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Lord, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
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Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
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Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
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Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
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Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
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When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
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Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
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But mine eyes are unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
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Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
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Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
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I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.
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I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
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When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
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I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
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I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
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Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
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Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.
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Hear my prayer, O LORD, give ear to my supplications: in thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness.
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And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
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For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
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Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
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I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.
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I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.
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Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
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Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.
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Deliver me, O LORD, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.
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Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.
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Quicken me, O LORD, for thy name's sake: for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.
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And of thy mercy cut off mine enemies, and destroy all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.
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Blessed be the LORD my strength which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
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My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
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LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
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Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
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Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
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Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
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Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
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Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
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It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
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Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
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That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:
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That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
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That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
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Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.
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The words of Agur the son of Jakeh, even the prophecy: the man spake unto Ithiel, even unto Ithiel and Ucal,
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Surely I am more brutish than any man, and have not the understanding of a man.
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I neither learned wisdom, nor have the knowledge of the holy.
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Who hath ascended up into heaven, or descended? who hath gathered the wind in his fists? who hath bound the waters in a garment? who hath established all the ends of the earth? what is his name, and what is his son's name, if thou canst tell?
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Every word of God is pure: he is a shield unto them that put their trust in him.
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Add thou not unto his words, lest he reprove thee, and thou be found a liar.
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Two things have I required of thee; deny me them not before I die:
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Remove far from me vanity and lies: give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient for me:
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Lest I be full, and deny thee, and say, Who is the LORD? or lest I be poor, and steal, and take the name of my God in vain.
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Accuse not a servant unto his master, lest he curse thee, and thou be found guilty.
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There is a generation that curseth their father, and doth not bless their mother.
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There is a generation that are pure in their own eyes, and yet is not washed from their filthiness.
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There is a generation, O how lofty are their eyes! and their eyelids are lifted up.
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There is a generation, whose teeth are as swords, and their jaw teeth as knives, to devour the poor from off the earth, and the needy from among men.
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The horseleach hath two daughters, crying, Give, give. There are three things that are never satisfied, yea, four things say not, It is enough:
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The grave; and the barren womb; the earth that is not filled with water; and the fire that saith not, It is enough.
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The eye that mocketh at his father, and despiseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it.
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There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not:
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The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man with a maid.
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Such is the way of an adulterous woman; she eateth, and wipeth her mouth, and saith, I have done no wickedness.
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For three things the earth is disquieted, and for four which it cannot bear:
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For a servant when he reigneth; and a fool when he is filled with meat;
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For an odious woman when she is married; and an handmaid that is heir to her mistress.
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There be four things which are little upon the earth, but they are exceeding wise:
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The ants are a people not strong, yet they prepare their meat in the summer;
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The conies are but a feeble folk, yet make they their houses in the rocks;
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The locusts have no king, yet go they forth all of them by bands;
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The spider taketh hold with her hands, and is in kings' palaces.
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There be three things which go well, yea, four are comely in going:
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A lion which is strongest among beasts, and turneth not away for any;
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A greyhound; an he goat also; and a king, against whom there is no rising up.
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If thou hast done foolishly in lifting up thyself, or if thou hast thought evil, lay thine hand upon thy mouth.
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Surely the churning of milk bringeth forth butter, and the wringing of the nose bringeth forth blood: so the forcing of wrath bringeth forth strife.