Friday: March 30                                                        

Psalm 31:9-16

Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress;

my eye wastes away from grief, my soul and body also.

For my life is spent with sorrow,

and my years with sighing;

my strength fails because of my misery,

and my bones waste away.

I am the scorn of all my adversaries,

a horror to my neighbors,

an object of dread to my acquaintances;

those who see me in the street flee from me.

I have passed out of mind like one who is dead;

I have become like a broken vessel.

For I hear the whispering of many– terror all around!—

as they scheme together against me,

as they plot to take my life.

But I trust in you, O LORD;

I say, “You are my God.”

My times are in your hand;

deliver me from the hand of my enemies and persecutors.

Let your face shine upon your servant;

save me in your steadfast love.


The Psalm is remembered in another old hymn in these words, which we may carry through this day.  Try praying these lines over and over, until they’re “stuck in your head:”


“My times are in thine hand,” I cried,
“Though I draw near the dust;
Thou art the refuge where I hide,
The God in whom I trust.”

                        from Isaac Watts, “Psalm 31, part 1,” CM