To him that excelleth.
A Psalme of Dauid.
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I Waited paciently for the Lorde, and he inclined vnto me, and heard my cry.
2
Hee brought mee also out of the horrible pit, out of the myrie clay, and set my feete vpon the rocke, and ordered my goings.
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And he hath put in my mouth a new song of praise vnto our God: many shal see it and feare, and shall trust in the Lord.
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Blessed is the man that maketh the Lorde his trust, and regardeth not the proude, nor such as turne aside to lyes.
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O Lorde my God, thou hast made thy wonderfull workes so many, that none can count in order to thee thy thoughts toward vs: I would declare, and speake of them, but they are moe then I am able to expresse.
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Sacrifice & offering thou didest not desire: (for mine eares hast thou prepared) burnt offring and sinne offering hast thou not required.
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Then said I, Lo, I come: for in the rolle of the booke it is written of me,
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I desired to doe thy good will, O my God: yea, thy Lawe is within mine heart.
9
I haue declared thy righteousnesse in the great Congregation: loe, I will not refraine my lippes: O Lord, thou knowest.
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I haue not hidde thy righteousnesse within mine heart, but I haue declared thy trueth and thy saluation: I haue not conceiled thy mercy and thy trueth from the great Congregation.
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Withdrawe not thou thy tender mercie from mee, O Lord: let thy mercie and thy trueth alway preserue me.
12
For innumerable troubles haue compassed mee: my sinnes haue taken such holde vpon me, that I am not able to looke vp: yea, they are moe in nomber then the heares of mine head: therefore mine heart hath failed me.
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Let it please thee, O Lorde, to deliuer mee: make haste, O Lord, to helpe me.
14
Let them be confounded & put to shame together, that seeke my soule to destroye it: let them be driuen backward and put to rebuke, that desire mine hurt.
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Let them be destroyed for a rewarde of their shame, which say vnto me, Aha, aha.
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Let all them, that seeke thee, reioyce and be glad in thee: and let them, that loue thy saluation, say alway, The Lord be praysed.
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Though I be poore and needie, the Lorde thinketh on mee: thou art mine helper and my deliuerer: my God, make no tarying.