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If I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy. Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom in the
day of Jerusalem; Who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation
thereof. O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; Happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee As thou hast served us. Happy shall he be, that taketh And dasheth thy little ones against the stones.
A Psalm of David I Will praise thee with my whole heart: Before the gods will I sing praise unto thee. I will worship toward thy holy temple, And praise thy name for thy lovingkindness and
for thy truth: For thou hast magnified thy word above all thy
In the day when I cried thou answeredst me,
Though the Lord be high, yet hath he respect unto
the lowly: But the proud he knoweth afar off. Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt
revive me: Thou shalt stretch forth thine hand against the
wrath of mine enemies, And thy right hand shall save me. The Lord will perfect that which concerneth me: Thy mercy, O Lord, endureth for ever: Forsake not the works of thine own hands.
To the chief Musician
A Psalm of David O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known me. Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, Thou understandest my thought afar off. Thou compassest my path and my lying down, And art acquainted with all my ways. For there is not a word in my tongue, But, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether. Thou hast beset me behind and before, And laid thine hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; It is high, I cannot attain unto it.
Whither shall I go from thy spirit?
my soul knoweth right well. My substance was not hid from thee, When I was made in secret, And curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the
earth. Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being un
perfect; And in thy book all my members were written,
Which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet
there was none of them. How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number
than the sand:
and know my thoughts: And see if there be
me, And lead me in the way everlasting.
To the chief Musician
A Psalm of David
O Lord, from the evil man Preserve me from the violent man;
Which imagine mischiefs in their heart; Continually are they gathered together for war. They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent; Adders' poison is under their lips.
Selah. Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked; Preserve me from the violent man; Who have purposed to overthrow my goings. The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; They have spread a net by the wayside; They have set gins for me.
Selah. I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God: Hear the voice of my supplications, O Lord. O God the Lord, the strength of my salvation, Thou hast covered my head in the day of battle. Grant not, O Lord, the desires of the wicked: Further not his wicked device; Lest they exalt themselves.
Selah. As for the head of those that compass me about, Let the mischief of their own lips cover them. Let burning coals fall upon
them: Let them be cast into the fire; Into deep pits, that they rise not up again. Let not an evil speaker be established in the earth: Evil shall hunt the violent man to overthrow him. I know that the Lord will maintain the cause of the
afflicted, And the right of the poor.