Thou hast put gladness in my heart, More than they have when their grain and their new wine are increased.

To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, That man who is of the earth may be terrible no more.

Then did I beat them small as the dust before the wind; I did cast them out as the mire of the streets.

More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold; Sweeter also than honey and the droppings of the honeycomb.

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.

Many, O Jehovah my God, are the wonderful works which thou hast done, And thy thoughts which are to us-ward; They cannot be set in order unto thee; If I would declare and speak of them, They are more than can be numbered.

For innumerable evils have compassed me about; Mine iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up; They are more than the hairs of my head; And my heart hath failed me.

An evil disease,'say they , cleaveth fast unto him; And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

All thy garments'smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia; Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made thee glad.

Thou lovest evil more than good, And lying rather than to speak righteousness. Selah

Consume them in wrath, consume them, so that they shall be no more: And let them know that God ruleth in Jacob, Unto the ends of the earth. Selah

My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; And my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips;

I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head: They that would cut me off, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: That which I took not away I have to restore.

Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: Let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

But I will hope continually, And will praise thee yet more and more.

In his days shall the righteous flourish, And abundance of peace, till the moon be no more.

Their eyes stand out with fatness: They have more than heart could wish.

We see not our signs: There is no more any prophet; Neither is there among us any that knoweth how long.

Will the Lord cast off for ever? And will he be favorable no more?

They have said, Come, and let us cut them off from being a nation; That the name of Israel may be no more in remembrance.

Jehovah loveth the gates of Zion More than all the dwellings of Jacob.

Cast off among the dead, Like the slain that lie in the grave, Whom thou rememberest no more, And they are cut off from thy hand.

For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; And the place thereof shall know it no more.

Let sinners be consumed out of the earth. And let the wicked be no more. Bless Jehovah, O my soul. Praise ye Jehovah.

Jehovah increase you more and more, You and your children.

I have more understanding than all my teachers; For thy testimonies are my meditation.

I understand more than the aged, Because I have kept thy precepts.

What shall be given unto thee, and what shall be done more unto thee, Thou deceitful tongue?

My soul waiteth for the Lord More than watchmen wait for the morning; Yea, more than watchmen for the morning.

If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: When I awake, I am still with thee.