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Psalm cxl. Eripe me, Domine. DELIVER me, O Lord, from the evil man ;
and preserve me from the wicked man; 2 Who imagine mischief in their hearts, and stir up strife all the day long.
3 They have sharpened their tongues like serpent; adder's poison is under their lips.
4 Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the ungodly; preserve me from the wicked men, who are purposed to overthrow my goings.
5 The proud have laid a snare for me, and spread a net abroad with cords; yea, and set traps
my way. 6 I said unto the LORD, Thou art my God, hear the voice of my prayers, O LORD.
7 0 LORD God, thou strength of my health ; thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.
8 Let not the ungodly have his desire, 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 compass me about.
10 Let hot burning coals fall upon them; let them be cast into the fire, and into the pit, that they never rise up again.
11 A man full of words shall not prosper upon
the earth : evil shall hunt the wicked person to overthrow him.
12 Sure I am that the LORD will avenge the poor, and maintain the cause of the helpless.
13 The righteous also shall give thanks unto thy Name; and the just shall continue in thy sight.
Psalm cxli. Domine, clamavi. LORD, I call upon thee; haste thee uinto
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 evening sacrifice.
3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth, and keep the door of my lips.
4 0 let not mine heart be incliried to any evil 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 reprove me.
6 But let not their precious balms break my head; yea, I will pray yet against their wickedness.
7 Let their judges be overthrown in stony places, that they may hear my words; for they are sweet.
8 Our bones lie scattered before the pit, like as when one breaketh and heweth wood upon 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 wicked doers,
11 Let the ungodly fall into their own nets together, and let me ever 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.
2 I poured out my complaints before him, and showed 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
5 I had no place to flee unto, and no man cared for
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 complaint; for I am brought
. 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 unto thy Name; which thing if thou wilt grant me, then shall the righteous resort unto my company.
Psalm cxliii. Domine, exaudı. HEAR my prayer, O Lord, and consider
my desire; hearken unto me for thy truth and righteousness' sake.
2 And enter not into judgment 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 liie 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 within me, and my heart within 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 unto thee; my soul gaspeth unto thee as a thirsty land. a Hear me, O Lord, and that soon ;
my spirit waxeth faint: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
3 O let me hear thy loving-kindness betimes in the morning; for in thee is my trust : show thou me the way that I should walk in; for I lift
up my soul unto thee.
9 Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies; for I flee unto 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 righteous11 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.
THE THIRTIETH DAY.
Morning Prayer. Psalm cxliv. Benedictus Dominus. BLESSED be the Lord my strength, 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 under me.
3 LORD, what is man, that thou hast such respect unto him! or the son of man, that thou so regardest him!
4 Man is like a thing of nought; his time passeth away like a shadow.
5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth thy lighịning, and tear them; shoot out thine arrows, and consume them.
7 Send down thine hand from above; deliver me, and take me out of the great waters, from the hand of strange children;
8 Whose mouth talketh of vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of wickedness.