodthirsty men.
20 For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain.
21 Do I not hate all those, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?
22 I hate them with perfect hatred; I count them mine enemies.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me and know my thoughts
24 and see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way eternal.
13 ¶ Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.
2 And though I have the gift of prophecy and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor and though I give my body to be burned and have not charity, it profits me nothing.
4 ¶ Charity suffers long and is benign; charity envies not; charity does nothing without due reason, is not puffed up,
5 is not injurious, seeks not her own, is not easily provoked, thinks no evil,
6 rejoices not in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;
7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 ¶ Charity is never lost, but prophecies shall come to an end, tongues shall cease, and knowledge shall come to an end.
9 For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.
10 But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.
11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
12 For now we see as through a mirror, in darkness, but then we shall see face to face; now I know in part, but then I shall know even as I also am known.
13 And now abide faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
Copyright © 2013, 2020 by Ransom Press International