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A Psalm of David
1 With all my heart, I’ll praise thee now: before the gods I’ll sing to thee. 2 Toward thine holy temple bow, and praise thy name for thy mercy, and thy truth: for thy word thou high o’er all thy name dost magnify. 3 i’th day I cry’d, thou answer’dst me: with strength thou didst my soul up bear.
4 Lord, all the earth’s kings shall praise thee, the word when of thy mouth they hear. 5 Yea, they shall sing in the Lord’s ways, for great’s Jehovah’s glor’ous praise. 6 Albeit that the Lord be high, respect yet hath he to the low: but as for them that are lofty, he them doth at a distance know.
7 Though in the midst I walking be of trouble thou wilt quicken me, forth shalt thou make thine hand to go against their wrath that do me hate; thy right hand shall me save also. 8 The Lord will perfect mine estate: thy mercy, Lord, for ever stands: leave not the works of thine own hands.