25 The blood-thirsty and deceitful men shall not live out half their days: nevertheless, my trust shall be in thee, O Lord. BE THE ELEVENTH DAY. Morning Prayer. Psalm lvi. Miserere mei, Deus. E merciful unto me, O God, for man goeth about to devour me; he is daily fighting, and troubling me. 2 Mine enemies are daily in hand to swallow me up; for they be many that fight against me, O thou Most Highest. 3 Nevertheless, though I am sometime afraid, yet put I my trust in thee. 4 I will praise God, because of his word: I have put my trust in God, and will not fear what flesh can do unto me. 5 They daily mistake my words; all that they imagine is to do me evil. 6 They hold all together, and keep themselves close, and mark my steps, when they lay wait for my soul. 7 Shall they escape for their wickedness? thou, O God, in thy displeasure shalt cast them down. 8 Thou tellest my wanderings: put my tears into thy bottle are not these things noted in thy book? 9 Whensoever I call upon thee, then shall mine enemies be put to flight: this I know; for God is on my side. 10 In God's word will I rejoice; in the LORD'S word will I comfort me. 11 Yea, in God have I put my trust; I will not be afraid what man can do unto me. 12 Unto thee, O God, will I pay my vows; unto thee will I give thanks. 13 For thou hast delivered my soul from death, and my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living. BE Psalm lvii. Miserere mei, Deus. E merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me; for my soul trusteth in thee; and under the shadow of thy wings shall be my refuge, until this tyranny be overpast. 2 I will call unto the most high God, even unto the God that shall perform the cause which I have in hand. 3 He shall send from heaven, and save me from the reproof of him that would eat me up. 4 God shall send forth his mercy and truth: my soul is among lions. 5 And I lie even among the children of men, that are set on fire, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword. 6 Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens; and thy glory above all the earth. 7 They have laid a net for my feet, and pressed down my soul; they have digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the midst of it themselves. 8 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed; 1 will sing and give praise. 9 Awake up, my glory; awake, lute and harp: I myself will awake right early. 10 I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, among the people; and I will sing unto thee among the nations. 11 For the greatness of thy mercy reacheth unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds. 12 Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens; and thy glory above all the earth. Psalm lviii. Si vere utique. ARE your minds set upon righteousness, O ye congregation? and do ye judge the thing that is right, O ye sons of men? 2 Yea, ye imagine mischief in your heart upon the earth, and your hands deal with wickedness. 3 The ungodly are froward, even from their mother's womb; as soon as they are born, they go astray, and speak lies. 4 They are as venomous as the poison of a serpent, even like the deaf adder, that stoppeth her ears; 5 Which refuseth to hear the voice of the charmer, charm he never so wisely. 6 Break their teeth, O God, in their mouths; smite the jaw-bones of the lions, O LORD: let them fall away like water that runneth apace; and when they shoot their arrows let them be rooted out. 7 Let them consume away like a snail, and be like the untimely fruit of a woman; and let them not see the sun. 8 Or ever your pots be made hot with thorns, so let indignation vex him, even as a thing that is raw. 9 The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance; he shall wash his footsteps in the blood of the ungodly. 10 So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous; doubtless there is a God that judgeth the earth. D Evening Prager. Psalm lix. Eripe me de inimicis. ELIVER me from mine enemies, O God; defend me from them that rise up against me. 2 O deliver me from the wicked doers, and save me from the blood-thirsty men. 3 For lo, they lie waiting for my soul; the mighty men are gathered against me, without any offence or fault of me, O LORD. 4 They run and prepare themselves without my fault; arise thou therefore to help me, and behold. 5 Stand up, O LORD God of hosts, thou God of Israel, to visit all the heathen, and be not merciful unto them that offend of malicious wickedness. 6 They go to and fro in the evening, they grin like a dog, and run about through the city. 7 Behold, they speak with their mouth, and swords are in their lips; for who doth hear? 8 But thou, O LORD, shalt have them in derision, and thou shalt laugh all the heathen to scorn. 9 My strength will I ascribe unto thee; for thou art the God of my refuge. 10 God showeth me his goodness plenteously; and God shall let me see my desire upon mine enemies. 11 Slay them not, lest my people forget it; but scatter them abroad among the people, and put them down, O Lord our defence. 12 For the sin of their mouth, and for the words of their lips, they shall be taken in their pride: and why? their preaching is of cursing and lies. 13 Consume them in thy wrath, consume them, that they may perish; and know that it is God that ruleth in Jacob, and unto the ends of the world. 14 And in the evening they will return, grin like a dog, and will go about the city. 15 They will run here and there for meat, and grudge if they be not satisfied. 16 As for me, I will sing of thy power, and will praise thy mercy betimes in the morning; for thou hast been my defence and refuge in the day of my trouble. 17 Unto thee, O my strength, will I sing; for thou, O God, art my refuge, and my merciful God. Psalm lx. Deus, repulisti nos. GOD, thou hast cast us out, and scattered us abroad; thou hast also been displeased: O turn thee unto us again. 2 Thou hast moved the land, and divided it: heal the sores thereof, for it shaketh. 3 Thou hast showed thy people heavy things; thou hast given us a drink of deadly wine. 4 Thou hast given a token for such as fear thee, that they may triumph because of the truth. 5 Therefore were thy beloved delivered: help me with thy right hand, and hear me. 6 God hath spoken in his holiness, I will rejoice, and divide Sichem, and mete out the valley of Succoth. 7 Gilead is mine, and Manasses is mine; Ephraim also is the strength of my head; Judah is my lawgiver; 8 Moab is my wash-pot; over Edom will I cast out my shoe; Philistia, be thou glad of me. 9 Who will lead me into the strong city? who will bring me into Edom? 10 Hast not thou cast us out, O God? wilt not thou, O God, go out with our hosts? 11 O be thou our help in trouble; for vain is the help of man. |