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1 Hear my prayer, O LORD, give ear to my sup­pli­ca­tions: in thy faith­ful­ness an­swer me, and in thy righ­teous­ness.
2 And en­ter not into judg­ment with thy ser­vant: for in thy sight shall no man liv­ing be jus­ti­fied.
3 For the en­e­my hath per­se­cut­ed my soul; he hath smit­ten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in dark­ness, as those that have been long dead.
4 There­fore is my spir­it over­whelmed with­in me; my heart with­in me is des­o­late.
5 I re­mem­ber the days of old; I med­i­tate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.
6 I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth af­ter thee, as a thirsty land. Se­lah.
7 Hear me speed­i­ly, O LORD: my spir­it faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
8 Cause me to hear thy lov­ingkind­ness in the morn­ing; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way where­in I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.
9 De­liv­er me, O LORD, from mine en­e­mies: I flee unto thee to hide me.
10 Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spir­it is good; lead me into the land of up­right­ness.
11 Quick­en me, O LORD, for thy name's sake: for thy righ­teous­ness' sake bring my soul out of trou­ble.
12 And of thy mer­cy cut off mine en­e­mies, and de­stroy all them that af­flict my soul: for I am thy ser­vant.