Why should I vex my soul, and fret
To see the wicked rise?
Or envy sinners waxing great
By violence and lies?

Psalm 37 Poetry I
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Why should I vex my soul, and fret
To see the wicked rise?
Or envy sinners waxing great
By violence and lies?
Trust in the Lord, and do good;
Dwell in the land, and feed on His faithfulness