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Give me not to the will of my adversaries, For risen against me have false witnesses, And they breathe out violence to me.

For they attend not to the doing of Jehovah, And unto the work of His hands. He throweth them down, And doth not build them up.

Blessed [is] Jehovah, For He hath heard the voice of my supplications.

A Psalm. -- A song of the dedication of the house of David. I exalt Thee, O Jehovah, For Thou hast drawn me up, and hast not let mine enemies rejoice over me.

For -- a moment [is] in His anger, Life [is] in His good-will, At even remaineth weeping, and at morn singing.

O Jehovah, in Thy good pleasure, Thou hast caused strength to remain for my mountain,' Thou hast hidden Thy face -- I have been troubled.

Thou hast turned my mourning to dancing for me, Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, And girdest me [with] joy.

Incline unto me Thine ear hastily, deliver me, Be to me for a strong rock, For a house of bulwarks to save me.

For my rock and my bulwark [art] Thou, For Thy name's sake lead me and tend me.

Bring me out from the net that they hid for me, For Thou [art] my strength.

Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress [is] to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.

For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.

For I have heard an evil account of many, Fear [is] round about. In their being united against me, To take my life they have devised,

O Jehovah, let me not be ashamed, For I have called Thee, let the wicked be ashamed, Let them become silent to Sheol.

How abundant is Thy goodness, That Thou hast laid up for those fearing Thee,

Thou hast wrought for those trusting in Thee, Before sons of men. Thou hidest them in the secret place of Thy presence, From artifices of man, Thou concealest them in a tabernacle, From the strife of tongues.

Blessed [is] Jehovah, For He hath made marvellous His kindness To me in a city of bulwarks.

Be strong, and He strengtheneth your heart, All ye who are waiting for Jehovah!

For this doth every saintly one pray to Thee, As the time to find. Surely at an overflowing of many waters, Unto him they come not.

Thou [art] a hiding-place for me, From distress Thou dost keep me, [With] songs of deliverance dost compass me. Selah.