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Their sword shall enter into their own heart, and their bows shall be broken.

The law of his God is in his heart; none of his steps shall slide.

I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.

My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,

I have not hid thy righteousness within my heart; I have declared thy faithfulness and thy salvation: I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truth from the great congregation.

For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.

And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.

Our heart is not turned back, neither have our steps declined from thy way;

Shall not God search this out? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart.

To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil, A Song of loves. My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

Thine arrows are sharp in the heart of the king's enemies; whereby the people fall under thee.

Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;

Mark ye well her bulwarks, consider her palaces; that ye may tell it to the generation following.

My mouth shall speak of wisdom; and the meditation of my heart shall be of understanding.

Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.

To the chief Musician upon Mahalath, Maschil, A Psalm of David. The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. Corrupt are they, and have done abominable iniquity: there is none that doeth good.

My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.

The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords.

My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.

Yea, in heart ye work wickedness; ye weigh the violence of your hands in the earth.

From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

Trust not in oppression, and become not vain in robbery: if riches increase, set not your heart upon them.