17 Let them be ashamed, and confounded together, that seek after my soul to destroy it let them be driven backward, and put to rebuke, that wish me evil. : 18 Let them be desolate, and rewarded with shame : that say unto me, Fie upon thee, fie upon thee. 19 Let all those that seek thee be joyful and glad in thee : and let such as love thy salvation say alway, The Lord be praised. 20 As for me, I am poor and needy but the Lord careth for me. : 21 Thou art my helper and redeemer : make no long tarrying, O my God. Evening Prayer. PSALM 41. Beatus qui intelligit. BLES LESSED is he that considereth the poor and needy: the Lord shall deliver him in the time of trouble. 2 The Lord preserve him, and keep him alive, that he may be blessed upon earth: and deliver not thou him into the will of his enemies. 3 The Lord comfort him, when he lieth sick upon his bed : make thou all his bed in his sickness. 4 I said, Lord, be merciful unto me heal my soul, for I have sinned against thee. 5 Mine enemies speak evil of me : When shall he die, and his name perish ? 6 And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity and his heart conceiveth falsehood within himself, and when he cometh forth he telleth it. 7 All mine enemies whisper together against me: even against me do they imagine this evil. 8 Let the sentence of guiltiness proceed against him and now that he lieth, let him rise up no more. : 9 Yea, even mine own familiar friend, whom I trusted : who did also eat of my bread, hath laid great wait for me. 10 But be thou merciful unto me, O Lord : raise thou me up again, and I shall reward them. 11 By this I know thou favourest me : that mine enemy doth not triumph against me. 12 And when I am in my health, thou upholdest me: and shalt set me before thy face for ever. 13 Blessed be the Lord God of Israel : world without end. Amen. L PSALM 42. Quemadmodum. IKE as the hart desireth the waterbrooks so longeth my soul after thee, O God. 2 My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God: when shall I come to appear before the presence of God? 3 My tears have been my meat day and night while they daily say unto me, Where is now thy God? : 4 Now when I think thereupon, I pour out my heart by myself: for I went with the multitude, and brought them forth into the house of God; 5 In the voice of praise and thanksgiving : among such as keep holy-day. 6 Why art thou so full of heaviness, O O my soul and why art thou so disquieted within me? : 7 Put thy trust in God: for I will yet give him thanks for the help of his countenance. 8 My God, my soul is vexed within me : therefore will I remember thee concerning the land of Jordan, and the little hill of Hermon. 9 One deep calleth another, because of the noise of the water-pipes all thy waves and storms are gone over me. 10 The Lord hath granted his loving-kindness in the day-time: and in the night-season did I sing of him, and made my prayer unto the God of my life. 11 I will say unto the God of my strength, Why hast thou forgotten me: why go I thus heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me? 12 My bones are smitten asunder as with a sword: while mine enemies that trouble me cast me in the teeth; 13 Namely, while they say daily unto me : Where is now thy God? 14 Why art thou so vexed, O my soul : and why art thou so disquieted within me? 15 O put thy trust in God: for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God. PSALM 43. Judica me, Deus. GIVE IVE sentence with me, O God, and defend my cause against the ungodly people : O deliver me from the deceitful and wicked man. 2 For thou art the God of my strength, why hast thou put me from thee: and why go I so heavily, while the enemy oppress eth me? 3 O send out thy light and thy truth, that they may lead me: and bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy dwelling. 4 And that I may go unto the altar of God, even unto the God of my joy and gladness : and upon the harp will I give thanks unto thee, O God, my God. : 5 Why art thou so heavy, O my soul : and why art thou so disquieted within me? 6 O put thy trust in God: for I will yet give him thanks, which is the help of my countenance, and my God. F Morning Prayer. PSALM 44. Deus, auribus. E have heard with our ears, O God, WE our fathers have told us: what thou hast done in their time of old; 2 How thou hast driven out the heathen with thy hand, and planted them in: how thou hast destroyed the nations, and cast them out. 3 For they gat not the land in possession through their own sword : neither was it their own arm that helped them; 4 But thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance: because thou hadst a favour unto them. 5 Thou art my King, O God: send help unto Jacob. 6 Through thee will we overthrow our enemies and in thy Name will we tread them under, that rise up against us. 7 For I will not trust in my bow : it is not my sword that shall help me; 8 But it is thou that savest us from our enemies and puttest them to confusion that hate us. : 9 We make our boast of God all day long : and will praise thy Name for ever. 10 But now thou art far off, and puttest us to confusion and goest not forth with our armies. : |