You have put gladness in my heart, more than in the time that their grain and their wine increased.

to judge the fatherless and the oppressed, so that the man of the earth may no more terrify.

more to be desired than gold, even much fine gold; sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.

Look away from me, and I will smile before I go away and be no more.

O Jehovah my God, many things You have done, Your wonderful works and Your thoughts which are toward us; they cannot be set in order to You; I will declare and speak, for they are more than can be numbered.

For evils without number have hemmed me in; my sins have taken hold on me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of my head, and my heart fails me.

They say, A wicked thing is poured out on him, and he who lies down shall rise no more.

All Your garments smell of myrrh, and aloes and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, by which they have made You glad.

You love evil more than good, and lying more than to speak righteousness. Selah.

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

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

They who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head; they who would destroy me are mighty, my lying enemies. Then I restored what I did not take away.

Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink; let me be delivered from those who hate me, and out of the deep waters.

But I will hope without ceasing, and I will add more in all Your praise.

Their eyes stand out with fatness; they have more than the heart could imagine.

We did not see our signs; there is no prophet any more; neither is there among us any who knows how long.

You are more glorious and excellent than the mountains of prey.

Will the Lord cast off forever? And will He be favorable no more?

And they sinned still more against Him, by provoking the Most High in the wilderness.

They have said, Come, and let us cut them off from being a nation, so that the name Israel may be remembered no more.

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

free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom You remember no more; and by Your hand they are cut off.

For the wind passes over it, and it is gone; and its place shall know it no more.

Let the sinners perish from the earth, and let the wicked be no more. Bless Jehovah, O my soul. Praise Jehovah!

I have more understanding than all my teachers; for Your testimonies are my prayer.

I understand more than the old men, because I keep Your Commandments.

How sweet are Your Words to my taste! More than honey to my mouth!

My soul waits for Jehovah more than morning-watchers who are watching for the morning.

If I should count them, they are more than the sand; when I awake, I am still with You.