Keep thy tongue-from | evil,
And thy lips-from | speak-ing | guile.
Depart from evil, | and-do | good;
Seek | pea-ce, | and-pur | sue it.

The eyes of the Lord are up | on-the righteous, And his ears are | op-en | unto their | cry. The face of the Lord is against | them thatdo evil,

To cut off the remembrance | of—them | from— the earth.

The righteous cry, and the | Lo-rd | heareth, And delivereth them out-of | all—their | troubles.

The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a | bro-ken heart;

And saveth such as | be-of a con-trite | spirit.

Many are the afflictions | of-the righteous; But the Lord delivereth | hi-m [out of— them all.

He keepeth | all-his | bones:

Not one-of them-is | broken.

Evil shall slay-the wicked:

And they that hate the righteous | shallbe

desolate.

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The Lord redeemeth the | soul of his | servants, And none of them that trust-in | himshall be desolate.

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THE transgression of the wicked saith with | in-my heart,

That there is no fear of | God--before-his | eyes.

For he flattereth himself in | his-own | eyes, Until his iniquity be | fou-nd | to-be | hateful.

The words of his mouth are iniquity | and-de | ceit :

He hath left off to be wi-se, | and to-do | good;
He deviseth mischief up | on-his | bed;
He setteth himself in a way that is not good: |
he-ab horreth-not | evil.

Thy mercy, O Lord, is in-the heavens, And thy faithfulness | reach-eth | unto-the | clouds.

Thy righteousness is | like the-great | mountains;

Thy judgments | are a-great | deep :

O Lord, thou preservest | man-and | beast. How excellent is thy | lov-ing | kindness,— O God!

Therefore thechildren of men | put-their trust
Under the sha-dow | of-thy | wings.
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They shall be abundant--ly | satisfied
With the fat-ness | of-thy | house;
And thou shalt | make-them | drink
Of the river | of-thy | pleasures.

For with thee is the fountain-of life:
In thy | light-shall | we-see | light.

O continue thy lovingkindness unto themthat know thee;

And thy righteousness | to-the | upright— in heart.

Let not the foot of pride | come-a | gainst me, And let not the | hand-of the | wicked—re |

move me.

There are the workers of iniquity | fallen: They are cast down, and shall not-be | able to rise.

14.

AS the hart panteth | after-the | water brooks, So panteth my soul-after thee,-O | God. My soul thirsteth for God, for the living | God:

When shall I come and appear—be | fo―re |
God?

My tears have been my meat | day-and | night,
While they continually say unto
Where is thy God?

When I remember these things,
I pour out-my | sou-1 | in me:

me,

For I had gone with-the | multitude,
I went with them | to-the | house-of | God,
With the voice of joy-and | praise,

With a multitude that | ke-pt | ho-ly | day.

Why art thou cast down, | O-my | soul? And why art thou-dis | quiet-ed | in me? Hope thou-in | God:

For I shall yet praise him | for-the help of-
his countenance.
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O my God, my soul is cast | down—with | in me :
Therefore-will | I-re | member thee
From the land of Jordan, and of-the | Her-
monites,

From-the hill | Mizar.

Deep calleth | un—to | deep

At the noise | of-thy waterspouts:
All thy waves and thy billows
Ar | e-gone | o-ver❘ me.

Yet the Lord-will com | mand

His loving kind-ness | in-the daytime,
And in the night his | song-shall be with me,
And my prayer | unto-the | God of—my | life.
I will say unto | God-my | rock,

Why hast thou-for | got-ten | me?
Why go-I mourning

Because of the op | press-ion | of-the enemy?
As with a sword in-my | bones,

Mine | en-e | mies-reproach me;
While they say daily | un-to | me,
Where is thy God?

Why art thou cast down | O-my soul?
And why art | thou-dis | quieted-with | in me?
Hope thou-in | God:

For I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, | and-my | God.

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JUDGE | me,– O | God,

And plead my cause against | an-un | god-ly |

nation:

O de | liv―er | me

From the deceitful | an-d | un—just | man.

For thou art the | God of—my | strength:
Why dost-thou | cast-me | off?
Why go-I mourning

Because of the op | press-ion | of—the | enemy.

O send out thy | light and-thy | truth:
Let | the—m | lea—d | me ;

Let them bring me unto thy | ho—ly | hill,
And to-thy | ta-bernacles.

Then will I go unto the altar of God,
Unto | God-my ex | ceed-ing | joy :
Yea, up on the harp

Will I praise thee,-O | God-my | God.

Why art thou cast down | O-my | soul?
And why art thou-dis | quieted-with | in me?
Hope-in God:

For I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, | and—my | God.