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They also, that rewarde euill for good, are mine aduersaries, because I followe goodnesse.

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

Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.

When thou wt rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. Selah.

Heare my prayer, O Lord, & hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.

To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. I Waited paciently for the Lorde, and he inclined vnto me, and heard my cry.

Sacrifice & offering thou didest not desire: (for mine eares hast thou prepared) burnt offring and sinne offering hast thou not required.

Then said I, Lo, I come: for in the rolle of the booke it is written of me,

For innumerable troubles haue compassed mee: my sinnes haue taken such holde vpon me, that I am not able to looke vp: yea, they are moe in nomber then the heares of mine head: therefore mine heart hath failed me.

Let them be destroyed for a rewarde of their shame, which say vnto me, Aha, aha.

Therefore I saide, Lorde haue mercie vpon me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned against thee.

And as for me, thou vpholdest me in mine integritie, & doest set me before thy face for euer.

To him that excelleth. A Psalme to giue instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah. As the harte brayeth for the riuers of water, so panteth my soule after thee, O God.

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

Why art thou cast downe, my soule, and vnquiet within me? waite on God: for I will yet giue him thankes for the helpe of his presence.

Why art thou cast downe, my soule? and why art thou disquieted within mee? waite on God: for I wil yet giue him thankes: he is my present helpe, and my God.

For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou put me away? why goe I so mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?

Why art thou cast downe, my soule? and why art thou disquieted within mee? waite on God: for I will yet giue him thankes, he is my present helpe, and my God.

For they inherited not the lande by their owne sworde, neither did their owne arme saue them: but thy right hand, and thine arme and the light of thy countenance, because thou didest fauour them.

For I do not trust in my bowe, neither can my sworde saue me.