The Psalter or Psalms of David
The Eleventh Day.
Morning Prayer.
Psalm 56. Miserere mei, Deus.
BE merciful unto me, O God, for man goeth about to devour me;
* he is daily fighting, and troubling me.
2 Mine enemies are daily at hand to swallow me up; * for they
be many that fight against me, O thou Most Highest.
3 Nevertheless, though I am sometime afraid, * yet put I my trust
in thee.
4 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.
5 They daily mistake my words; * all that they imagine is to
do me evil.
6 They hold all together, and keep themselves close, * and mark
my steps, when they lay wait for my soul.
7 Shall they escape for their wickedness? * thou, O God, in thy
displeasure shalt cast them down.
8 Thou tellest my wanderings; put my tears into thy bottle: *
are not these things noted in thy book?
9 Whensoever I call upon thee, then shall mine enemies be put
to flight: * this I know; for God is on my side.
10 In God's word will I rejoice; * in the LORD'S word will I
comfort me.
11 Yea, in God have I put my trust; * I will not be afraid what
man can do unto me.
12 Unto thee, O God, will I pay my vows; * unto thee will I give
thanks.
13 For thou hast delivered my soul from death, and my feet from
falling, * that I may walk before God in the light of the living.
Psalm 57. Miserere mei, Deus.
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 tyranny be overpast.
2 I will call unto the Most High God, * even unto the God that
shall perform the cause which I have in hand.
3 He shall send from heaven, * and save me from the reproof of
him that would eat me up.
4 God shall send forth his mercy and truth: * my soul is among
lions;
5 And I lie even among the children of men, that are set on fire,
* whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp
sword.
6 Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens; * and thy glory above
all the earth.
7 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.
8 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed; * I will sing
and give praise.
9 Awake up, my glory; awake, lute and harp: * I myself will awake
right early.
10 I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, among the peoples; *
and I will sing unto thee among the nations.
11 For the greatness of thy mercy reacheth unto the heavens,
* and thy truth unto the clouds.
12 Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens; * and thy glory
above all the earth.
Psalm 58. Si vere utique.
ARE your minds set upon righteousness, O ye congregation? * and
do ye judge the thing that is right, O ye sons of men?
2 Yea, ye imagine mischief in your heart upon the earth, * and
your hands deal with wickedness.
3 The ungodly are froward, even from their mother's womb; * as
soon as they are born, they go astray, and speak lies.
4 They are as venomous as the poison of a serpent, * even like
the deaf adder, that stoppeth her ears;
5 Which refuseth to hear the voice of the charmer, * charm he
never so wisely.
6 Break their teeth, O God, in their mouths; * smite the jaw-bones
of the lions, O LORD.
7 Let them fall away like water that runneth apace; * when they
shoot their arrows, let them be rooted out.
8 Let them consume away like a snail, and be like the untimely
fruit of a woman; * and let them not see the sun.
9 Or ever your pots be made hot with thorns, * he shall take
them away with a whirlwind, the green and the burning alike.
10 The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance; *
he shall wash his footsteps in the blood of the ungodly.
11 So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the
righteous; * doubtless there is a God that judgeth the earth.
Evening Prayer.
Psalm 59. Eripe me de inimicis.
DELIVER me from mine enemies, O God; * defend me from them that
rise up against me.
2 O deliver me from the wicked doers, * and save me from the
blood-thirsty men.
3 For lo, they lie waiting for my soul; * the mighty men are
gathered against me, without any offence or fault of me, O LORD.
4 They run and prepare themselves without my fault; * arise thou
therefore to help me, and behold.
5 Stand up, O LORD God of hosts, thou God of Israel, to visit
all the heathen, * and be not merciful unto them that offend
of malicious wickedness.
6 They go to and fro in the evening, * they grin like a dog,
and run about through the city.
7 Behold, they speak with their mouth, and swords are in their
lips; * for who doth hear?
8 But thou, O LORD, shalt have them in derision, * and thou shalt
laugh all the heathen to scorn.
9 My strength will I ascribe unto thee; * for thou art the God
of my refuge.
10 God showeth me his goodness plenteously; * and God shall let
me see my desire upon mine enemies.
11 Slay them not, lest my people forget it; * but scatter them
abroad among the people, and put them down, O Lord our defence.
12 For the sin of their mouth, and for the words of their lips,
they shall be taken in their pride: * and why? their talk is
of cursing and lies.
13 Consume them in thy wrath, consume them, that they may perish;
* and know that it is God that ruleth in Jacob, and unto the
ends of the world.
14 And in the evening they will return, * grin like a dog, and
will go about the city.
15 They will run here and there for meat, * and grudge if they
be not satisfied.
16 As for me, I will sing of thy power, and will praise thy mercy
betimes in the morning; * for thou hast been my defence and refuge
in the day of my trouble.
17 Unto thee, O my strength, will I sing; * for thou, O God,
art my refuge, and my merciful God.
Psalm 60. Deus, repulisti nos.
O GOD, thou hast cast us out, and scattered us abroad; * thou
hast also been displeased: O turn thee unto us again.
2 Thou hast moved the land, and divided it: * heal the sores
thereof, for it shaketh.
3 Thou hast showed thy people heavy things; * thou hast given
us a drink of deadly wine.
4 Thou hast given a token for such as fear thee, * that they
may triumph because of the truth.
5 Therefore were thy beloved delivered; * help me with thy right
hand, and hear me.
6 God hath spoken in his holiness, I will rejoice, and divide
Shechem, * and mete out the valley of Succoth.
7 Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine; * Ephraim also is the
strength of my head; Judah is my law-giver;
8 Moab is my wash-pot; over Edom will I cast out my shoe; * Philistia,
be thou glad of me.
9 Who will lead me into the strong city? * who will bring me
into Edom?
10 Hast not thou cast us out, O God? * wilt not thou, O God,
go out with our hosts?
11 O be thou our help in trouble; * for vain is the help of man.
12 Through God will we do great acts; * for it is he that shall
tread down our enemies.
Psalm 61. Exaudi, Deus.
HEAR my crying, O God, * give ear unto my prayer.
2 From the ends of the earth will I call upon thee, * when my
heart is in heaviness.
3 O set me up upon the rock that is higher than I; * for thou
hast been my hope, and a strong tower for me against the enemy.
4 I will dwell in thy tabernacle for ever, * and my trust shall
be under the covering of thy wings.
5 For thou, O Lord, hast heard my desires, * and hast given an
heritage unto those that fear thy Name.
6 Thou shalt grant the King a long life, * that his years may
endure throughout all generations.
7 He shall dwell before God for ever: * O prepare thy loving
mercy and faithfulness, that they may preserve him.
8 So will I alway sing praise unto thy Name, * that I may daily
perform my vows.
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