| The steps of a man are established by the Lord, when he delights in his way. | The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: and he delighteth in his way. |
| For the Lord loves justice; he will not forsake his saints. They are preserved forever, but the children of the wicked shall be cut off. | For the Lord loveth judgment, and forsaketh not his saints; they are preserved for ever: but the seed of the wicked shall be cut off. |
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| O Lord, all my longing is before you; my sighing is not hidden from you. | Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee. |
| Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; hold not your peace at my tears! For I am a sojourner with you, a guest, like all my fathers. | Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were. |
| I delight to do your will, O my God; your law is within my heart. | I delight to do thy will, O my God: yea, thy law is within my heart. |
| As for you, O Lord, you will not restrain your mercy from me; your steadfast love and your faithfulness will ever preserve me! | Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O Lord: let thy lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me. |
| As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God. | As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. |
| My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God? | My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? |
| Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me. | Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. |
| By day the Lord commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life. | Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life. |
| Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God. | Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God. |
| For not by their own sword did they win the land, nor did their own arm save them, but your right hand and your arm, and the light of your face, for you delighted in them. | For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them: but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst a favour unto them. |
