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6 There be many that say: Who will show us any good?
7 Lord, lift thou up: the light of thy countenance upon
8 Thou hast put gladness in my heart: since the time that their corn and wine and oil increased.
9 I will lay me down in peace, and take my rest: for it is thou, Lord, only, that makest me dwell in safety.
P6AL. v. Verba mea auribus.
PONDER my words, O Lord: consider my meditation.
2 O hearken thou unto the voice of my calling, my King, and my God: for unto thee will I make my prayer.
3 My voice shalt thou hear betimes, O Lord: early in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will
4 For thou art the God that hast no pleasure in wickedness: neither shall any evil dwell with thee.
5 Such as be foolish shall not stand in thy sight: for thou hatest all them that work vanity.
6 Thou shalt destroy them that speak leasing: the Lord will abhor both the bloodthirsty and deceitful man.
7 But as for me, I will come into thine house, even upon the multitude of thy mercy: and in thy fear will I worship toward thy holy temple.
8 Lead me, O Lord, in thy righteousness, because of mine enemies: make thy way plain before my face.
9 For there is no faithfulness in his mouth: their inward parts are very wickedness.
10 Their throat is an open sepulchre they flatter with their tongue.
11 Destroy thou them, O God; let them perish through their own imaginations: cast them out in the multitude of their ungodliness; for they have rebelled against thee.
12. And let all them that put their trust in thee rejoice: they shall ever be giving of thanks, because thou defendest them; they that love thy Name shall be joyful in thee;
13 For thou, Lord, wilt give thy blessing unto the righteous and with thy favourable kindness wilt thou defend him as with a shield.
4 Turn thee, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy mercies sake;
5 For in death no man remembereth thee: and who will give thee thanks in the pit?
6 I am weary of my groaning; every night wash I my bed and water my couch
with my tears.
7 My beauty is gone for very trouble: and worn away because of all mine enemies.
8 Away from me, all ye that work vanity: for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
9 The Lord hath heard my petition: the Lord will receive my prayer.
10 All mine enemies shall be confounded, and sore vexed: they shall be turned back, and put to shame suddenly. PSAL. vii. Domine, Deus
O LORD my God, in thee have I put my trust: save me from all them that persecute me, and deliver me;
2 Lest he devour my soul, like a lion, and tear it in pieces: while there is none to help.
3 O Lord my God, if I have done any such thing: or if there be any wickedness in my hands;
4 If I have rewarded evil unto him that dealt friendly with me yea, I have delivered him that without any cause is mine enemy;
9 O let the wickedness of the ungodly come to an end: but guide thou the just.
10 For the righteous God: trieth the very hearts and reins.
11 My help cometh of God: who preserveth them
that are true of heart.
12 God is a righteous Judge, strong, and patient: and God is provoked every day.
13 If a man will not turn, he will whet his sword: he hath bent his bow, and made it ready.
14 He hath prepared for him the instruments of death: he ordaineth his arrows against the persecutors.
15 Behold, he travaileth
with mischief: he hath conceived sorrow, and brought forth ungodliness.
16 He hath graven and digged up a pit and is fallen himself into the destruction that he made for other.
17 For his travail shall come upon his own head: and his wickedness shall fall on his own pate.
18 I will give thanks unto the Lord, according to his righteousness and I will praise the Name of the Lord most High.
PSAL. viii. Domine, Dominus
O LORD our Governour, how excellent is thy Name in all the world: thou that hast set thy glory above the heavens!
2 Out of the mouth of very babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength, because of thine enemies : that thou mightest still the enemy, and the avenger.
3 For I will consider thy heavens, even the works of thy fingers the moon and the stars which thou hast ordained.
4 What is man, that thou art mindful of him: and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
5 Thou madest him lower than the angels: to crown him with glory and worship.
6 Thou makest him to have dominion of the works of thy
hands and thou hast put all things in subjection under his feet;
7 All sheep and oxen : yea, and the beasts of the field;
8 The fowls of the air, and the fishes of the sea and whatsoever walketh through the paths of the seas.
9 O Lord our Governour: how excellent is thy Name in all the world!
MORNING PRAYER. PSAL. ix. Confitebor tibi. I WILL give thanks unto thee, O Lord, with my whole heart: I will speak of all thy marvellous works.
2 I will be glad and rejoice in thee: yea, my songs will I make of thy Name, O thou most Highest.
3 While mine enemies are driven back: they shall fall and perish at thy presence.
4 For thou hast maintained my right and my cause: thou art set in the throne that judgest right.
5 Thou hast rebuked the heathen, and destroyed the ungodly: thou hast put out their name for ever and ever.
60 thou enemy, destructions are come to a perpetual end: even as the cities which thou hast destroyed; their memorial is perished with them.
7 But the Lord shall endure
for ever he hath also prepared his seat for judgment.
8 For he shall judge the world in righteousness and minister true judgment unto the people.
9 The Lord also will be a defence for the oppressed: even a refuge in due time of trouble.
10 And they that know thy Name, will put their trust in thee for thou, Lord, hast never failed them that seek thee.
11 O praise the Lord, which dwelleth in Sion: shew the people of his doings.
12 For when he maketh inquisition for blood, he remembereth them: and forgetteth not the complaint of
13 Have mercy upon me, O Lord; consider the trouble which I suffer of them that hate me thou that liftest me up from the gates of death.
14 That I may shew all thy praises within the ports of the daughter of Sion: I will rejoice in thy salvation.
15 The heathen are sunk down in the pit that they made in the same net which they hid privily, is their foot taken.
16 The Lord is known to execute judgment: the ungodly is trapped in the work of his own hands.
17 The wicked shall be turned into hell: and all the people that forget God.
18 For the poor shall not alway be forgotten: the patient abiding of the meek shall not perish for ever.
19 Up, Lord, and let not man have the upper hand: let the heathen be judged in thy sight.
20 Put them in fear, O Lord: that the heathen may know themselves to be but
PSAL. x. Ut quid, Domine? WHY standest thou so far off, O Lord: and hidest thy face in the needful time of trouble;
2 The ungodly for his own lust doth persecute the poor: let them be taken in the crafty wiliness that they have imagined.
3 For the ungodly hath made boast of his own heart's desire and speaketh good of the covetous, whom God abhorreth.
4 The ungodly is so proud, that he careth not for God: neither is God in all his thoughts.
5 His ways are alway grievous: thy judgments are far above out of his sight, and therefore defieth he all his enemies.
6 For he hath said in his heart, Tush, I shall never be cast down: there shall no harm happen unto me.
7 His mouth is full of cursing, deceit, and fraud: under
his tongue is ungodliness and vanity.
8 He sitteth lurking in the thievish corners of the streets : and privily in his lurking dens doth he murder the innocent; his eyes are set against the poor.
9 For he lieth waiting secretly, even as a lion lurketh he in his den: that he may ravish the poor.
18 The Lord is King for ever and ever: and the heathen are perished out of the land.
19 Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the poor: thou preparest their heart, and thine ear harkeneth thereto;
20 To help the fatherless and poor unto their right: that the man of the earth be no more exalted against them.
10 He doth ravish the poor: when he getteth him into his PSAL. xi. In Domino confido,
11 He falleth down, and humbleth himself: that the congregation of the poor may fall into the hands of his captains.
12 He hath said in his heart, Tush, God hath forgotten he hideth away his face, and he will never see it.
13 Arise, O Lord God, and lift up thine hand: forget not the poor.
14 Wherefore should the wicked blaspheme God: while he doth say in his heart, Tush, thou God carest not for it.
15 Surely, thou hast seen it for thou beholdest ungodliness and wrong.
16 That thou mayest take the matter into thine hand: the poor committeth himself unto thee; for thou art the helper of the friendless.
17 Break thou the power of the ungodly and malicious: take away his ungodliness, and thou shalt find none.
IN the Lord put I my trust: how say ye then to my soul, That she should flee as a bird unto the hill?
2 For lo, the ungodly bend their bow, and make ready their arrows within the quiver: that they may privily shoot at them which are true of heart.
3 For the foundations will be cast down: and what hath the righteous done?
4 The Lord is in his holy temple: the Lord's seat is in heaven.
5 His eyes consider the poor and his eye-lids try the children of men.
6 The Lord alloweth the righteous: but the ungodly, and him that delighteth in wickedness, doth his soul abhor.
7 Upon the ungodly, he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, storm and tempest: this shall be their portion to drink.