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Psalm 25:3

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

Let none that wait on thee be put to shame at all; But those that without cause transgress, let shame upon them fall.

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My soul, wait thou with patience upon thy God alone; On him dependeth all my hope and expectation.

Wait on the Lord, and be thou strong, and he shall strength afford Unto thine heart; yea, do thou wait, I say, upon the Lord.

Wait on the Lord, and keep his way, and thee exalt shall he Th' earth to inherit; when cut off the wicked thou shalt see.

Our soul doth wait upon the Lord; he is our help and shield.

Behold, as servants' eyes do look their masters' hand to see, As handmaid's eyes her mistress' hand; so do our eyes attend Upon the Lord our God, until to us he mercy send.

Let none that wait on thee be sham'd, Lord God of hosts, for me. O Lord, the God of Israel, let none, who search do make, And seek thee, be at any time confounded for my sake.

Sham'd and confounded be they all that at my hurt are glad; Let those against me that do boast with shame and scorn be clad.

As with a garment I will clothe with shame his en'mies all: But yet the crown that he doth wear upon him flourish shall.

Confound, consume them, that unto my soul are enemies: Cloth'd be they with reproach and shame that do my hurt devise.

Let me not be asham'd, O Lord, for on thee call'd I have: Let wicked men be sham'd, let them be silent in the grave.

My soul with expectation depends on God indeed; My strength and my salvation doth from him alone proceed.

Sham'd and sore vex'd be all my foes, Sham'd and back turned suddenly.

Lord, let the proud ashamed be; for they, without a cause, With me perversely dealt: but I will muse upon thy laws.

They did beset me round about with words of hateful spight: And though to them no cause I gave, against me they did fight.

Those men that do without a cause bear hatred unto me, Than are the hairs upon my head in number more they be: They that would me destroy, and are mine en'mies wrongfully, Are mighty: so what I took not, to render forc'd was I.

But as for me, a worm I am, and as no man am priz'd: Reproach of men I am, and by the people am despis'd.

To silence put the lying lips, that grievous things do say, And hard reports, in pride and scorn, on righteous men do lay.




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