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1 Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly,
nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the
scornful.
2 But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he
meditate day and night.
3 And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that
bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not
wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
4 The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind
driveth away.
5 Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners
in the congregation of the righteous.
6 For the LORD knoweth the way of the righteous: but the way of the
ungodly shall perish.
1 Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?
2 The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel
together, against the LORD, and against his anointed, saying,
3 Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from
us.
4 He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the LORD shall have
them in derision.
5 Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his
sore displeasure.
6 Yet have I set my king upon my holy hill of Zion.
7 I will declare the decree: the LORD hath said unto me, Thou art my
Son; this day have I begotten thee.
8 Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine
inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.
9 Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in
pieces like a potter's vessel.
10 Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of
the earth.
11 Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice with trembling.
12 Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when
his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their
trust in him.
1 O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy
hot displeasure.
2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my
bones are vexed.
3 My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?
4 Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake.
5 For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who
shall give thee thanks?
6 I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim;
I water my couch with my tears.
7 Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of
all mine enemies.
8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the LORD hath
heard the voice of my weeping.
9 The LORD hath heard my supplication; the LORD will receive my
prayer.
10 Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return
and be ashamed suddenly.