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1 Hear the right, O LORD, at­tend unto my cry, give ear unto my prayer, that goeth not out of feigned lips.
2 Let my sen­tence come forth from thy pres­ence; let thine eyes be­hold the things that are equal.
3 Thou hast proved mine heart; thou hast vis­it­ed me in the night; thou hast tried me, and shalt find noth­ing; I am pur­posed that my mouth shall not transgress.
4 Con­cern­ing the works of men, by the word of thy lips I have kept me from the paths of the de­stroy­er.
5 Hold up my go­ings in thy paths, that my foot­steps slip not.
6 I have called upon thee, for thou wilt hear me, O God: in­cline thine ear unto me, and hear my speech.
7 Shew thy mar­vel­lous lov­ingkind­ness, O thou that savest by thy right hand them which put their trust in thee from those that rise up a­gainst them.
8 Keep me as the ap­ple of the eye, hide me un­der the shad­ow of thy wings,
9 From the wicked that op­press me, from my dead­ly en­e­mies, who com­pass me about.
10 They are in­closed in their own fat: with their mouth they speak proud­ly.
11 They have now com­passed us in our steps: they have set their eyes bow­ing down to the earth;
12 Like as a lion that is greedy of his prey, and as it were a young lion lurk­ing in se­cret places.
13 Arise, O LORD, dis­ap­point him, cast him down: de­liv­er my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword:
14 From men which are thy hand, O LORD, from men of the world, which have their por­tion in this life, and whose bel­ly thou fillest with thy hid treasure: they are full of chil­dren, and leave the rest of their substance to their babes.
15 As for me, I will be­hold thy face in righ­teous­ness: I shall be sat­is­fied, when I awake, with thy like­ness.