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143:1	Hear my prayer, O LORD, give ear to my supplications: in thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness.
143:2	And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
143:3	For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
143:4	Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
143:5	I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.
143:6	I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.
143:7	Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
143:8	Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.
143:9	Deliver me, O LORD, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.
143:10	Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.
143:11	Quicken me, O LORD, for thy name's sake: for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.
143:12	And of thy mercy cut off mine enemies, and destroy all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.


143:1	A psalme of Dauid. Heare my praier, O Lorde, and considre my desyre: herken vnto me for thy treuth and righteousnes sake.
143:2	And entre not into iudgement with thy seruaunt: for in thy sight shall no man lyuinge be iustifyed.
143:3	For the enemy hath persecuted my soule: he hath smyten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layed me in the darcknes, as the men that haue bene longe deed.
143:4	Therfore is my sprete vexed within me: and my herte within me is desolate.
143:5	Yet do I remembre the tyme past, I muse vpon all thy workes: yee, I excercyse my selfe in the worckes of thy handes.
143:6	I streach forth myne handes vnto the: my soule gaspeth vnto the as a thyrsty lande. Selah.
143:7	Heare me, O Lorde, & that soone: for my sprete wexeth faynte, hid not thy face from me, lest I be lyke vnto them that go downe into the pytt.
143:8	O let me heare thy louing kindnes by tymes in the morninge for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shuld walke in, for I lyft vp my soule vnto the.
143:9	Delyuer me, O Lorde, from myne enemyes: for I flye vnto the to hyde me.
143:10	Teach me to do the thynge that pleaseth the, for thou art my God, let thy louinge sprete leade me forthe vnto the lande of ryghteousnes.
143:11	Quycken me, O Lord, for thy names sake, & for thy ryghteousnes sake bringe my soule out of trouble.
143:12	And of thy goodnes slaye myne enemyes, and destroye all them that vexe my soule, for I am thy seruaunt.


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