The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Book of Psalms
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Psalm 12
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(To the choir-master. A psalm. Of David.)
Lord, must I still go all unremembered, must thy look still be turned away from me?
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Each day brings a fresh load of care, fresh misery to my heart;
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must I be ever the sport of my enemies?
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Look upon me, O Lord my God, and listen to me; give light to these eyes, before they close in death;
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do not let my enemies claim the mastery, my persecutors triumph over my fall!
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I cast myself on thy mercy; soon may this heart boast of redress granted, sing in praise of the Lord, my benefactor.