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, that the man of the earth may no more oppress.

More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.

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

Many, O LORD my God, are your wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are toward us: they cannot be recounted in order unto you: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.

For innumerable evils have surrounded me: my iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of my head: therefore my heart fails me.

An evil disease, say they, clings close unto him: and now that he lies down he shall rise up 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 rather 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 that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head: they that would destroy me, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty: then I restored that which I took not away.

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 yet praise you more and more.

Their eyes stand out with abundance: 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 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 yet 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; that the name of Israel may be no more in remembrance.

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

Adrift among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom you remember no more: and they are cut off from your hand.

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

Let the sinners be consumed out of the earth, and let the wicked be no more. Bless you the LORD, O my soul. Praise you the LORD.

The LORD shall increase you more and more, you and your children.

I have more understanding than all my teachers: for your testimonies are my meditation.

I understand more than the ancients, because I keep your precepts.

My soul waits for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.

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