TONE 7.

hast thou forgóttěn me why go I thus heavily*, while the enemy oppréssěth me?

My bones are smitten asunder as with a sword : while mine enemies that trouble me* cást mě in thě teeth;

Namely, while they say daily unto me: Whére is nów thy God?

Why art thou so véxěd, O my soul: and why art thou so disquíetěd withín me?

O put thy trúst in God: for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my coúntenănce*, *, and my Gód.

PSALM xliii. Judica me, Deus.

TONE 1.

GIVE sentence with me, O God*, and defend my cause against the ungodly people : O deliver me from the deceitful and wicked man.

For thou art the God of my strength*, why hast thou put me from thee: and why go I so heavily*, while the enemy oppréssĕth me?

O send out thy light and thy truth*, that they may lead me and bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy dwelling.

And that I may go unto the altar of God*, even

TONE 1.

unto the God of my joy and gladness: and upon the harp will I give thanks unto theé*, Ŏ Gód, my God.

Why art thou so heávy, O my soul: and why art thou so disquieted withín me?

O put thy trust in God: for I will yet give him thanks, which is the help of my coúntenănce*, and my Gód.

THE NINTH DAY.

Morning Prayer.

PSALM xliv. Deus, auribus.

TONE 3.

WE have heard with our ears, O God*, our fathers have told us what thou hast done in their time of

old;

How thou hast driven out the heathen with thy hand*, and planted thém in: how thou hast destroyed the nations, and cast them out.

For they gat not the land in possession through their own sword: neither was it their own arm that hélped them;

But thy right hand, and thíne arm, and the light

TONE 8.

of thy countenance: because thou hadst a fávoŭr unto them.

Thou art my King, O God : send hélp unto Jácob. Through thee will we overthrów our éněmies: and in thy Name will we tread them under*, that ríse up against us.

For I will not trust in my bow: it is not my swórd that shall help me ;

But it is thoú that savest us from our éněmies : and puttest them to confúsion that háte us.

We make our boast of God all day long and will praise thy Name for ever.

But now thou art far off, and púttest us to confúsion and goest not forth with our ármies.

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Thou makest us to turn our bácks upon our énĕmies so that they which háte us spoíl our goods.

Thou lettest us be eátěn up like sheep : and hast scáttered us among the heathen.

Thou sellest thy people for nought: and takest no money for them.

Thou makest us to be rebúked of our neighbours : to be laughed to scorn, and had in derision* of thém that are round ǎbout us.

Thou makest us to be a by-word among the heathen and that the people shake their heads ǎt

us.

My confusion is daíly before me and the sháme. of my face hath covered me;

TONE 3.

For the voice of the slanderer and blasphemer : for the enemy and avénger.

And though all this be come upon us, yét do we not forgét thee: nor behave ourselves frówardly in thy cóvěnant.

Our heart is not turned back: neither our steps gone out of thy way;

No, not when thou hast smitten us into the place of dragons and covered us with the shadow of death.

If we have forgotten the Name of our God*, and holden up our hands to any stránge god shall not God search it out*? for he knoweth the

of the heart.

very sécrěts

For thy sake also are we killed all the day long : and are counted as sheep appointěd to be slaín.

Up, Lord, why sleépěst thou: awake, and be not ábsent from us for ever.

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Wherefore híděst thou thy face and forgettest our mísery and trouble?

For our soul is brought low*, éven unto the dúst: our belly cleáveth unto the ground.

Arise, and help us and deliver us for thy mércy's sake.

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PSALM XlV. Eructavit cor meum.

(CHRISTMAS DAY. MORN.)

TONE 6.

My heart is indíting of a good matter: I speak of the things which I have máde unto the Kíng.

My tongue is the pen : of a ready writer.

Thou art fairer than the children of men: full of grace are thy lips*, because God hath bléssed thee for éver.

Gird thee with thy sword upon thy thigh*, O thoú most Mighty according to thy wórship and renown.

Good luck have thou with thine honour ride on, because of the word of truth, of meekness, and righteousness; and thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things.

Thy arrows are very sharp*, and the people shall be subdued unto thee: even in the midst among the King's éněmies.

Thy seat, O God, endúreth for ever the sceptre of thy kingdom is a right sceptre.

Thou hast loved righteousness *, and hated iníquìty : wherefore God, even thy God*, hath anointed thee with the oil of gládness above thy féllows.

All thy garments smell of myrrh, aloes, and cassia : out of the ivory palaces*, whereby they have máde thee glad.

Kings' daughters were among thy honourable women: upon thy right hand did stand the queen'

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