Thou hast put gladness in my heart, more than in the time when their corn 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, yes, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honey-comb.

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

Many, O LORD, my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are toward us, they cannot be reckoned up 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: 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 faileth me.

An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast to him: and now that he lieth he shall rise no more.

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

Thou lovest 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 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 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 thee more and 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.

Thou art more glorious and excellent than the mountains of prey.

Will the Lord cast off for ever? 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 loveth the gates of Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacob.

Free 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 its place shall know it no more.

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

The LORD will 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 ancients, because I keep thy precepts.

With which the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves, his bosom.

My soul waiteth 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 thee.