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PVa. To the chief Musician on Nehiloth: a Psalm of David

1 O Lord give ear to what I say,
My meditation understand.
2 My King, my God, to thee I pray,
Voice of my cry do thou attend.
3 My voice the morning time within
O Thou Jehovah shalt it hear:
I will to thee i' th' morning time
Address, and will mine eyes up rear.

4 For thou'rt a God hast no delight
In sin; nor ill dwell with thee shall.
5 Fools shall not stand before thy sight,
Who mischief work thou hat'st them all.
6 Thou wilt bring to destruction qutie,
Them that do lying falshood prate:
The man of blood and of deceit
Jehovah will abominate.

7 But in thy many mercies now
Enter into thy house will I:
I in thy fear my self will bow
Before thy house of sanctity.
8 Because of mine observing spies
Lead me forth in thy righteousness:
Before my face thy way likewise
Do thou Jehovah strait express.

9 For in there mouth no truth they have,
Their inward part iniquities;
Their throat is as an open grave:
Their tongue is smooth with flatteries.
10 O God make thou them wholly waste,
From their own plots let them fall far;
Out in their heaps of sin them cast,
For they against thee rebels are.

11 Let them who trust in thee repose
Rejoyce, and ever shouting be:
For thou defend'st them, ye let those
That love thy name be glad in thee.
12 Because Jehovah thou wilt yield
A blessing to the righteous one.
And wilt him crown as with a shield,
With gracious acceptation.

Text Information
First Line: O Lord, give ear to what I say
Title: To the chief Musician on Nehiloth: a Psalm of David
Language: English
Publication Date: 1742
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