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PSALM XL.

Waited for the Lord my God,
and patiently did bear;

At length to me he did incline

my voice and cry to hear. 2 He took me from a fearful pit, and from the miry clay, And on a rock he fet my feet, establishing my way.

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He put a new fong in my mouth, our God to magnify:

Many fhall fee it, and fhall fear, and on the Lord rely. 4 O blessed is the man whose truft upon the Lord relies:

Respecting not the proud, nor fuch as turn aside to lies.

5 O Lord my God, full many are the wonders thou haft done; Thy gracious thoughts to us-ward far above all thoughts are gone:

In order none can reckon them to thee if them declare,

And speak of them I would, they more than can be numbred are.

6 No facrifice nor offering didft thou at all defire,

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Mine ears thou bor'd: fin-off'ring thou
and burnt didft not requires
Then to the Lord these were my words,

I come, behold and fee:
Within the volume of thy book
it written is of me:

8 To do thy will I take delight,
O thou my God that art:
Yea, that most holy law of thine
I have within my heart.
9 Within the congregation great
I righteousness did preach:
Lo, thou doft know, O Lord, that I
refrained not my speech.

to I never did within my heart
conceal thy righteousness:
I thy falvation have declar'd,
and shown thy faithfulness:
Thy kindness, which moft loving is,
concealed have not I,

Nor from the congregation great
have hid thy verity.

II Thy tender mercies, Lord, from me
O do thou not restrain:

Thy loving-kindness and thy truth,
let them me ftill maintain.

12 For ills past reck'ning compass me,
and mine iniquities

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Such hold upon me taken have,
I cannot lift mine eyes:

They more than hairs are on mine head, thence is my heart dismaid. 13 Be pleased, Lord, to refcue me: Lord, haften to mine aid.

14 Sham'd and confounded be they all
that feek my foul to kill:

Yea, let them backward driven be,
and fham'd that wifh me ill.

15 For a reward of this their shame,
confounded let them be,

That in this manner fcoffing fay,
Aha, aha, to me.

16 In thee let all be glad and joy,
who seeking thee abide :
Who thy falvation love, fay ftill,
The Lord be magnify'd.

17 I'm poor and needy, yet the Lord
of me a care doth take:

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Thou art my help and Saviour,
my God, no tarrying make.

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PSALM XLI.

Leffed is he that wifely doth
the poor man's cafe confider;
For when the time of trouble is,

the Lord will him deliver.

2 God will him keep; yea, fave alive,
on earth he bleft shall live;
And to his enemies defire

thou' wilt him not up-give.

3 God will give ftrength, when he on bed of languishing doth mourn: And, in his ficknets fore, O Lord, thou all his bed wilt turn.

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I faid, O Lord, do thou extend
thy mercy unto me;

O do thou heal my foul, for why?
I have offended thee.

5 Thofe that to me are enemies
of me do evil say:

When shall he die, that fo his name may perish quite away?

6 To fee me if he comes, he fpeaks vain words: but then his heart Heaps mifchief to it, which he tells, when forth he doth depart.

7 My haters, jointly whispering, 'gainft me my hurt devife.

8 Mischief, fay they, cleaves faft to him: he ly'th, and fhall not rife.

9 Yea, ev'n mine own familiar friend, on whom I did rely,

Who ate my bread, ev'n he is heel against me lifted high.

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10 But, Lord, be merciful to me,

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up again me raife,

That I may juftly them requite
according to their ways.

11 By this I know that certainly
I favour'd am by thee,
Because my hateful enemy
triumphs not over me.

12 But as for me, thou me uphold❜ft
in mine integrity:

And me before thy countenance
thou fet'ft continually.

13 The Lord, the God of Ifrael,
be bleft for ever then,

From age to age eternally.
Amen, yea, and amen.

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PSALM XLII.

IKE as the hart for water-brooks in thirst doth pant and bray;

So pants my longing foul, O God, that come to thee I may.

2 My foul for God, the living God, doth thirft: when fhall I near Unto thy countenance approach, and in God's fight appear?

3 My tears have unto me been meat, both in the night and day,