TONE 7.

when one breáketh and heweth wood úpon the earth.

But mine eyes look unto thee, O Lord God : in thee is my trust*, O cást not out my soul.

Keep me from the snáre that they hăve laid for me : and from the traps of the wicked doers.

Let the ungodly fall into their own nets together : and let me évěr escape them.

Evening Prayer. Psalm cxlii. Voce mea ad Dominum. I CRIED unto the Lord with my voice : yea, even unto the Lord did I make my supplication.

I poured out my complaints before him : and shéwed him of my trouble.

When my spirit was in heaviness thou knewest my path : in the way wherein I walked have they privily laid å snáre for me.

I looked also upon my right hand : and saw there was nó man thăt would know me.

I had no place to flee unto : and no man cared for my soul.

I cried unto theé, O Lord, and said : Thou art my hope and my portion * in the land of the living.

Consíděr my complaint : for I am brought very lów.

O deliver me from my persěcŭtors : for they are too strong for me.

laint : land óf the Thou art my

TONE 7.

Bring my soul out of prison*, that I may give thanks unto thy Name : which thing if thou wilt grant me*, then shall the righteous resort unto mý cómpăny.

HEAR my prayer, O Lord*, and consider my děsire : heárken unto me for thy truth and righteoŭsness' sake.

And enter not into júdgment with thy servant : for in thy sight shall nó man living be justified.

For the enemy hath persecuted my soul* ; he hath smítten my life down to the ground : he hath laid me in the darkness*, as the men that hăve been lóng deád.

Therefore is my spirit véxěd within me : and my heárt within me is désolate. •

Yet do I remember the time past*; I múse upon all thy works : yea, I éxercise myself in the works of thy hands.

I stretch forth my hands unto thee : my soul gáspeth unto thee as å thírstý land.

Hear me, O Lord, and that soon *, for my spirit

TONE 3.

waxeth faint : hide not thy face from me*, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

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 unto theé.

Deliver me, O Lord, from mine éněmies : for I flee unto thee to híde me.

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 ríghteoŭsness.

Quícken, me, O Lord, for thy Náme's sake : and for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.

And of thy goodness sláy mine éněmies : and destroy all them that vex my soul*; for I ăn thý sérvant.

THE THIRTIETH DAY.

Morning Prayer.
Psalm cxliv. Benedictus Dominus.

TONE 5.

BLESSED be the Lord my strength : who teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight;

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My hope and my fortress, my castle and deliverer*, my defender in whom I trust : who subdúeth iny people that is únděr me.

Lord, whát is man, that thou hast such respect unto him : or the son of mán, that thou so régárdest him?

Man is like a thing of nought : his time passeth away like ă shadow.

Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down : touch the mountains, and they shall smóke.

Cast forth thy lightning, and tear thèm : shoot out thine arrows, and consume them.

Send down thine hand from ăbove : deliver me, and take me out of the great waters *, from the hánd of stránge chíldren ;

Whose mouth talketh of váněty : and their right hand is a right hand of wickedness.

I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: and sing praises unto thee upon a ten-stringěd lute.

Thou hast given victory unto kings : and hast delivered David thy servant from the péril of the sword.

Save me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children : whose mouth talketh of vanity *, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity.

That our sons may grow up as the young plants : and that our daughters may be as the polished corners of the temple.

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TONE 5.

That our garners may be full and plenteous with all manner of store : that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousănds in our streets.

That our oxen may be strong to labour, that there be no děcay : no leading into captivity *, and no com. plaining in our streets.

Happy are the people that are in such a case : yea, bléssed are the people who have the Lord for their God.

I WILL magnify thee, O God, my king : and I will praise thy Name for ever and ever.

Every day will I give thanks unto thee : and praise tby Name for evěr and ever.

Great is the Lord and marvellous *, worthy to be praised : there is no end of his greatness.

One generation shall praise thy works unto another : and děcláre thy power.

As for me, I will be talking of thy worship : thy glory, thy praise, and wondrous works;

So that men shall speak of the might of thy márvěllous acts : and I will also tell òf thị greatness.

The memorial of thine abundant kindness shall