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Give ear to my words, O Jehovah, Consider my meditation. |
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Hearken unto the voice of my cry, my King, and my God; For unto thee do I pray. |
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O Jehovah, in the morning shalt thou hear my voice; In the morning will I order my prayer unto thee, and will keep watch. |
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For thou art not a God that hath pleasure in wickedness: Evil shall not sojourn with thee. |
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The arrogant shall not stand in thy sight: Thou hatest all workers of iniquity. |
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Thou wilt destroy them that speak lies: Jehovah abhorreth the blood-thirsty and deceitful man. |
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But as for me, in the abundance of thy lovingkindness will I come into thy house: In thy fear will I worship toward thy holy temple. |
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Lead me, O Jehovah, in thy righteousness because of mine enemies; Make thy way straight before my face. |
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For there is no faithfulness in their mouth; Their inward part is very wickedness; Their throat is an open sepulchre; They flatter with their tongue. |
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Hold them guilty, O God; Let them fall by their own counsels; Thrust them out in the multitude of their transgressions; For they have rebelled against thee. |
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But let all those that take refuge in thee rejoice, Let them ever shout for joy, because thou defendest them: Let them also that love thy name be joyful in thee. |
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For thou wilt bless the righteous; O Jehovah, thou wilt compass him with favor as with a shield. For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David. |
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O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thy wrath; Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure. |
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For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore. |
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There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin. |
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For mine iniquities are gone over my head: As a heavy burden they are too heavy for me. |
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My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness. |
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I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long. |
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For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh. |
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I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart. |
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Lord, all my desire is before thee; And my groaning is not hid from thee. |
| 10 |
My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me. |
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My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague; And my kinsmen stand afar off. |
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They also that seek after my life lay snares for me; And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, And meditate deceits all the day long. |
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But I, as a deaf man, hear not; And I am as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth. |
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Yea, I am as a man that heareth not, And in whose mouth are no reproofs. |
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For in thee, O Jehovah, do I hope: Thou wilt answer, O Lord my God. |
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For I said, Lest they rejoice over me: When my foot slippeth, they magnify themselves against me. |
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For I am ready to fall, And my sorrow is continually before me. |
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For I will declare mine iniquity; I will be sorry for my sin. |
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But mine enemies are lively, and are strong; And they that hate me wrongfully are multiplied. |
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They also that render evil for good Are adversaries unto me, because I follow the thing that is good. |
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Forsake me not, O Jehovah: O my God, be not far from me. |
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Make haste to help me, O Lord, my salvation. For the Chief Musician, Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. |
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Blessed is he that considereth the poor: Jehovah will deliver him in the day of evil. |
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Jehovah will preserve him, and keep him alive, And he shall be blessed upon the earth; And deliver not thou him unto the will of his enemies. |
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Jehovah will support him upon the couch of languishing: Thou makest all his bed in his sickness. |
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I said, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me: Heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee. |
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Mine enemies speak evil against me, saying, When will he die, and his name perish? |
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And if he come to see me, he speaketh falsehood; His heart gathereth iniquity to itself: When he goeth abroad, he telleth it. |
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All that hate me whisper together against me; Against me do they devise my hurt. |
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An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him; And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more. |
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Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, Who did eat of my bread, Hath lifted up his heel against me. |
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But thou, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me, and raise me up, That I may requite them. |
| 11 |
By this I know that thou delightest in me, Because mine enemy doth not triumph over me. |
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And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, And settest me before thy face for ever. |
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Blessed be Jehovah, the God of Israel, From everlasting and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen. For the Chief Musician. Maschil of the sons of Korah. |
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As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O God. |
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My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: When shall I come and appear before God? |
| 3 |
My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? |
| 4 |
These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday. |
| 5 |
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him For the help of his countenance. |
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O my God, my soul is cast down within me: Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar. |
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Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. |
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Yet Jehovah will command his lovingkindness in the day-time; And in the night his song shall be with me, Even a prayer unto the God of my life. |
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I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? |
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As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? |
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Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Who is the help of my countenance, and my God. |