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1  O come, let us sing unto the Lord *
 let us heartily rejoice in the strength of our salvation.
2  Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving *
 and shew ourselves glad in him with psalms.
3  For the Lord is a great God *
 and a great King above all gods.
4  In his hand are all the corners of the earth *
 and the strength of the hills is his also.
5  The sea is his, and he made it *
 and his hands prepared the dry land.
6  O come, let us worship and fall down *
 and kneel before the Lord our Maker.
7  For he is the Lord our God *
 and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.
8  To-day if ye will hear his voice, harden not your hearts *
 as in the provocation, and as in the day of temptation in the wilderness;
9  When your fathers tempted me *
 proved me, and saw my works.
10  Forty years long was I grieved with this generation, and said *
 It is a people that do err in their hearts, for they have not known my ways;
11  Unto whom I sware in my wrath *
 that they should not enter into my rest.
1  My God, my God, look upon me; why hast thou forsaken me *
 and art so far from my health, and from the words of my complaint?
2  O my God, I cry in the day-time, but thou hearest not *
 and in the night-season also I take no rest.
3  And thou continuest holy *
 O thou worship of Israel.
4  Our fathers hoped in thee *
 they trusted in thee, and thou didst deliver them.
5  They called upon thee, and were holpen *
 they put their trust in thee, and were not confounded.
6  But as for me, I am a worm, and no man *
 a very scorn of men, and the out-cast of the people.
7  All they that see me laugh me to scorn *
 they shoot out their lips, and shake their heads, saying,
8  He trusted in God, that he would deliver him *
 let him deliver him, if he will have him.
9  But thou art he that took me out of my mother’s womb *
 thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet upon my mother’s breasts.
10  I have been left unto thee ever since I was born *
 thou art my God even from my mother’s womb.
11  O go not from me, for trouble is hard at hand *
 and there is none to help me.
12  Many oxen are come about me *
 fat bulls of Basan close me in on every side.
13  They gape upon me with their mouths *
 as it were a ramping and a roaring lion.
14  I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint *
 my heart also in the midst of my body is even like melting wax.
15  My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my gums *
 and thou shalt bring me into the dust of death.
16  For many dogs are come about me *
 and the council of the wicked layeth siege against me.
17  They pierced my hands and my feet; I may tell all my bones *
 they stand staring and looking upon me.
18  They part my garments among them *
 and cast lots upon my vesture.
19  But be not thou far from me, O Lord *
 thou art my succour, haste thee to help me.
20  Deliver my soul from the sword *
 my darling from the power of the dog.
21  Save me from the lion’s mouth *
 thou hast heard me also from among the horns of the unicorns.
22  I will declare thy Name unto my brethren *
 in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.
23  O praise the Lord, ye that fear him *
 magnify him, all ye of the seed of Jacob, and fear him, all ye seed of Israel;
24  For he hath not despised, nor abhorred, the low estate of the poor *
 he hath not hid his face from him, but when he called unto him he heard him.
25  My praise is of thee in the great congregation *
 my vows will I perform in the sight of them that fear him.
26  The poor shall eat, and be satisfied *
 they that seek after the Lord shall praise him; your heart shall live for ever.
27  All the ends of the world shall remember themselves, and be turned unto the Lord *
 and all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before him.
28  For the kingdom is the Lord’s *
 and he is the Governor among the people.
29  All such as be fat upon earth *
 have eaten, and worshipped.
30  All they that go down into the dust shall kneel before him *
 and no man hath quickened his own soul.
31  My seed shall serve him *
 they shall be counted unto the Lord for a generation.
32  They shall come, and the heavens shall declare his righteousness *
 unto a people that shall be born, whom the Lord hath made.
1  Lord, I call upon thee, haste thee unto me *
 and consider my voice when I cry unto thee.
2  Let my prayer be set forth in thy sight as the incense *
 and let the lifting up of my hands be an evening sacrifice.
3  Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth *
 and keep the door of my lips.
4  O let not mine heart be inclined to any evil thing *
 let me not be occupied in ungodly works with the men that work wickedness, lest I eat of such things as please them.
5  Let the righteous rather smite me friendly *
 and reprove me.
6  But let not their precious balms break my head *
 yea, I will pray yet against their wickedness.
7  Let their judges be overthrown in stony places *
 that they may hear my words, for they are sweet.
8  Our bones lie scattered before the pit *
 like as when one breaketh and heweth wood upon the earth.
9  But mine eyes look unto thee, O Lord God *
 in thee is my trust, O cast not out my soul.
10  Keep me from the snare that they have laid for me *
 and from the traps of the wicked doers.
11  Let the ungodly fall into their own nets together *
 and let me ever escape them.
1  Hear my prayer, O Lord, and consider my desire *
 hearken unto me for thy truth and righteousness’ sake.
2  And enter not into judgement with thy servant *
 for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
3  For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground *
 he hath laid me in the darkness, as the men that have been long dead.
4  Therefore is my spirit vexed within me *
 and my heart within me is desolate.
5  Yet do I remember the time past; I muse upon all thy works *
 yea, I exercise myself in the works of thy hands.
6  I stretch forth my hands unto thee *
 my soul gaspeth unto thee as a thirsty land.
7  Hear me, O Lord, and that soon, for my spirit waxeth faint *
 hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
8  O let me hear thy loving-kindness betimes in the morning, for in thee is my trust *
 shew thou me the way that I should walk in, for I lift up my soul unto thee.
9  Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies *
 for I flee unto thee to hide me.
10  Teach me to do the thing that pleaseth thee, for thou art my God *
 let thy loving Spirit lead me forth into the land of righteousness.
11  Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Name’s sake *
 and for thy righteousness’ sake bring my soul out of trouble.
12  And of thy goodness slay mine enemies *
 and destroy all them that vex my soul; for I am thy servant.