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

Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, And unto Jehovah I make supplication.

From all my transgressions deliver me, A reproach of the fool make me not.

Be pleased, O Jehovah, to deliver me, O Jehovah, for my help make haste.

I make mention of Thy name in all generations, Therefore do peoples praise Thee, To the age, and for ever!

Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my meditation, and make a noise,

They turn back at evening, They make a noise like a dog, And go round about the city.

And they turn back at evening, They make a noise like a dog, And they go round about the city.

Praise ye the honour of His name, Make ye honourable His praise.

And I make my clothing sackcloth, And I am to them for a simile.

O God, be not far from me, O my God, for my help make haste.

I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.

And He raiseth up a testimony in Jacob, And a law hath placed in Israel, That He commanded our fathers, To make them known to their sons.

And make Him angry with their high places, And with their graven images make Him zealous,

Make their nobles as Oreb and as Zeeb, And as Zebah and Zalmunna all their princes,

O my God, make them as a rolling thing, As stubble before wind.

Those passing through a valley of weeping, A fountain do make it, Blessings also cover the director.

Turn back to us, O God of our salvation, And make void Thine anger with us.

An instruction, by Ethan the Ezrahite. Of the kind acts of Jehovah, to the age I sing, To all generations I make known Thy faithfulness with my mouth,

Where birds do make nests, The stork -- the firs are her house.

They make a calf in Horeb, And bow themselves to a molten image,

And they sow fields, and plant vineyards, And they make fruits of increase.

Make sure Thy servant for good, Let not the proud oppress me.

Our help is in the name of Jehovah, Maker of the heavens and earth!

Jehovah doth bless thee out of Zion, The maker of the heavens and earth!

But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, are mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.

To make known to sons of men His mighty acts, The honour of the majesty of His kingdom.

Israel doth rejoice in his Maker, Sons of Zion do joy in their king.