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Evening Prayer.

Psalm Ixix. Salvum me fac. (GOOD FRIDAY. EVEN.)

TONE 2.

Save me, O God : for the waters are come in, éven unto my soul.

I stick fast in the deep mire, where no ground is : I am come into deep waters, so that the floods run over me. · I am weary of crying* ; my throat is dry : my sight faileth me for waiting so long upon my God.

They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head : they that are mine enemies, and would destroy me guíltless, are mighty.

I paid them the things that I never took : God, thou knowest my simpleness*, and my faults are not hid from thee.

Let not them that trust in theé, O Lord God of hosts, be ashamed for my cause : let not those that seek thee be confounded through me*, O Lord God of Isrăel.

And why*? for thý sake have I suffered reproof : shame hath covered my face.

I am become a stranger unto my brethren : even an alien unto my mother's children.

For the zeal of thine house hath even eaten mě : and the rebukes of them that rebuked thee* are fallen ŭpon me.

TONE 2.

I wept, and chastened myself with fasting : and that was turned to my reproof.

I put on sackcloth also : and they jested úpon me.

They that sit in the gate speak against mě : and the drunkards make songs ůpon me. ,

But, Lord, I make my prayer unto thee : in an accéptăble time.

Hear me, O God, in the multitude of thy mercy : even in the truth of thy sălvátion.

Take me out of the mire, that I sink not : O let me be delivered from them that hate me*, and out of the deep wáters.

Let not the water-flood drown me*, neither let the deep swallow me up : and let not the pit shut her mouth ủpon me.

Hear me, O Lord*, for thy loving-kindness is comfortăble : turn thee unto me according to the múltitude of thy mércies.

And hide not thy face from thy servant*, for I am in trouble : 0 háste thee, ånd heár me.

Draw nigh unto my soul, and save it : 0 deliver me, because of mine eněmies.

Thou hast known my reproof, my shame, and my dishonour : mine adversaries are all in thy sight.

Thy rebuke hath broken my heart* ; I am full of héavěness : I looked for some to have pity on me, but there was no man*, neither found I any to comfort me.

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They gave me gall to eat : and when I was thirsty

Let their table be made a snare to take themsélves withal : and let the things that should have been for their wealth* be unto them an occasion of fálling.

Let their eyes be blinded, that they seé not : and ever bow thou down their backs.

Pour out thine indignation upon them : and let thy wrathful displeasure take hold of them.

Let their habitation be void : and nó man to dwell in their tents.

For they persecute him whom thoú hast smitten : and they talk how they may véx them whom thou hăst wounded.

Let them fall from one wickedness to another : and not come into thy righteoúsness.

Let them be wiped out of the book of the living : and not be written among the righteous.

As for me*, when I am poor and in heávăness : thy help, O God, shall lift me up.

I will praise the Name of God with a song : and mágnify it with thanksgiving.

This also shall please the Lord : better than a bul. lock that hath horns and hoofs.

The humble shall consider this, and be glad : seek ye after God *, and your soul shall live.

For the Lord heareth the poor : and despíseth not his prisoners.

TONE 2.

Let heaven and earth praise him : the sea, and all that móvěth therein.

For God will save Sion, and build the cities of Judah : that man may dwell there, and háve it in possession.

The postérity also of his servants shall inherit ît : and they that love his Name shall dwell therein.

PSALM lxx. Deus in adjutorium.

TONE 7.

HASTE thee, O God, to dělíver me : make haste to help me, O Lord.

Let them be ashamed and confounded that seek after my soul : let them be turned backward and put to confúsion * that wish me evil.

Let them for their reward be soon brought to shame : that cry over mě, There, thére.

But let all those that seek thee be joyful ănd glad in thee : and let all such as delight in thy salvation * say alway, Thě Lord be praised.

As for me, I am poor and in misery : háste thee unto me, O Gód.

Thou art my hélper, and my redeemer : 0 Lord, make no long tárrýing.

THE FOURTEENTH DAY.

Morning Prayer. Psalm lxxi. In te, Domine, speravi. (VISITATION OF SICK.)

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In thee, O Lord, have I put my trust*, let me never be put to confusion : but rid me, and deliver me, in thy righteousness* ; incline thine eárunto , and sáve me.

Be thou my strong hold, whereunto I may alway resort : thou hast promised to help me*, for thou art my house of defence, and my castle.

Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the ungódly : out of the hand of the unrighteous ånd crúel man.

For thoú, O Lord God, art the thing that I lóng for : thou art my hope*, éven from my youth.

Through thee have I been holden up ever since I was born : thou art he that took me out of my mother's womb*; my praise shall be always of theé.

I am become as it were a monster unto mány : but my sure trust is in theé.

O let my mouth be filled with thy praise : that I may sing of thy glory and honour all thě day long.

Cast me not away in the time of age : forsake me not when my strength faileth me.

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