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20 And Og the king of Basan: for his mercy endureth for ever;

21 And gave away their land for an heritage : for his mercy endureth for ever;

22 Even for an heritage unto Israel his servant for his mercy endureth for ever.

23 Who remembered us when we were in trouble for his mercy endureth for ever;

24 And hath delivered us from our enemies : for his mercy endureth for ever.

25 Who giveth food to all flesh for his mercy endureth for ever.

26 O give thanks unto the God of heaven : for his mercy endureth for ever.

27 O give thanks unto the Lord of lords : for his mercy endureth for ever.


PSALM CXXXVII. Super fumina.

Y the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept when we remembered thee, O Sion. 2 As for our harps, we hanged them up : upon the trees that are therein.

3 For they that led us away captive required of us then a song, and melody, in our heavi ness Sing us one of the songs of Sion.

4 How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?

5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem: let my right hand forget her cunning.

6 If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth: yea, if I prefer not Jerusalem in my mirth.

7 Remember the children of Edom, O Lord, in the day of Jerusalem: how they said, Down with it, down with it, even to the ground.

8 O daughter of Babylon, wasted with misery:

yea, happy shall he be that rewardeth thee, as thou hast served us.

9 Blessed shall he be that taketh thy children and throweth them against the stones.



PSALM CXXXVIII. Confitebor tibi. WILL give thanks unto thee, O Lord, with my whole heart even before the gods will I sing praise unto thee.

2 I will worship toward thy holy temple, and praise thy Name, because of thy loving-kindness and truth for thou hast magnified thy Name, and thy Word, above all things.

3 When I called upon thee, thou heardest me: and enduedst my soul with much strength.

4 All the kings of the earth shall praise thee, O Lord for they have heard the words of thy mouth.


5 Yea, they shall sing in the ways of the Lord that great is the glory of the Lord. 6 For though the Lord be high, yet hath he respect unto the lowly as for the proud,

he beholdeth them afar off.

7 Though I walk in the midst of trouble, yet shalt thou refresh me: thou shalt stretch forth thy hand upon the furiousness of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall save me.

8 The Lord shall make good his loving-kindness toward me yea, thy mercy, O Lord, endureth for ever; despise not then the works of thine own hands.

Morning Prayer.

PSALM CXXXIX. Domine, probasti. LORD, thou hast searched me out, and known me thou knowest my down-sitting,

and mine up-rising; thou understandest my thoughts long before.

2 Thou art about my path, and about my bed: and spiest out all my ways.

3 For lo, there is not a word in my tongue : but thou, O Lord, knowest it altogether.

4 Thou hast fashioned me behind and before: and laid thine hand upon me.

5 Such knowledge is too wonderful and excellent for me: I cannot attain unto it.

6 Whither shall I go then from thy Spirit or whither shall I go then from thy presence? 7 If I climb up into heaven, thou art there: if I go down to hell, thou art there also. 8 If I take the wings of the morning remain in the uttermost parts of the sca;


9 Even there also shall thy hand lead me : and thy right hand shall hold me.

10 If I say, Peradventure the darkness shall cover me then shall my night be turned to day.

11 Yea, the darkness is no darkness with thee, but the night is as clear as the day the darkness and light to thee are both alike.

12 For my reins are thine: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.

13 I will give thanks unto thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works, and that my soul knoweth right well.

14 My bones are not hid from thee: though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneath in the earth.

15 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being imperfect and in thy book were all my members written;

16 Which day by day were fashioned : when as yet there was none of them.

17 How dear are thy counsels unto me, O God: O how great is the sum of them!

18 If I tell them, they are more in number than the sand when I wake up I am present with thee.

19 Wilt thou not slay the wicked, O God: depart from me, ye blood-thirsty men.

20 For they speak unrighteously against thee: and thine enemies take thy Name in vain.

21 Do not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee: and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

22 Yea, I hate them right sore: even as though they were mine enemies.

23 Try me, O God, and seek the ground of my heart prove me, and examine my thoughts. 24 Look well if there be any way of wickedness in me and lead me in the way everlasting.


PSALM CXL. Eripe me, Domine.

ELIVER me, O Lord, from the evil man : and preserve me from the wicked man. 2 Who imagine mischief in their hearts: and stir up strife all the day long.

3 They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent: adder's poison is under their lips.

4 Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the ungodly preserve me from the wicked men, who are purposed to overthrow my goings.

5 The proud have laid a snare for me, and spread a net abroad with cords: yea, and set traps in my way.

6 I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God: hear the voice of my prayers, O Lord.

7 O Lord God, thou strength of my health : thou hast covered my head in the day of battle. 8 Let not the ungodly have his desire, O Lord: let not his mischievous imagination prosper, lest they be too proud.

9 Let the mischief of their own lips fall upon the head of them that compass me about.


10 Let hot burning coals fall upon them let them be cast into the fire, and into the pit, that they never rise up again.

11 A man full of words shall not prosper upon the earth evil shall hunt the wicked person to overthrow him.

12 Sure I am that the Lord will avenge the poor and maintain the cause of the helpless. 13 The righteous also shall give thanks unto thy Name and the just shall continue in thy sight.

PSALM CXLI. Domine, clamavi.

LORD, I call upon thee, haste thee unto me: and consider my voice when I cry unto thee. 2 Let my prayer be set forth in thy sight as the incense and let the lifting up of my hands be an evening sacrifice.


3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth and keep the door of my lips.

40 let not mine heart be inclined to any evil thing: let me not be occupied in ungodly works with the men that work wickedness, lest I eat of such things as please them.

5 Let the righteous rather smite me friendly: and reprove me.

6 But let not their precious balms break my head: yea, I will pray yet against their wickedness.

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