Psalm 1 23.
A song of degrees.
And to the lift up my NYSE oh, thou that dwellest in the heavens.
Behold as the eyes of servants.
Look unto the hand of their masters.
And as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of our mistress.
So our eyes wait upon the Lord.
Our God.
Until that he have mercy upon us.
Have mercy upon us.
So Lord have mercy upon us for, we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease.
And with the contempt of the proud.
Psalm 1 24.
A song of degrees of David.
If it had not been the Lord who is on our side now, may Israel say if it
had not been the Lord who is on our side, when men rose up against us?
Then they had swallowed us up quick.
When their wrath was kindled against us, then the waters had overwhelmed us.
The stream had gone over our soul.
Then the proud waters had gone over our soul.
Less it'd be the Lord who has not given us as a pray to their teeth.
Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the Fowlers.
The snare is broken and we are escaped.
Our help is in the name of the Lord who made heaven and earth.