Psalm 1 41.
A Psalm of David.
Lord.
I cry into the make haste unto me.
Give year into my voice.
When I cry into the.
Let my prayer be set forth before the, as incense.
And the lifting up of my hints as the evening sacrifice.
Set a watch.
Oh Lord.
Before my mouth.
Keep the door of my lips.
Incline, not my heart to any evil thing.
To practice wicked works with men that work iniquity and let
me not eat of their Dantes.
But the righteous might me.
It shall be a kindness.
And let him reprove me.
It shall be an excellent oil.
Which shall not break my head.
For yet, my prayer shall also be in their calamities.
When their judges are overthrown in Stony places.
They shall hear my words for they are sweet.
Our bones are scattered at the graves map as when one color in
Cleveland would upon the earth.
But my night is RN to the oh God.
The Lord.
In the, as my trust.
Leave not my soul destitute.
Keep me from the snares, which they have laid for me.
And the gins of the workers of inequity.
Let the wicked fall into their own nets.
Wow.
That I, with all escape.