To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that the man of the earth may no more oppress.

O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.

Many, O LORD my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.

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.

An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

Thou lovest evil more than good; and lying rather than to speak righteousness. Selah.

They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of mine head: they that would destroy me, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: then I restored that which I took not away.

But I will hope continually, and will yet praise thee more and more.

Their eyes stand out with fatness: they have more than heart could wish.

We see not our signs: there is no more any prophet: neither is there among us any that knoweth how long.

Thou art more glorious and excellent than the mountains of prey.

Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more?

And they sinned yet more against him by provoking the most High in the wilderness.

They have said, Come, and let us cut them off from being a nation; that the name of Israel may be no more in remembrance.

The LORD loveth the gates of Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacob.

Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.

For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.

Let the sinners be consumed out of the earth, and let the wicked be no more. Bless thou the LORD, O my soul. Praise ye the LORD.

The LORD shall increase you more and more, you and your children.

I have more understanding than all my teachers: for thy testimonies are my meditation.

I understand more than the ancients, because I keep thy precepts.

My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.

If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

She is more precious than rubies: and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her.

But the path of the just is as the shining light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day.