To you I lift up my soul
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A Psalme of David. Unto thee, O Lord, lift I vp my soule.
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My God, I trust in thee: let me not be confounded: let not mine enemies reioyce ouer mee.
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So all that hope in thee, shall not be ashamed: but let them be confounded, that transgresse without cause.
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Shew me thy waies, O Lord, and teache me thy paths.
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Leade me foorth in thy trueth, and teache me: for thou art the God of my saluation: in thee doe I trust all the day.
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Remember, O Lord, thy tender mercies, and thy louing kindnesse: for they haue beene for euer.
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Remember not the sinnes of my youth, nor my rebellions, but according to thy kindenesse remember thou me, euen for thy goodnesse sake, O Lord.
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Gracious and righteous is the Lord: therefore will he teache sinners in the way.
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Them that be meeke, will hee guide in iudgement, and teach the humble his way.
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All the pathes of the Lord are mercie and trueth vnto such as keepe his couenant and his testimonies.
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For thy Names sake, O Lord, be merciful vnto mine iniquitie, for it is great.
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What man is he that feareth the Lord? him wil he teache the way that hee shall chuse.
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His soule shall dwell at ease, and his seede shall inherite the land.
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The secrete of the Lord is reueiled to them, that feare him: and his couenant to giue them vnderstanding.
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Mine eyes are euer towarde the Lord: for he will bring my feete out of the net.
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Turne thy face vnto mee, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and poore.
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The sorowes of mine heart are enlarged: drawe me out of my troubles.
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Looke vpon mine affliction and my trauel, and forgiue all my sinnes.
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Beholde mine enemies, for they are manie, and they hate me with cruell hatred.
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Keepe my soule, and deliuer me: let me not be confounded, for I trust in thee.
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Let mine vprightnes and equitie preserue me: for mine hope is in thee.
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Deliuer Israel, O God, out of all his troubles.