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									The prayer of David. Hear, O Lord, my justice: attend to my supplication. Give ear unto my prayer, which proceedeth not from deceitful lips.
								
							 
																								
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									Let my judgment come forth from thy countenance: let thy eyes behold the things that are equitable.
								
							 
																								
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									Thou hast proved my heart, and visited it by night, thou hast tried me by fire: and iniquity hath not been found in me.
								
							 
																								
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									That my mouth may not speak the works of men: for the sake of the words of thy lips, I have kept hard ways.
								
							 
																								
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									Perfect thou my goings in thy paths: that my footsteps be not moved.
								
							 
																								
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									I have cried to thee, for thou, O God, hast heard me: O incline thy ear unto me, and hear my words.
								
							 
																								
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									Shew forth thy wonderful mercies; thou who savest them that trust in thee.
								
							 
																								
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									From them that resist thy right hand keep me, as the apple of thy eye. Protect me under the shadow of thy wings.
								
							 
																								
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									From the face of the wicked who have afflicted me. My enemies have surrounded my soul:
								
							 
																								
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									They have shut up their fat: their mouth hath spoken proudly.
								
							 
																								
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									They have cast me forth and now they have surrounded me: they have set their eyes bowing down to the earth.
								
							 
																								
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									They have taken me, as a lion prepared for the prey; and as a young lion dwelling in secret places.
								
							 
																								
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									Arise, O Lord, disappoint him and supplant him; deliver my soul from the wicked one: thy sword
								
							 
																								
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									From the enemies of thy hand. O Lord, divide them from the few of the earth in their life: their belly is filled from thy hidden stores. They are full of children: and they have left to their little ones the rest of their substance.
								
							 
																								
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									But as for me, I will appear before thy sight in justice: I shall be satisfied when thy glory shall appear.