Psalm 40:11-17
Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O LORD: let thy
lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me.
For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine
iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are
more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.
Be pleased, O LORD, to deliver me: O LORD, make haste to
help me.
Let them be ashamed and confounded together that seek after
my soul to destroy it; let them be driven backward and put to shame that wish
me evil.
Let them be desolate for a reward of their shame that say
unto me, Aha, aha.
Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee:
let such as love thy salvation say continually, The LORD be magnified.
But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me: thou
art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God.
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