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PS 17:1 A Prayer of David. Hear, O Jehovah, righteousness, attend my cry, Give ear `tomy prayer, without lips of deceit.
PS 17:2 From before thee my judgment doth go out; Thine eyes do see uprightly.
PS 17:3 Thou hast proved my heart, Thou hast inspected by night, Thou hast tried me, Thou findest nothing; My thoughts pass not over my mouth.
PS 17:4 As to doings of man, Through a word of Thy lips I have observed The paths of a destroyer;
PS 17:5 To uphold my goings in Thy paths, My steps have not slidden.
PS 17:6 I -- I called Thee, for Thou dost answer me, O God, incline Thine ear to me, hear my speech.
PS 17:7 Separate wonderfully Thy kindness, O Saviour of the confiding, By Thy right hand, from withstanders.
PS 17:8 Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; In shadow of Thy wings thou dost hide me.
PS 17:9 From the face of the wicked who spoiled me. Mine enemies in soul go round against me.
PS 17:10 Their fat they have closed up, Their mouths have spoken with pride:
PS 17:11 `Our steps now have compassed `him';Their eyes they set to turn aside in the land.
PS 17:12 His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.
PS 17:13 Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,
PS 17:14 From men, Thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, their portion `isin life, And `withThy hidden things Thou fillest their belly, They are satisfied `withsons; And have left their abundance to their sucklings.
PS 17:15 I -- in righteousness, I see Thy face; I am satisfied, in awaking, `withThy form!
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