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Come, ye children, hearken / unto ! me;
many ! days,
The eves of the Lord are up on the righteous,
The righteous cry, and the Lord' | heareth,
Many are the afflictions I of the righteous ;
Evil shall slay the wicked,
late. The Lord redeemeth the soul of his servants, And none of them that trust in him | shall be
PRET not thyself becatise of evil | doers,
shalt be | feil. Delight thyself also in the Lord ; And he shall give thee the desires of shine heart.
Commit thy way un | tnthe | Lord ;
his way. Because of him who bringeth | wicked devices to
Cease from anger, and for | sake | wrath :
herit the earth.
For yet a little while, and the wicked / shall not l be: Yca, thou shalt diligently consider-- his place, / and
it shall not be.
But the meek shall in ! berit ile | larth,
am , uid; Yet have I not seen the righteous f.** | saken, Nor his seed begging i bread. I have seen the wicked | in great power, And spreading himselt like a green bav treer Yet he passed away, and lo! he was not ; Yea, I sought him, but he could not be found, But the salvation of the righteous is of the Lord; He is their strength in the time of trouble. Mark the perfect man, and be hold the upright; For the end of that man is peace.
PSALM XXXVII. l-11,18,19,23-25,35-37,38.
LORD make me to know mine end, and the measure
of my days, what it | 15 ; That I may | know how | frail I I am.
Behold thou hast made my days as a handbreadth ;
and mine age is as nothing be | fure thee : Verily every man at his best state is | alto | gether
Surely every man walketh in a | vain / show:
And now, Lord, what I wait I | för ?
I was dumb, I opened | not my mouth;
When thou with rebukes dost correct man för iniquity,
ihou makest his beauty to consume away I like
a | moth;
Hold not thy | peace at my | tears : "For I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as
ail my | fathers were. Oh spare me that I may re | cover / strength, efure 1
go hence, and I be no | more.
PSALM XXXIX. 4-13,
As the hart panteth after | streams of water,
For I had gone with the multitude,
Why art thou cast down, / O my soul?
Deep calleth unto deep at' the noise of thy | water
spouts : All thy waves and thy | billows / are gone | over me. Yet the Lord will command his loving kindness in
the day time; And in the night his song shall be with me, and my
prayer unto the God of my | life. I will say unto God, my rock, Why hast | thou for |
gotten me! Why go I mourning because of the op | pression |
of the enemy!