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1 I will love thee, O LORD, my strength.
2 The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my de­liv­er­er; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buck­ler, and the horn of my sal­va­tion, and my high tow­er.
3 I will call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine en­e­mies.
4 The sor­rows of death com­passed me, and the floods of un­god­ly men made me afraid.
5 The sor­rows of hell com­passed me about: the snares of death pre­vent­ed me.
6 In my dis­tress I called upon the LORD, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his tem­ple, and my cry came be­fore him, even into his ears.
7 Then the earth shook and trem­bled; the foun­da­tions also of the hills moved and were shak­en, be­cause he was wroth.
8 There went up a smoke out of his nos­trils, and fire out of his mouth de­voured: coals were kin­dled by it.
9 He bowed the heav­ens al­so, and came down: and dark­ness was un­der his feet.
10 And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.
11 He made dark­ness his se­cret place; his pavil­ion round about him were dark wa­ters and thick clouds of the skies.
12 At the bright­ness that was be­fore him his thick clouds passed, hail stones and coals of fire.
13 The LORD also thun­dered in the heav­ens, and the High­est gave his voice; hail stones and coals of fire.
14 Yea, he sent out his ar­rows, and scat­tered them; and he shot out light­nings, and dis­com­fit­ed them.
15 Then the chan­nels of wa­ters were seen, and the foun­da­tions of the world were dis­cov­ered at thy re­buke, O LORD, at the blast of the breath of thy nos­trils.
16 He sent from above, he took me, he drew me out of many wa­ters.
17 He de­liv­ered me from my strong en­e­my, and from them which hat­ed me: for they were too strong for me.
18 They pre­vent­ed me in the day of my calami­ty: but the LORD was my stay.
19 He brought me forth also into a large place; he de­liv­ered me, be­cause he de­light­ed in me.
20 The LORD re­ward­ed me ac­cord­ing to my righ­teous­ness; ac­cord­ing to the clean­ness of my hands hath he rec­om­pensed me.
21 For I have kept the ways of the LORD, and have not wicked­ly de­part­ed from my God.
22 For all his judg­ments were be­fore me, and I did not put away his statutes from me.
23 I was also up­right be­fore him, and I kept my­self from mine in­iq­ui­ty.
24 There­fore hath the LORD rec­om­pensed me ac­cord­ing to my righ­teous­ness, ac­cord­ing to the clean­ness of my hands in his eye­sight.
25 With the mer­ci­ful thou wilt shew thy­self mer­ci­ful; with an up­right man thou wilt shew thy­self up­right;
26 With the pure thou wilt shew thy­self pure; and with the froward thou wilt shew thy­self froward.
27 For thou wilt save the af­flict­ed peo­ple; but wilt bring down high looks.
28 For thou wilt light my can­dle: the LORD my God will en­light­en my dark­ness.
29 For by thee I have run through a troop; and by my God have I leaped over a wall.
30 As for God, his way is per­fect: the word of the LORD is tried: he is a buck­ler to all those that trust in him.
31 For who is God save the LORD? or who is a rock save our God?
32 It is God that gird­eth me with strength, and maketh my way per­fect.
33 He maketh my feet like hinds' feet, and set­teth me upon my high places.
34 He tea­cheth my hands to war, so that a bow of steel is bro­ken by mine arms.
35 Thou hast also giv­en me the shield of thy sal­va­tion: and thy right hand hath hold­en me up, and thy gen­tle­ness hath made me great.
36 Thou hast en­larged my steps un­der me, that my feet did not slip.
37 I have pur­sued mine en­e­mies, and over­tak­en them: nei­ther did I turn again till they were con­sumed.
38 I have wound­ed them that they were not able to rise: they are fall­en un­der my feet.
39 For thou hast gird­ed me with strength unto the bat­tle: thou hast sub­dued un­der me those that rose up against me.
40 Thou hast also giv­en me the necks of mine en­e­mies; that I might de­stroy them that hate me.
41 They cried, but there was none to save them: even unto the LORD, but he an­swered them not.
42 Then did I beat them small as the dust be­fore the wind: I did cast them out as the dirt in the streets.
43 Thou hast de­liv­ered me from the striv­ings of the peo­ple; and thou hast made me the head of the hea­then: a peo­ple whom I have not known shall serve me.
44 As soon as they hear of me, they shall obey me: the strangers shall sub­mit them­selves unto me.
45 The strangers shall fade away, and be afraid out of their close places.
46 The LORD liveth; and blessed be my rock; and let the God of my sal­va­tion be ex­alt­ed.
47 It is God that avengeth me, and sub­dueth the peo­ple un­der me.
48 He de­liv­ereth me from mine en­e­mies: yea, thou liftest me up above those that rise up against me: thou hast de­liv­ered me from the vi­o­lent man.
49 There­fore will I give thanks unto thee, O LORD, among the hea­then, and sing prais­es unto thy name.
50 Great de­liv­er­ance giveth he to his king; and sheweth mer­cy to his anoint­ed, to David, and to his seed for ev­er­more.