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Rh :And I will wait for Thy name, for it is good, in the presence of Thy saints.

For the Leader; upon Mahalath. Maschil of David.


 * The fool hath said in his heart: 'There is no God';
 * They have dealt corruptly, and have done abominable iniquity; :There is none that doeth good.
 * God looked forth from heaven upon the children of men,
 * To see if there were any man of understanding, that did seek after God.
 * Every one of them is unclean, they are together become impure;
 * There is none that doeth good, no, not one.


 * 'Shall not the workers of iniquity know it,
 * Who eat up My people as they eat bread,
 * And call not upon God?'
 * There are they in great fear, where no fear was;
 * For God hath scattered the bones of him that encampeth against thee;
 * Thou hast put them to shame, because God hath rejected them.


 * Oh that the salvation of Israel were come out of Zion!
 * When God turneth the captivity of His people,
 * Let Jacob rejoice, let Israel be glad.

For the Leader; with string-music. Maschil of David: when the Ziphites came and said to Saul: 'Doth not David hide himself with us?'


 * O God, save me by Thy name,
 * And right me by Thy might.
 * O God, hear my prayer; give ear to the words of my mouth.
 * For strangers are risen up against me,
 * And violent men have sought after my soul;
 * They have not set God before them.
 * Behold, God is my helper;
 * The Lord is for me as the upholder of my soul.
 * He will requite the evil unto them that lie in wait for me;
 * Destroy Thou them in Thy truth.
 * With a freewill-offering will I sacrifice unto Thee;
 * I will give thanks unto Thy name, O, for it is good.
 * For He hath delivered me out of all trouble;
 * And mine eye hath gazed upon mine enemies.

For the Leader; with string-music. Maschil of David


 * Give ear, O God, to my prayer;
 * And hide not Thyself from my supplication.
 * Attend unto me, and answer me;
 * I am distraught in my complaint, and will moan;
 * Because of the voice of the enemy,
 * Because of the oppression of the wicked;
 * For they cast mischief upon me,
 * And in anger they persecute me.
 * My heart doth writhe within me;
 * And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
 * Fear and trembling come upon me,
 * And horror hath overwhelmed me.
 * And I said: 'Oh that I had wings like a dove!
 * Then would I fly away, and be at rest.
 * Lo, then would I wander far off,