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Psalms 142:1                                   472                                   Psalms 145:8
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              1  A Psalme of David, to give instruction, and a  1  A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my
            prayer, when he was in the cave. I cryed vnto the  strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight,
            Lord with my voyce: with my voyce I prayed vnto  and my fingers to battell.  2  He is my goodnes
            the Lord.  2  I powred out my meditation before  and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my
            him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.  shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my
            3  Though my spirit was in perplexitie in me, yet  people vnder me.  3  Lord, what is man that thou
            thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I       regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou
            walked, haue they priuily layde a snare for me.  thinkest vpon him!   4 Man is like to vanitie: his
            4  I looked vpon my right hand, and beheld, but  dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.  5  Bow
            there was none that would knowe me: all refuge   thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch
            failed me, and none cared for my soule.  5 Then  the mountaines and they shall smoke.      6  Cast
            cryed I vnto thee, O Lord, and sayde, thou art   forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote
            mine hope, and my portion in the land of the     out thine arrowes, and consume them.      7  Send
                                                             thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take
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            liuing. Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought   me out of the great waters, and from the hand
            very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for   of strangers, Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and
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            they are too strong for me.   7  Bring my soule  their right hand is a right hand of falsehood. I
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            out of prison, that I may prayse thy Name: then  wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing
            shalltherighteouscomeaboutme, whenthouart        vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of
            beneficiall vnto me.                             ten strings.  10  It is he that giueth deliuerance
                                                             vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from
                                 143                         the hurtfull sworde.  11  Rescue me, and deliuer
              1  A Psalme of David. Hear my prayer, O Lord,  me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth
            and hearken vnto my supplication: answere me     talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right
            in thy trueth and in thy righteousnes.   2  (And  hand of falshood:  12 That our sonnes may be as
            enter not into iudgement with thy seruant: for in  the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our
            thy sight shall none that liueth, be iustified) For  daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the
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            the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath     similitude of a palace:  That our corners may be
            smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde  full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that
            me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead  our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten
            long agoe:  4  And my spirit was in perplexitie in  thousand in our streetes:  14 That our oxen may
            me, and mine heart within me was amased. Yet     be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion,
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                                                             nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.
            doe I remember the time past: I meditate in all  15
            thy workes, yea, I doe meditate in the workes of    Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed
            thine hands.  6  I stretch forth mine hands vnto  are the people, whose God is the Lord.
            thee: my soule desireth after thee, as the thirstie
            land. Selah.  7  Heare me speedily, O Lord, for                        145
            my spirit fayleth: hide not thy face from me,       1  A Psalme of David of Praise. O my God and
            els I shall be like vnto them that go downe into  King, I will extold thee, and will blesse thy Name
            the pit.  8  Let me heare thy louing kindenes in  for euer and euer.  2  I will blesse thee dayly, and
            the morning, for in thee is my trust: shewe mee  prayse thy Name for euer and euer.     3  Great is
            the way, that I should walke in, for I lift vp my  the Lord, and most worthy to be praysed, and his
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            soule vnto thee. Deliuer me, O Lord, from mine   greatnes is incomprehensible. Generation shall
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            enemies: for I hid me with thee.  10  Teach me to  praise thy works vnto generation, and declare
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            doe thy will, for thou art my God: let thy good thy power. I wil meditate of the beautie of thy
            Spirit leade me vnto the land of righteousnes. glorious maiestie, and thy wonderfull workes,
            11 Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Names sake, and for  6 And they shall speake of the power of thy feare-
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            thy righteousnesse bring my soule out of trouble. full actes, and I will declare thy greatnes. They
            12  And for thy mercy slay mine enemies, and shall breake out into the mention of thy great
            destroy all them that oppresse my soule: for I am goodnes, and shall sing aloude of thy righteous-
            thy seruant.                                     nesse.  8  The Lord is gracious and merciful, slow
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