Thou have put gladness in my heart more than when their grain and their new wine are increased.

to judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that man who is of the earth may no more be appalling.

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

O spare me, that I may recover strength before I go from here, and be no more.

Many, O LORD my God, are the wonderful works which thou have done, and thy thoughts which are toward us. They cannot be set in order to thee. If I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.

for innumerable evils have encompassed me around. My 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 has failed me.

An evil disease, [they say], clings firm to him. And now that he lays he shall rise up no more.

Thou love 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 rules in Jacob, to the ends of the earth. Selah.

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

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

In his days righteousness shall flourish, and abundance of peace, till the moon is no more.

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

We do not see our signs. There is no more any prophet, nor is there among us he who knows how long.

Thou [are] more glorious [and] excellent than the mountains of prey.

Will LORD cast off forever? 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.

LORD loves the gates of Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacob.

cast off among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom thou remember no more, and they are cut off from thy hand.

For the wind passes 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 LORD, O my soul. Praise ye LORD.

LORD increase you more and more, you and your sons.

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 to thee, and what shall be done more to thee, thou deceitful tongue?

my soul for LORD more than watchmen for the morning, watchmen for the morning.

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