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My Help and My Deliverer

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

40 I (A)waited patiently for the Lord;
    he inclined to me and (B)heard my cry.
He drew me up from (C)the pit of destruction,
    out of (D)the miry bog,
and (E)set my feet upon a rock,
    (F)making my steps secure.
He put (G)a new song in my mouth,
    a song of praise to our God.
Many will (H)see and fear,
    and put their trust in the Lord.
Blessed is the man who (I)makes
    the Lord his trust,
who does not turn to the proud,
    to those who (J)go astray after a lie!
You have multiplied, O Lord my God,
    your (K)wondrous deeds and your (L)thoughts towards us;
    none can compare with you!
I will proclaim and tell of them,
    yet they are (M)more than can be told.

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