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Be not wise in thine own eyes: fear the LORD, and depart from evil.
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In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
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Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.
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So shalt thou find favour and good understanding in the sight of God and man.
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Let not mercy and truth forsake thee: bind them about thy neck; write them upon the table of thine heart:
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For length of days, and long life, and peace, shall they add to thee.
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My son, forget not my law; but let thine heart keep my commandments:
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Salvation belongeth unto the LORD: thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah.
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Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
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I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
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I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
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I cried unto the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah.
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But thou, O LORD, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
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Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.
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Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
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I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.
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For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
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For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
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Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
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Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
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Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
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Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
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The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
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There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
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There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
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Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
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Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
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With kings and counsellors of the earth, which build desolate places for themselves;
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For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
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Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?
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