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BB PSA Chapter 17

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17 A prayer of Dauid. Heare thou O God of iustice, be attentiue vnto my complaynt: geue eare vnto my prayer, not proceeding out of fayned lyppes. 2 Let iudgement come foorth for me from thy face: and let thine eyes loke vpon equitie. 3 Thou hast proued myne heart, thou hast visited it in the nyght season: thou hast tryed me, and founde no wickednesse, for I purposed that nothyng shoulde scape my mouth. 4 As touchyng other mens workes: through the wordes of thy lyppes I haue kept me from the way of the violent. 5 O holde thou vp my goynges in thy pathes: that my footesteppes slyp not. 6 I call vpon thee O God, for thou wilt heare me: incline thine eare to me, hearken vnto my wordes. 7 Shewe thy marueylous louyng kindnesse: thou that art the sauiour of them that trust in thee, from such as ryse vp agaynst thy ryght hande. 8 Kepe me as the apple of an eye, hyde me vnder the shadowe of thy wynges: from the face of the vngodly that go about to destroy me, from myne enemies that compasse me rounde about to take away my soule. 9 They haue inclosed them selues in their owne fat: with their mouth they speake proude thynges. 10 They haue nowe compassed me on euery syde where our way lyeth: they toote with their eyes to ouerthrow me downe on the grounde. 11 His doynges be lyke a lions that is greedy to take a pray: and as a lions whelpe lurkyng in secrete places. 12 Aryse O God, preuent his commyng, make hym to bowe: delyuer thou my soule from the vngodly which is thy sworde. 13 Deliuer thou me O God from men which be thy hande: from men, from the worlde, whose portion is in this lyfe, whose bellyes thou fyllest with thy priuie treasure. 14 Whose children haue aboundaunce: & they leaue enough of that they haue remaynyng to their babes. 15 But as for me, I will beholde thy face in ryghteousnesse: I shalbe satisfied when I awake vp after thy lykenesse.