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Psalm 119. v. 153, to 160. (20. PART.)
The unworthiness of the wicked counterpoised.
THINK how I am beset,
and, Lord, deliver me:
For I do not forget
the word ordain'd by thee.
plead for me, Lord,
And set me free, and quicken me
by thy good word.
Thy saving health is far
from all ungodly men,
For what thy Statutes are
is not sought out by them:
thy mercies kind
Are great, O Lord, O let thy word
cheer up my mind.
Many, O Lord, are those,
(for they are not a few)
That are my utter foes,
and do my soul pursue
with ill intents,
Yet do not I decline from thy
Commandements.
Transgressors of thy laws
I saw, and seeing wept,
For I was griev'd,
thy word they have not kept:
consider, Lord,
The love sincere which I do bear
unto thy word.