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To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1 The heav’ns God’s glory do declare, the skies his hand-works preach: 2 Day utters speech to day, and night to night doth knowledge teach.
3 There is no speech nor tongue to which their voice doth not extend: 4 Their line is gone through all the earth, their words to the world’s end.
In them he set the sun a tent; 5 Who, bridegroom-like, forth goes From’s chamber, as a strong man doth to run his race rejoice.
6 From heav’n’s end is his going forth, circling to th’ end again; And there is nothing from his heat that hidden doth remain.
7 God’s law is perfect, and converts the soul in sin that lies: God’s testimony is most sure, and makes the simple wise.
8 The statutes of the Lord are right, and do rejoice the heart: The Lord’s command is pure, and doth light to the eyes impart.
9 Unspotted is the fear of God, and doth endure for ever: The judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.
10 They more than gold, yea, much fine gold, to be desired are: Than honey, honey from the comb that droppeth, sweeter far.
11 Moreover, they thy servant warn how he his life should frame: A great reward provided is for them that keep the same.
12 Who can his errors understand? O cleanse thou me within 13 From secret faults. Thy servant keep from all presumptuous sin:
And do not suffer them to have dominion over me: Then, righteous and innocent, I from much sin shall be.
14 The words which from my mouth proceed, the thoughts sent from my heart, Accept, O Lord, for thou my strength and my Redeemer art.