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7 Let their judges be overthrown in stony places that they may hear my words, for they are sweet.

8 Our bones lie scattered before the pit like as when one breaketh and heweth wood upon the earth.

9 But mine eyes look unto thee, O Lord God: in thee is my trust, O cast not out my soul.

10 Keep me from the snare that they have laid for me and from the traps of the wicked doers.

11 Let the ungodly fall into their own nets together and let me ever escape them.

Evening Prayer.

PSALM CXLII. Voce mea ad Dominum.

CRIED unto the Lord with my voice: yea, even unto the Lord did I make my supplication.

2 I poured out my complaints before him : and shewed him of my trouble.

3 When my spirit was in heaviness thou knewest my path in the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.


4 I looked also upon my right hand and saw there was no man that would know me.

5 I had no place to flee unto: and no man cared for my soul.

6 I cried unto thee, O Lord, and said: Thou art my hope, and my portion in the land of the living.

7 Consider my complaint: for I am brought very low.

80 deliver me from my persecutors: for they are too strong for me.

9 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto thy Name: which thing if thou wilt grant me, then shall the righteous resort unto my company.

PSALM CXLIII. Domine, exaudi.

HEAR my prayer, O Lord, and consider my desire hearken unto me for thy truth and righteousness' sake.

2 And enter not into judgement with thy servant for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.

3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground: he hath laid me in the darkness, as the men that have been long dead.

4 Therefore is my spirit vexed within me : and my heart within me is desolate.

5 Yet do I remember the time past; I muse upon all thy works: yea, I exercise myself in the works of thy hands.

6 I stretch forth my hands unto thee my soul gaspeth unto thee as a thirsty land.

7 Hear me, O Lord, and that soon, for my spirit waxeth faint hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

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8 0 let me hear thy loving-kindness betimes in the morning, for in thee is my trust: shew thou me the way that I should walk in, for I lift up my soul unto thee.

9 Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies : for I flee unto thee to hide me.

10 Teach me to do the thing that pleaseth thee, for thou art my God let thy loving Spirit lead me forth into the land of righteousness.

11 Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Name's sake and for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.


12 And of thy goodness slay mine enemies : and destroy all them that vex my soul; for I am thy servant.


Morning Prayer.

PSALM CXLIV. Benedictus Dominus. LESSED be the Lord my strength who teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight;

2 My hope and my fortress, my castle and deliverer, my defender in whom I trust: who subdueth my people that is under me.

3 Lord, what is man, that thou hast such respect unto him or the son of man, that thou so regardest him?

4 Man is like a thing of nought his time passeth away like a shadow.

5 Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

6 Cast forth thy lightning, and tear them : shoot out thine arrows, and consume them.

7 Send down thine hand from above: deliver me, and take me out of the great waters, from the hand of strange children;

8 Whose mouth talketh of vanity and their right hand is a right hand of wickedness.

9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: and sing praises unto thee upon a ten-stringed lute. 10 Thou hast given victory unto kings and hast delivered David thy servant from the peril of the sword.

11 Save me, and deliver me from the hand of

strange children: whose mouth talketh of vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity. 12 That our sons may grow up as the young plants and that our daughters may be as the polished corners of the temple.

13 That our garners may be full and plenteous with all manner of store that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets.

14 That our oxen may be strong to labour, that there be no decay: no leading into captivity, and no complaining in our streets.

15 Happy are the people that are in such a case: yea, blessed are the people who have the Lord for their God.


PSALM CXLV. Exaltabo te, Deus.

WILL magnify thee, O God, my King: and I will praise thy Name for ever and ever. 2 Every day will I give thanks unto thee: and praise thy Name for ever and ever.

3 Great is the Lord, and marvellous, worthy to be praised: there is no end of his greatness. 4 One generation shall praise thy works unto another and declare thy power.

5 As for me, I will be talking of thy worship: thy glory, thy praise, and wondrous works;

6 So that men shall speak of the might of thy marvellous acts and I will also tell of thy greatness.

7 The memorial of thine abundant kindness shall be shewed and men shall sing of thy righteousness.

8 The Lord is gracious, and merciful : longsuffering, and of great goodness.

9 The Lord is loving unto every man and his mercy is over all his works.


10 All thy works praise thee, O Lord and thy saints give thanks unto thee.

11 They shew the glory of thy kingdom : and talk of thy power;

12 That thy power, thy glory, and mightiness of thy kingdom: might be known unto men.

13 Thy kingdom is an everlasting kingdom: and thy dominion endureth throughout all ages. 14 The Lord upholdeth all such as fall: and lifteth up all those that are down.

15 The eyes of all wait upon thee, O Lord : and thou givest them their meat in due season. 16 Thou openest thine hand and fillest all things living with plenteousness.


17 The Lord is righteous in all his ways: and holy in all his works.

18 The Lord is nigh unto all them that call upon him yea, all such as call upon him faithfully.

19 He will fulfil the desire of them that fear him he also will hear their cry, and will help them.


20 The Lord preserveth all them that love him but scattereth abroad all the ungodly. 21 My mouth shall speak the praise of the Lord and let all flesh give thanks unto his holy Name for ever and ever.


PSALM CXLVI. Lauda, anima mea.

RAISE the Lord, O my soul; while I live will I praise the Lord: yea, as long as I have any being, I will sing praises unto my God.

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