TONE 7.

In the evening, and morning, and at noon-day will I pray*, and that instantly: and he shall heár my voice.

It is he that hath delivered my soul in peace* from the battle that was against me: for there were many with me.

Yea, even God, that endureth for ever*, shall heár me, and bring them down for they will not turn, nor fear God.

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He laid his hands upon such as be at peace with him and he bráke his cóvěnant.

The words of his mouth were softer than butter*, having war in his heart his words were smoother than oil*, and yet bě they véry swords.

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O cast thy burden upon the Lord*, and he shall nourish thee and shall not suffer the righteous to fall för éver.

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And as for them thou, O God, shalt bring them into the pít of destruction.

The blood-thirsty and deceitful men shall not live out half their days: nevertheless, my trúst shall be in thee, O Lord.

THE ELEVENTH DAY.

Morning Prayer.

PSALM lvi. Miserere mei, Deus.

TONE 2.

BE merciful unto me, O God*, for man goeth about to devoúr me he is daily fighting, and troubling me.

Mine enemies are daily in hand to swallow me up : for they be many that fight against me*, O thoú most Híghest.

Nevertheless, though I am sómetime afraid yet put I my trust in thee.

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.

They daily mistake my words: all that they imagine is to dó mě évil.

They hold all together, and keep themselves close: and mark my steps, when they lay wait for my soul. Shall they escape for their wíckědness: thou, O God, in thy displeasure shalt cast them down.

Thou tellest my flittings*; put my tears into thy bottle are not these things noted in thy book?

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Whensoever I call upon thee*, then shall mine enemies be put to flight this I know*; for God is on my side.

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TONE 2.

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In God's word will I rejoice in the Lord's word will I comfort me.

Yea, in God have I put my trust: I will not be afraid what mán can do unto me.

Unto thee, O God, will I pay my vows: unto theé will I give thanks.

For thou hast delivered my soul from death*, and my feet from falling: that I may walk before Gód in the light of thě líving.

PSALM lvii. Miserere mei, Deus.

(EASTER DAY. MORN.)

TONE 5.

BE 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 týranny bě over-past.

I will call unto the most high God: even unto the God that shall perform the cause which I have in hand.

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He shall send from heaven and save me from the reproof of hím that would eat me up.

God shall send forth his mercy and truth: my soúl is among líons.

And I lie even among the children of men, that

TONE 5.

are set on fire whose teeth are spears and arrows *, and their tongue ǎ sharp sword.

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Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens and thy glóry ǎbove all the earth.

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.

My heart is fixed, O God*, my heart is fixed: I will sing, and give praise.

Awake up, my glory*; awake, lute and harp : I myself will ǎwake right early.

I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, among the people and I will sing unto theé among the nátions.

For the greatness of thy mercy reacheth unto the heavens and thy truth unto the clouds.

Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens and thy glory above all the earth.

ARE your minds set upon righteousness, O ye congregation and do ye judge the thing that is ríght, O yě sons of men?

TONE 8.

Yea, ye imagine míschief in your heart upon the earth and your hands deal with wickedness. :

The ungodly are froward, even from their mother's womb as soon as they are born, they go ăstray, and speak líes.

They are as venomous as the poison of a serpent: even like the deaf ádder that stoppĕth her eárs;

Which refuseth to hear the voice of the charmer : charm he névěr so wisely.

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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, lét them bě rooted out.

Let them consume away like a snail*, and be like the untimely fruit of a woman: and let them not seé the sun.

Or ever your pots be made hot with thorns: so let indignation vex him*, éven as a thing that is ráw.

The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance he shall wash his footsteps in the blood of the ungodly.

So that a man shall say*, Verily there is a reward for the righteous doubtless there is a Gód that judgěth the earth.