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For in thee, O Lord, doe I hope: thou wilt heare, O Lord my God.

For I said, heare me, least otherwise they should reioyce ouer me: when my foot slippeth, they magnifie themselues against me.

For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.

For I will declare mine iniquitie; I will be sory for my sinne.

They also that render euill for good, are mine aduersaries: because I follow the thing that good is.

And now Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.

When thou with rebukes doest correct man for iniquitie, thou makest his beautie to consume away like a moth: surely euery man is vanitie. Selah.

Heare my prayer, O Lord, and giue eare vnto my crie, hold not thy peace at my teares: for I am a straunger with thee, and a soiourner, as all my fathers were.

[To the chiefe Musician, A Psalme of Dauid.] I waited patiently for the Lord, and he inclined vnto me, and heard my crie.

For innumerable euils haue compassed me about, mine iniquities haue taken hold vpon me, so that I am not able to looke vp: they are moe then the haires of mine head, therefore my heart faileth me.

Let them be desolate, for a reward on their shame, that say vnto me, Aha, aha!

I sayd, Lord be mercifull vnto me, heale my soule, for I haue sinned against thee.

And as for me, thou vpholdest me in mine integritie; and settest me before thy face for euer.

[To the chiefe Musician, Maschil, for the sonnes of Korah.] As the Hart panteth after the water brookes, so panteth my soule after thee, O God.

My soule thirsteth for God, for the liuing God: when shall I come and appeare before God?

When I remember these things, I powre out my soule in mee; for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God; with the voyce of ioy and praise, with a multitude that kept holy day.

Why art thou cast downe, O my soule, and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him for the helpe of his countenance.

Why art thou cast downe, O my soule? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

For thou art the God of my strength, why doest thou cast me off? why goe I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Why art thou cast downe, O my soule? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God, for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.