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A Psalm of David.
1 Lord, hear my pray’r, give ear when I do supplicate to thee: in thy truth, in thy righteousness; make answer unto me. 2 And into judgment enter not with him that serveth thee; for in thy sight no man that lives can justified be.
3 For th’ en’my hath pursu’d my soul, my life to th’ ground hath thrown: and made me dwell i’th dark like them that dead are long agone. 4 Therefore my spirit is o’erwhelm’d perplexedly in me: my heart also within me is made desolate to be.
5 I call to mind the days of old, I meditation use on all thy works: upon the work of thy hands I do muse. 6 Moreover I do unto thee reach mine out stretched hands: so after thee my soul doth thirst as do the thirsty lands. Selah.
7 Haste, Lord, hear me, my sp’rit doth fail, hide not thy face me fro: lest I become like one of them that down to pit do go. 8 Let me thy mercy hear i’th morn, for I do on thee stay, wherein that I should walk cause me to understand the way:
for unto thee I lift my soul. 9 O Lord deliver me from all mine en’mies; I do fly to hide myself with thee. 10 Because thou art my God, thy will Oh teach thou me to do, thy sp’rit is good: of uprightness lead me the land into.
11 Jehovah, me O quicken thou ev’n for thine own name’s sake; and for thy righteousness my soul from out of trouble take. 12 Do thou also mine enemies cut off in thy mercy, destroy them that afflict my soul: for thy servant am I.