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Psalm XXXV.
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Against all them that strive with me,My righteous cause defend:
And they that will contend with me,
With them, O Lord contend.
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With shield and spear defend me Lord,And my pursuers stay:
And to my soul in her distress,
I am thy Saviour, say.
3
Confound, O Lord, and put to shame,My bloody enemies:
Let them with shame be turned back,
That cruel plots devise.
4
Pursue them by thine Angel, Lord,As wind makes chaff to fly:
And let their way to make them fall,
Be dark and slippery.
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For they without a cause, O Lord,A net for me have laid:
Surprize and take them in the snare,
Which they for others made.
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Then shall my soul rejoyce in thee,My bones shall all confess;
Who, like the Lord, can save the poor,
From those that him oppress?
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False witnesses accused me,Of what I never thought:
And they whose lives I had preserv'd,
Have my destruction sought.
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But as for me, when they were sick.I did both fast and mourn:
And to my bosom back again,
My prayer did return.
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None for a friend or brother dear,Could mourn more heartily:
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Be troubled more than I.
10
But when I fell, they made a mock;Yea when the baser sort,
Together met, I still was made
Their table-talk and sport.
11
To save me from those lyons mouths,No longer, Lord, forbear:
That in the congregations great,
Thy praise I may declare.
12
Let them not over me insult,Who good with ill requite:
Nor wink at me with scornful eyes,
Whose hearts are full of spite.
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For they contrive against my life,Though I have quiet been:
Yea charge me openly with crimes,
And say our eyes have seen.
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All this thou hast observ'd, O Lord;Then come and make no pause:
But as thou art my Lord and God,
Awake and judge my cause.
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According to my innocence,O judge and do me right:
And let them not triumphing say,
We have devour'd them quite.
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O let these proud insulters all,With shame confounded be:
But let them sing and shout for joy,
That love and favour me.
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Yea let them ever bless the Lord,Who doth his servant love;
And all day long my tongue shall sing,
The praise of God above.
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