Chapter 30

  Unto the end, a psalm for David, in an ecstasy.  

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  In thee, O Lord, have I hoped, Iet me never be confounded: deliver me in thy justice.  

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  Bow down thy ear to me: make haste to deliver me. Be thou unto me a God, a protector, and a house of refuge, to save me.  

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  For thou art my strength and my refuge; and for thy name's sake thou wilt lead me, and nourish me.  

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  Thou wilt bring me out of this snare, which they have hidden for me: for thou art my protector.  

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  Into thy hands I commend my spirit: thou hast redeemed me, O Lord, the God of truth.  

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  Thou hast hated them that regard vanities, to no purpose. But I have hoped in the Lord:  

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  I will be glad and rejoice in thy mercy. For thou best regarded my humility, thou hast saved my soul out of distresses.  

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  And thou hast not shut me up in the hands of the enemy: thou hast set my feet in a spacious place.  

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  Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am afflicted: my eye is troubled with wrath, my soul, and my belly:  

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  For my life is wasted with grief: and my years in sighs. My strength is weakened through poverty and my bones are disturbed.  

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  I am become a reproach among all my enemies, and very much to my neighbours; and a fear to my acquaintance. They that saw me without fled from me.  

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  I am forgotten as one dead from the heart. I am become as a vessel that is destroyed.  

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  For I have heard the blame of many that dwell round about. While they assembled together against me, they consulted to take away my life.  

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  But I have put my trust in thee, O Lord: I said: Thou art my God.  

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  My lots are in thy hands. Deliver me out of the hands of my enemies; and from them that persecute me.  

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  Make thy face to shine upon thy servant; save me in thy mercy.  

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  Let me not be confounded, O Lord, for I have called upon thee. Let the wicked be ashamed, and be brought down to hell.  

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  Let deceitful lips be made dumb. Which speak iniquity against the just, with pride and abuse.  

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  O how great is the multitude of thy sweetness, O Lord, which thou hast hidden for them that fear thee! Which thou hast wrought for them that hope in thee, in the sight of the sons of men.  

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  Thou shalt hide them in the secret of thy face, from the disturbance of men. Thou shalt protect them in thy tabernacle from the contradiction of tongues.  

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  Blessed be the Lord, for he hath shewn his wonderful mercy to me in a fortified city.  

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  But I said in the excess of my mind: I am cast away from before thy eyes. Therefore thou hast heard the voice of my prayer, when I cried to thee.  

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  O love the Lord, all ye his saints: for the Lord will require truth, and will repay them abundantly that act proudly.  

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  Do ye manfully, and let your heart be strengthened, all ye that hope in the Lord.  

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