| Our steps are made firm by the Lord, when he delights in our 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 faithful ones. The righteous shall be kept safe 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 known to 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; do not hold your peace at my tears. For I am your passing guest, an alien, like all my forebears. | 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. |
| Do not, O Lord, withhold your mercy from me; let your steadfast love and your faithfulness keep me safe forever. | Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O Lord: let thy lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me. |
| As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs 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 behold the face of God? | My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? |
| Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your cataracts; all your waves and your billows 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 disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help 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 give them victory; but your right hand, and your arm, and the light of your countenance, 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. |
