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Psalm 13 

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

1How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou forget me for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me? 2How long shall I take counsel in my soul, Having sorrow in my heart all the day? How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me? 3Consider and answer me, O Jehovah my God: Lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death; 4Lest mine enemy say, I have prevailed against him; Lest mine adversaries rejoice when I am moved. 5But I have trusted in thy lovingkindness; My heart shall rejoice in thy salvation. 6I will sing unto Jehovah, Because he hath dealt bountifully with me.


Psalm 14  For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

1The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they have done abominable works; There is none that doeth good. 2Jehovah looked down from heaven upon the children of men, To see if there were any that did understand, That did seek after God. 3They are all gone aside; they are together become filthy; There is none that doeth good, no, not one. 4Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge, Who eat up my people as they eat bread, And call not upon Jehovah? 5There were they in great fear; For God is in the generation of the righteous. 6Ye put to shame the counsel of the poor, Because Jehovah is his refuge. 7Oh that the salvation of Israel were come out of Zion! When Jehovah bringeth back the captivity of his people, Then shall Jacob rejoice, and Israel shall be glad.


Psalm 15  A Psalm of David.

1Jehovah, who shall sojourn in thy tabernacle? Who shall dwell in thy holy hill? 2He that walketh uprightly, and worketh righteousness, And speaketh truth in his heart; 3He that slandereth not with his tongue, Nor doeth evil to his friend, Nor taketh up a reproach against his neighbor; 4In whose eyes a reprobate is despised, But who honoreth them that fear Jehovah; He that sweareth to his own hurt, and changeth not; 5He that putteth not out his money to interest, Nor taketh reward against the innocent. He that doeth these things shall never be moved.


Psalm 16 Michtam of David.

1Preserve me, O God; for in thee do I take refuge. 2O my soul, thou hast said unto Jehovah, Thou art my Lord: I have no good beyond thee. 3As for the saints that are in the earth, They are the excellent in whom is all my delight. 4Their sorrows shall be multiplied that give gifts for another god: Their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer, Nor take their names upon my lips. 5Jehovah is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: Thou maintainest my lot. 6The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; Yea, I have a goodly heritage. 7I will bless Jehovah, who hath given me counsel; Yea, my heart instructeth me in the night seasons. 8I have set Jehovah always before me: Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved. 9Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth; My flesh also shall dwell in safety. 10For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol; Neither wilt thou suffer thy holy one to see corruption. 11Thou wilt show me the path of life: In thy presence is fulness of joy; In thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.


Psalm 17  A Prayer of David.

1Hear the right, O Jehovah, attend unto my cry; Give ear unto my prayer, that goeth not out of feigned lips. 2Let my sentence come forth from thy presence; Let thine eyes look upon equity. 3Thou hast proved my heart; thou hast visited me in the night; Thou hast tried me, and findest nothing; I am purposed that my mouth shall not transgress. 4As for the works of men, by the word of thy lips I have kept me from the ways of the violent. 5My steps have held fast to thy paths, My feet have not slipped. 6I have called upon thee, for thou wilt answer me, O God: Incline thine ear unto me, and hear my speech. 7Show thy marvellous lovingkindness, O thou that savest by thy right hand them that take refuge in thee From those that rise up against them. 8Keep me as the apple of the eye; Hide me under the shadow of thy wings, 9From the wicked that oppress me, My deadly enemies, that compass me about. 10They are inclosed in their own fat: With their mouth they speak proudly. 11They have now compassed us in our steps; They set their eyes to cast us down to the earth. 12He is like a lion that is greedy of his prey, And as it were a young lion lurking in secret places. 13Arise, O Jehovah, Confront him, cast him down: Deliver my soul from the wicked by thy sword; 14From men by thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, whose portion is in this life, And whose belly thou fillest with thy treasure: They are satisfied with children, And leave the rest of their substance to their babes. 15As for me, I shall behold thy face in righteousness; I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with beholding thy form.

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