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For compassed me have evils innumerable, Overtaken me have mine iniquities, And I have not been able to see; They have been more than the hairs of my head, And my heart hath forsaken me.

Be pleased, O Jehovah, to deliver me, O Jehovah, for my help make haste.

And I [am] poor and needy, The Lord doth devise for me. My help and my deliverer [art] Thou, O my God, tarry Thou not.

I -- I said, `O Jehovah, favour me, Heal my soul, for I did sin against Thee,'

To the Overseer. -- An Instruction. By sons of Korah. As a hart doth pant for streams of water, So my soul panteth toward Thee, O God.

My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?

These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance -- My God!

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

For thou [art] the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

For, not by their sword Possessed they the land, And their arm gave not salvation to them, But Thy right hand, and Thine arm, And the light of Thy countenance, Because Thou hadst accepted them.

For, not in my bow do I trust, And my sword doth not save me.

For Thou hast saved us from our adversaries, And those hating us Thou hast put to shame.

Thou causest us to turn backward from an adversary, And those hating us, Have spoiled for themselves.

Doth not God search out this? For He knoweth the secrets of the heart.

Surely, for Thy sake we have been slain all the day, Reckoned as sheep of the slaughter.

Stir up -- why dost Thou sleep, O Lord? Awake, cast us not off for ever.

For bowed to the dust hath our soul, Cleaved to the earth hath our belly.

Arise, a help to us, And ransom us for thy kindness' sake.