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Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies on the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.

O Jehovah, lead me in Thy righteousness, Because of those observing me, Make straight before me Thy way,

Declare them guilty, O God, Let them fall from their own counsels, In the abundance of their transgressions Drive them away, Because they have rebelled against Thee.

Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

And shake and tremble doth the earth, And foundations of hills are troubled, And they shake -- because He hath wrath.

And He bringeth me forth to a large place, He draweth me out, because He delighted in me.

For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.

And Jehovah doth help them and deliver them, He delivereth them from the wicked, And saveth them, Because they trusted in Him!

Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.

I have been dumb, I open not my mouth, Because Thou -- Thou hast done it.

They are desolate because of their shame, Who are saying to me, 'Aha, aha.'

A thing of Belial is poured out on him, And because he lay down he riseth not again.

By this I have known, That Thou hast delighted in me, Because my enemy shouteth not over me.

For, not by their sword Possessed they the land, And their arm gave not salvation to them, But Thy right hand, and Thine arm, And the light of Thy countenance, Because Thou hadst accepted them.

Because of the voice of a reproacher and reviler, Because of an enemy and a self-avenger.

As to Thy majesty -- prosper! -- ride! Because of truth, and meekness -- righteousness, And Thy right hand showeth Thee fearful things.

Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.

God doth hear and afflict them, And He sitteth of old. Selah. Because they have no changes, and fear not God,

Because of Thy temple at Jerusalem, To Thee do kings bring a present.

Let not those waiting on Thee be ashamed because of me, O Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, Let not those seeking Thee Blush because of me, O God of Israel.

Be near unto my soul -- redeem it, Because of mine enemies ransom me.

Let them turn back because of their shame, Who are saying, 'Aha, aha.'

And Thy righteousness, O God, is unto the heights, Because Thou hast done great things, O God, who is like Thee?

Because Thou hast showed me many and sad distresses, Thou turnest back -- Thou revivest me, And from the depths of the earth, Thou turnest back -- Thou bringest me up.

My tongue also all the day uttereth Thy righteousness, Because ashamed -- because confounded, Have been those seeking my evil!

Mine eye hath grieved because of affliction, I called Thee, O Jehovah, all the day, I have spread out unto Thee my hands.

Zion hath heard and rejoiceth, And daughters of Judah are joyful, Because of Thy judgments, O Jehovah.

Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,

And they rejoice because they are quiet, And He leadeth them to the haven of their desire.

Because that he hath not remembered to do kindness, And pursueth the poor man and needy, And the smitten of heart -- to slay,

And Thou, O Jehovah Lord, Deal with me for Thy name's sake, Because Thy kindness is good, deliver me.

And Thou takest not utterly away From my mouth the word of truth, Because for Thy judgment I have hoped.

Sustain me according to Thy saying, And I live, and Thou puttest me not to shame Because of my hope.

Rivulets of waters have come down mine eyes, Because they have not kept Thy law!

Shin. Princes have pursued me without cause, And because of Thy words was my heart afraid.

I confess Thee, because that with wonders I have been distinguished. Wonderful are Thy works, And my soul is knowing it well.

Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood,

Because our sons are as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace,