| The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him. | The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: and he delighteth in his way. |
| For the Lord loves the just and will not forsake his faithful ones. Wrongdoers will be completely destroyed; the offspring of the wicked will perish. | 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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| All my longings lie open before you, Lord; 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, Lord, listen to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. I dwell with you as a foreigner, a stranger, as all my ancestors were. | 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 desire to do your will, my God; your law is within my heart. | I delight to do thy will, O my God: yea, thy law is within my heart. |
| Do not withhold your mercy from me, Lord; may your love and faithfulness always protect me. | Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O Lord: let thy lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me. |
| As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my 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 can I go and meet with God? | My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? |
| Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept 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 directs his love, 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, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior 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. |
| It was not by their sword that they won the land, nor did their arm bring them victory; it was your right hand, your arm, and the light of your face, for you loved 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. |
