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4:1	[To the chiefe Musician on Neginoth, A Psalme of Dauid.] Heare me, when I call, O God of my righteousnesse: thou hast inlarged mee when I was in distresse, haue mercy vpon me, and heare my prayer.
4:2	O ye sonnes of men, how long will yee turne my glory into shame? how long will yee loue vanitie, and seeke after leasing? Selah.
4:3	But know that the Lord hath set apart him that is godly, for himselfe: the Lord will heare when I call vnto him.
4:4	Stand in awe, and sinne not: commune with your owne heart vpon your bed, and be still. Selah.
4:5	Offer the sacrifices of righteousnesse, and put your trust in the Lord.
4:6	There be many that say, Who wil shew vs any good? Lord lift thou vp the light of thy countenance vpon vs.
4:7	Thou hast put gladnesse in my heart, more then in the time that their corne and their wine increased.
4:8	I will both lay mee downe in peace, and sleepe: for thou Lord only makest me dwell in safetie.


4:1	To him that excelleth on Neginoth. A Psalme of Dauid. Heare me when I call, O God of my righteousnes: thou hast set me at libertie, when I was in distresse: haue mercie vpon me and hearken vnto my prayer.
4:2	O ye sonnes of men, howe long will yee turne my glory into shame, louing vanitie, and seeking lyes? Selah.
4:3	For be ye sure that the Lord hath chosen to himselfe a godly man: the Lord will heare when I call vnto him.
4:4	Tremble, and sinne not: examine your owne heart vpon your bed, and be still. Selah.
4:5	Offer the sacrifices of righteousnes, and trust in the Lord.
4:6	Many say, Who will shewe vs any good? but Lord, lift vp the light of thy countenance vpon vs.
4:7	Thou hast giuen mee more ioye of heart, then they haue had, when their wheate and their wine did abound.
4:8	I will lay mee downe, and also sleepe in peace: for thou, Lord, onely makest me dwell in safetie.


4:1	To hym that excelleth in musick, a psalme of Dauid. Heare me, when I call, O God, of my ryghtewesnes: thou hast set me at lybertye, when I was in trouble: haue mercy vpon me, and herken vnto my prayer.
4:2	O ye sonnes of men, howe longe wyll ye blaspheme myne honoure, & haue soch pleasure in vanyte, and seke after lesyng? Sela.
4:3	Knowe thys also, that the Lorde hathe chosen to hym selfe the man that is godlye: when I call vpon the Lorde, he wyll heare me.
4:4	Stonde in awe, and synne not: comen with youre awne herte, and in youre chamber, and be styll. Sela.
4:5	Offer the sacryfyce of ryghtewesnesse, and put youre trust in the Lorde.
4:6	There be many that saye: who wyll shewe vs any good? Lorde lyfte thou vp the lyght of thy countenaunce vpon vs.
4:7	Thou hast putt gladnesse in myne herte, sence the tyme that theyr corne & wyne increased.
4:8	I wyll laye me downe in peace, and take my rest: for it is thou Lorde onely, that makest me dwell in safetye.