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Not, for thy sacrifices, will I reprove thee, Nor for thine ascending-offerings, before me continually:

For, mine, is every wild-beast of the forest, The cattle on the mountains, in their thousands;

If I were hungry, I would not tell thee, For, mine, is the world, and the fulness thereof.

For, my transgressions, do, I, acknowledge, And, my sin, is before me continually:

A pure heart, create for me, O God, And, a steadfast spirit, renew within me.

For thou wilt not desire sacrifice - that I should give it, Ascending-offering, will not please:

But, I, am like a flourishing olive-tree, in the house of God, I have put confidence in the lovingkindness of God, for times age-abiding and beyond.

For, aliens, have risen up against me, And, men of violence, have sought my life, They have not set God before them. Selah.

With a freewill-offering, will I sacrifice unto thee, I will praise thy Name, O Yahweh, for it is good;

For, out of all distress, hath he rescued me, - And, upon my foes, hath, mine own eye, looked.

Because of the noise of the enemy, By reason of the oppression of the lawless one, For they would let trouble drop upon me, And, in anger, would they entrap me.

Confuse, O My Lord, divide their speech, For I have seen violence and contention in the city;

For it is, not an enemy, that reproacheth me, Or I could bear it, - Not one that hath hated me, who, against me, hath magnified himself, Or I might hide myself from him;

Desolations on them! Let them go down into hades alive, For, wicked doings, are at home within them.

He hath completely redeemed my soul, out of the attack upon me, For, in multitudes, were they in conflict with me.

Show me favour, O God, For weak man hath panted for me, All the day, a fighter oppresseth me:

Mine adversaries have panted all the day, For, many, are fighting with me, loftily.

All the day, they wrest, my words, Against me, all their devices are for mischief;

They stir up strife - they lie hid, They, mark my steps, - Seeing they have waited for my life.

Then, shall my foes turn back, in the day I cry, This, I know, for God is mine!