📖 Psalms 62
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My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
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2
He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence, so yt I shal not greatly fall.
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3
How longe wil ye ymagin myschefe agaynst euery man? ye shal be slayne all ye sorte of you: yee as a tottringe wall shal ye be, & like a broken hedge.
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4
Their deuyce is only how to put him out, their delyte is i lyes: they geue good wordes wt their mouth but curse wt their herte.
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5
Sela. Neuertheles, my soule abydeth only vpon God, for he is my God.
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He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence: so yt I shal not fall.
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7
In God is my health, my glory, my might, & in God is my trust.
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8
Oput yor trust in him allwaye (ye people) poure out yor hertes before him, for God is oure hope.
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9
Sela. As for men, they are but vayne, me are disceatfull: vpo the weightes they are al together lighter then vanite itself.
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10
O trust not in wronge & robbery, geue not yor selues vnto vanite: yf riches increase, set not yor herte vpon them.
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11
God spake once a worde, twyse haue I herde the same: that power belongeth vnto God.
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12
That thou LORDE art mercifull, & that thou rewardest euery man acordinge to his workes.