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Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing; heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.
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I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.
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Sing praises to the Lord, who sits enthroned in Zion! Tell among the peoples his deeds!
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He sits in ambush in the villages; in hiding places he murders the innocent. His eyes stealthily watch for the helpless;
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he lurks in ambush like a lion in his thicket; he lurks that he may seize the poor; he seizes the poor when he draws him into his net.
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The Faithful Have Vanished
To the choirmaster: according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.
Save, O Lord, for the godly one is gone; for the faithful have vanished from among the children of man.
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On every side the wicked prowl, as vileness is exalted among the children of man.
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lest my enemy say, “I have prevailed over him,” lest my foes rejoice because I am shaken.
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He is like a lion eager to tear, as a young lion lurking in ambush.
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I call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised, and I am saved from my enemies.
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For this I will praise you, O Lord, among the nations, and sing to your name.
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But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by mankind and despised by the people.
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I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted within my breast;
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Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted.
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The Lord is my strength and my shield; in him my heart trusts, and I am helped; my heart exults, and with my song I give thanks to him.
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Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress; my eye is wasted from grief; my soul and my body also.
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I had said in my alarm, “I am cut off from your sight.” But you heard the voice of my pleas for mercy when I cried to you for help.
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Draw the spear and javelin against my pursuers! Say to my soul, “I am your salvation!”
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I have been young, and now am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or his children begging for bread.
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I am utterly bowed down and prostrate; all the day I go about mourning.
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I am feeble and crushed; I groan because of the tumult of my heart.
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But I am like a deaf man; I do not hear, like a mute man who does not open his mouth.
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For I am ready to fall, and my pain is ever before me.
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I confess my iniquity; I am sorry for my sin.
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“O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am!
