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From out of the populous city men groan, And the soul of the wounded crieth out: Yet God regardeth not the folly.

Yet God preserveth the mighty by his power: He riseth up that hath no assurance of life.

They are exalted; yet a little while, and they are gone; Yea, they are brought low, they are taken out of the way as all others, And are cut off as the tops of the ears of grain.

(For my life is yet whole in me, And the spirit of God is in my nostrils);

When the Almighty was yet with me, And my children were about me;

Also against his three friends was his wrath kindled, because they had found no answer, and yet had condemned Job.

Suffer me a little, and I will show thee; For I have yet somewhat to say on God's behalf.

Yet I have set my king Upon my holy hill of Zion.

For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be: Yea, thou shalt diligently consider his place, and he shall not be.

I have been young, and now am old; Yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, Nor his seed begging bread.

But I am poor and needy; Yet the Lord thinketh upon me: Thou art my help and my deliverer; Make no tarrying, O my God.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him For the help of his countenance.

Yet Jehovah will command his lovingkindness in the day-time; And in the night his song shall be with me, Even a prayer unto the God of my life.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, Who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

All this is come upon us; yet have we not forgotten thee, Neither have we dealt falsely in thy covenant.

This their way is their folly: Yet after them men approve their sayings. Selah

His mouth was smooth as butter, But his heart was war: His words were softer than oil, Yet were they drawn swords.

But I will hope continually, And will praise thee yet more and more.

Yet God is my King of old, Working salvation in the midst of the earth.