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PSALM CXXXVIII. Confitebor tibi.

WILL give thanks unto thee, O Lord, with my whole heart: Even before the gods will I sing praise un-to 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, a-bove all things.

3 When I called upon thee, thou heard-est 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 glo-ry of the Lord.

6 For though the Lord be high, yet hath he respect un-to the lowly:

As for the proud, he be-hold-eth them afar off.

7 Though I walk in the midst of trouble, yet shalt thou re-fresh-me:

Thou shalt stretch forth thy hand upon the furiousness of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall saveme. 8 The Lord shall make good his loving-kind-ness toward、me : Yea, thy mercy, O Lord, endureth for ever; despise not then the works of thine own hands.

DAY 29.]

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 be-fore.

2 Thou art about my path, and a-bout 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 al-to-gether.

4 Thou hast fashioned me behind and be-fore:

And laid thine hand up-on、me.

5 Such knowledge is too wonderful and excellent for me : I cannot at-tain un-toit.

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:

And remain in the utter-most parts of the sea; 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 a-like.

12 For my reins are thine :

Thou hast covered me in my mo-ther'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 be-neath in the earth.

15 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being im-perfect : And in thy book were all my mem-bers 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-thirst-y men.
20 For they speak un-righteously a-gainst 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 a-gainst 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 mine heart : Prove me, and ex-amine my thoughts.

24 Look well if there be any way of wicked-ness inme : And lead me in the way ev-er-lasting.

DELIVER

PSALM CXL. Eripe me, Domine.

ELIVER me, O Lord, from the e-vil man :
And preserve me from the wick-ed 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 un-godly :

Preserve me from the wicked men, who are purposed to o-ver-throw my goings.

5 The proud have laid a snare for me, and spread a net a-broad 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 de-sire, 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 com-pass me a-bout.

10 Let hot burning coals fall up-on them :

Let them be cast into the fire, and into the pit, that they never rise up a-gain.

11 A man full of words shall not prosper up-on the earth: Evil shall hunt the wicked person to o-ver-throw.him. 12 Sure I am that the Lord will a-venge the poor:

And main-tain the cause of the helpless.

13 The righteous also shall give thanks un-to thy Name: And the just shall con-ti-nue in thy sight.

PSALM CXLI. Domine, clamavi.

LORD, I call upon thee, haste thee un-to-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 even-ing sacrifice 3 Set a watch, O Lord, be-fore my mouth :

And keep the door of my lips.

4 O let not mine heart be inclined to any e-vil 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 re-prove、me.

6 But let not their precious balms break my head:
Yea, I will pray yet a-gainst their wickedness.
7 Let their judges be overthrown in sto-ny places:
That they may hear my words, for they are sweet.

8 Our bones lie scattered be-fore the pit :

Like as when one breaketh and heweth wood up-on 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 wick-ed doers :

11 Let the ungodly fall into their own nets to-gether: And let me ever es-cape them.

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CRIED unto the Lord with my voice:

Yea, even unto the Lord did I make my sup-pli-cation. 2 I poured out my com-plaints be-fore 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 un-to:

And no man car-ed 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 com-plaint:

For I am brought ve-ry low.

8 O deliver me from my persecutors:

For they are too strong for me.

9 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks, un-to thy Name:

Which thing if thou wilt grant me, then shall the righteous re-sort un-to my company.

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PSALM CXLIII. Domine, exaudi.

EAR my prayer, O Lord, and consider my de-sire :
Hearken unto me for thy truth and righteous-ness' 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 with-in-me:

And my heart with-in 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 un-to thee:

My soul gaspeth unto thee as a thirs-ty land.

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

8 O 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 un-to thee.

9 Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies :

For I flee un-to 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.

DAY 30.]

Morning Prayer.

PSALM CXLIV. Benedictus Dominus.

LESSED be the Lord my strength :

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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 un-der me.

3 Lord, what is man, that thou hast such respect un-to him : Or the son of man, that thou so re-gard-est him?

4 Man is like a thing of nought:

His time passeth a-way 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 ar-rows, and con-sume them.

7 Send down thine hand from a-bove:

Deliver me, and take me out of the great waters, from the hand of strange children;