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He hath also prepared for him the instruments of death; he ordaineth his arrows against the persecutors.

For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honor.

For thou hast maintained my right and my cause; thou sattest on the throne judging right.

Thou hast rebuked the heathen, thou hast destroyed the wicked, thou hast put out their name for ever and ever.

But the LORD shall endure for ever: he hath prepared his throne for judgment.

The LORD also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble.

And they that know thy name will put their trust in thee: for thou, LORD, hast not forsaken them that seek thee.

When he maketh inquisition for blood, he remembereth them: he forgetteth not the cry of the humble.

For the needy shall not always be forgotten: the expectation of the poor shall [not] perish for ever.

For the wicked boasteth of his heart's desire, and blesseth the covetous, [whom] the LORD abhorreth.

His ways are always grievous; thy judgments [are] far above out of his sight: [as for] all his enemies, he puffeth at them.

He hath said in his heart, I shall not be moved: for [I shall] never [be] in adversity.

Thou hast seen [it]; for thou beholdest mischief and spite, to requite [it] with thy hand: the poor committeth himself to thee; thou art the helper of the fatherless.

The LORD [is] King for ever and ever: the heathen have perished out of his land.

For lo, the wicked bend [their] bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance beholdeth the upright.

To the chief Musician upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, LORD; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the LORD; I will set [him] in safety [from him that] puffeth at him.

Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?