Thou hast put joy in my heart, more than in the time that their corn and their new wine was in abundance.

To do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed one, that the man of the earth may terrify no more.

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

They are more precious than gold, yea, than much fine gold; and sweeter than honey and the dropping of the honeycomb.

More than to all mine oppressors, I am become exceedingly a reproach, even to my neighbours, and a fear to mine acquaintance: they that see me without flee from me.

My heart throbbeth, my strength hath left me; and the light of mine eyes, it also is no more with me.

Look away from me, and let me recover strength, before I go hence and be no more.

Thou, O Jehovah my God, hast multiplied thy marvellous works, and thy thoughts toward us: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee; would I declare and speak them, they are more than can be numbered.

For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I cannot see; they are more than the hairs of my head: and my heart hath failed me.

A thing of Belial cleaveth fast unto him; and now that he is laid down, he will rise up no more.

Myrrh and aloes, cassia, are all thy garments; out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made thee glad.

Make an end in wrath, make an end, that they may be no more; that they may know that God ruleth in Jacob, unto the ends of the earth. Selah.

My soul is 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 the depths of waters, and the flood overfloweth me.

They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head; they that would destroy me, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: then I restored that which I took not away.

Deliver me out of the mire, let me not sink; let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the depths of waters.

And it shall please Jehovah more than an ox, a bullock with horns and cloven hoofs.

But as for me, 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.

We see not our signs; there is no more any prophet, neither is there among us any that knoweth how long.

More glorious art thou, more excellent, than the mountains of prey.

Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more?

They say, Come, and let us cut them off from being a nation, and let the name of Israel be mentioned no more.

Jehovah loveth the gates of Zion more than all the habitations of Jacob.

Prostrate among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave; whom thou rememberest no more, and who are cut off from thy hand.

For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone, and the place thereof knoweth it no more.

Sinners shall be consumed out of the earth, and the wicked shall be no more. Bless Jehovah, O my soul. Hallelujah!

Jehovah will add unto you more, unto you and unto 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 observed thy precepts.

How sweet are thy words unto my taste! more than honey to my mouth!

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

My soul waiteth for the Lord more than the watchers wait for the morning, more than the watchers for the morning.

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