Come, ye children, hearken / unto ! me; many ! days, The eves of the Lord are up on the righteous, earth. The righteous cry, and the Lord' | heareth, heart, 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 desulale. PSA XXXIV.. 13. PRET not thyself becatise of evil | doers, iniquity. 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 ; light, his way. Because of him who bringeth | wicked devices to pass. 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, of peace. 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 vanity. 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, 15. As the hart panteth after | streams of water, thy God! For I had gone with the multitude, Why art thou cast down, / O my soul? my God. 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! D |