4 He mischief, lying on his bed,
most cunningly doth plot:

He sets himself in ways not good,
ill he abhorreth not.

5 Thy mercy, Lord, is in the heav'ns; thy truth doth reach the clouds: f6 Thy justice is like mountains great; thy judgments deep as floods : Lord, thou preservest man and beast. How precious is thy grace!

7 f Therefore in shadow of thy wings men's sons their trust shall place.

8 They with the fatness of thy house shall be well satisfy'd; From rivers of thy pleasures thou wilt drink to them provide. f9 Because of life the fountain pure

remains alone with thee;
And in that purest light of thine
we clearly light shall see.

10 Thy loving-kindness unto them
continue that thee know;
And still on men upright in heart
thy righteousness bestow.
11 Let not the foot of cruel pride
come, and against me stand;
af And let me not removed be,
Lord, by the wicked's hand.

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And they that cursed are of him
shall be destroyed all.

m 23 A good man's footsteps by the Lord are ordered aright;

And in the way wherein he walks
he greatly doth delight.

24 Although he fall, yet shall he not
be cast down utterly;

Because the Lord with his own hand upholds him mightily.

25 I have been young, and now am old, yet have I never seen

The just man left, nor that his seed for bread have beggars been.

26 He's ever merciful, and lends : his seed is bless'd therefore.

27 Depart from evil, and do good, and dwell for evermore.

28 For God loves judgment, and his saints

leaves not in any case;

They are kept ever: p but cut off
shall be the sinner's race.

m 29 The just inherit shall the land,
and ever in it dwell:

30 The just man's mouth doth wisdom

speak;

his tongue doth judgment tell.

31 In's heart the law is of his God,
his steps slide not away.

32 The wicked man doth watch the just,
and seeketh him to slay.

mf 33 Yet him the Lord will not forsake,
nor leave him in his hands:
The righteous will he not condemn,
when he in judgment stands.
34 Wait on the Lord, and keep his way,
and thee exalt shall he

Th' earth to inherit; when cut off
the wicked thou shalt see.

m 35 I saw the wicked great in pow'r,
spread like a green bay-tree:

d 36 He pass'd, yea, was not; him I sought, but found he could not be.

m 37 Mark thou the perfect, and behold
the man of uprightness;

Because that surely of this man
the latter end is peace.

mp 38 But those men that transgressors are
shall be destroy'd together;
The latter end of wicked men
shall be cut off for ever.

mf 39 But the salvation of the just
is from the Lord above;

He in the time of their distress
their stay and strength doth prove.

1 IN thy great indignation,
O Lord, rebuke me not;
Nor on me lay thy chast'ning hand,
in thy displeasure hot.

2 For in me fast thine arrows stick,
thine hand doth press me sore:
3 And in my flesh there is no health,

nor soundness any more.
This grief I have, because thy wrath
is forth against me gone;
And in my bones there is no rest,

for sin that I have done.

4 Because gone up above mine head my great transgressions be; And, as a weighty burden, they too heavy are for me.

5 My wounds do stink, and are corrupt;

my folly makes it so.

6 I troubled am, and much bow'd down;

all day I mourning go.

7 For a disease that loathsome is

so fills my loins with pain,

That in my weak and weary flesh
no soundness doth remain.

8 So feeble and infirm am I,
and broken am so sore,

That, through disquiet of my heart,
I have been made to roar.

m 9 O Lord, all that I do desire
is still before thine eye;
And of my heart the secret groans
not hidden are from thee.

p 10 My heart doth pant incessantly,
my strength doth quite decay :
As for mine eyes, their wonted light
is from me gone away.

11 My lovers and my friends do stand
at distance from my sore;
And those do stand aloof that were
kinsmen and kind before.

12 Yea, they that seek my life lay

snares:

who seek to do me wrong

Speak things mischievous, and deceits imagine all day long.

m 13 But, as one deaf, that heareth not,
I suffer'd all to pass;

I as a dumb man did become,
whose mouth not open'd was:

That me pursue: unto my soul, I'm thy salvation, say.

4 Let them confounded be and sham'd that for my soul have sought:

Who plot my hurt turn'd back be they, and to confusion brought.

p 5 Let them be like unto the chaff
that flies before the wind;
And let the angel of the Lord
pursue them hard behind.

6 With darkness cover thou their way,
and let it slipp'ry prove;
And let the angel of the Lord
pursue them from above.

7 For without cause have they for me
their net hid in a pit,

They also have without a cause
for my soul digged it.

8 Let ruin seize him unawares;

his net he hid withal

Himself let catch; and in the same
destruction let him fall.

f9 My soul in God shall joy; and glad
in his salvation be:

10 And all my bones shall say, O Lord, who is like unto thee,

Which dost the poor set free from him that is for him too strong;

The poor and needy from the man
that spoils and does him wrong?

m 11 False witnesses rose; to my charge
things I not knew they laid.

12 They, to the spoiling of my soul,
me ill for good repaid.

p 13 But as for me, when they were sick,
in sackcloth sad I mourn'd:

My humbled soul did fast, my pray'r into my bosom turn'd.

14 Myself I did behave as he

had been my friend or brother; I heavily bow'd down, as one that mourneth for his mother.

m 15 But in my trouble they rejoic'd, gath'ring themselves together; Yea, abjects vile together did

themselves against me gather:
I knew it not; they did me tear,
and quiet would not be.

16 With mocking hypocrites, at feasts
they gnash'd their teeth at me.

p 17 How long, Lord, look'st thou on? mfrom destructions they intend [those Rescue my soul, from lions young

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my darling do defend. ƒ18 I will give thanks to thee, O Lord, within th' assembly great;