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A Prayer of David.
1 Hearken, O Lord, unto the right, attend unto my cry, give ear unto my pray’r, that goes from lips that do not lie. 2 From thy face let my judgment come: thine eyes the right let see. 3 Thou prov’st mine heart, thou visitest by night, and triest me,
yet nothing find’st, I have resolv’d my mouth shall not offend. 4 From men’s works: by word of thy lips I spoilers’ paths attend. 5 Stay my feet in thy paths, lest my 6 steps slip. I call’d on thee, for thou wilt hear, God, hear my speech, incline thine ear to me.
7 O thou that sav’st by thy right hand, thy marvelous mercies, show unto them that trust in thee, from such as ‘gainst them rise. 8 As apple of thine eye me keep, in thy wings shade me hide. 9 From wicked who me wast: my foes in heart are on each side.
10 Clos’d in their fat they are: and they speak with their mouth proudly. 11 They round us in our steps: they set on earth their bow’d down eye. 12 His likeness as a lion is, that greedy is to tear, in secret places lurking as he a young lion were.
13 Him, in his sight, rise, disappoint make him bow down, O Lord, do thou my soul deliver from the wicked one, thy sword, 14 From mortal men thine hand, O Lord, from men that mortal are, and of this passing world, who have within this life their share,
with thy hid treasure furthermore whose belly thou fillest: their sons are fill’d, and to their babes of wealth they leave the rest. 15 In righteousness, thy favour I shall very clearly see, and waking with thine image, I shall satisfied be.