The Psalter or Psalms of David
The Second Day.
Morning Prayer.
Psalm 9. Confitebor tibi.
I WILL give thanks unto thee, O LORD, with my whole heart; *
I will speak of all thy marvellous works.
2 I will be glad and rejoice in thee; * yea, my songs will I
make of thy Name, O thou Most Highest.
3 While mine enemies are driven back, * they shall fall and perish
at thy presence.
4 For thou hast maintained my right and my cause; * thou art
set in the throne that judgest right.
5 Thou hast rebuked the heathen, and destroyed the ungodly; *
thou hast put out their name for ever and ever.
6 O thou enemy, thy destructions are come to a perpetual end;
* even as the cities which thou hast destroyed, whose memorial
is perished with them.
7 But the LORD shall endure for ever; * he hath also prepared
his seat for judgment.
8 For he shall judge the world in righteousness, * and minister
true judgment unto the people.
9 The LORD also will be a defence for the oppressed, * even a
refuge in due time of trouble.
10 And they that know thy Name will put their trust in thee;
* for thou, LORD, hast never failed them that seek thee.
11 O praise the LORD which dwelleth in Sion; * show the people
of his doings.
12 For when he maketh inquisition for blood, he remembereth them,
* and forgetteth not the complaint of the poor.
13 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; consider the trouble which I suffer
of them that hate me, * thou that liftest me up from the gates
of death;
14 That I may show all thy praises within the gates of the daughter
of Sion: * I will rejoice in thy salvation.
15 The heathen are sunk down in the pit that they made; * in
the same net which they hid privily is their foot taken.
16 The LORD is known to execute judgment; * the ungodly is trapped
in the work of his own hands.
17 The wicked shall be turned to destruction, * and all the people
that forget God.
18 For the poor shall not alway be forgotten; * the patient abiding
of the meek shall not perish for ever.
19 UP, LORD, and let not man have the upper hand; * let the heathen
be judged in thy sight.
20 Put them in fear, O LORD, * that the heathen may know themselves
to be but men.
Psalm 10. Ut quid, Domine ?
WHY standest thou so far off, O LORD, * and hidest thy face in
the needful time of trouble?
2 The ungodly, for his own lust, doth persecute the poor: * let
them be taken in the crafty wiliness that they have imagined.
3 For the ungodly hath made boast of his own heart's desire,
* and speaketh good of the covetous, whom the LORD abhorreth.
4 The ungodly is so proud, that he careth not for God, * neither
is God in all his thoughts.
5 His ways are alway grievous; * thy judgments are far above
out of his sight, and therefore defieth he all his enemies.
6 For he hath said in his heart, Tush, I shall never be cast
down, * there shall no harm happen unto me.
7 His mouth is full of cursing, deceit, and fraud; * under his
tongue is ungodliness and vanity.
8 He sitteth lurking in the thievish corners of the streets,
* and privily in his lurking dens doth he murder the innocent;
his eyes are set against the poor.
9 For he lieth waiting secretly; even as a lion lurketh he in
his den, * that he may ravish the poor.
10 He doth ravish the poor, * when he getteth him into his net.
11 He falleth down, and humbleth himself, * that the congregation
of the poor may fall into the hands of his captains.
12 He hath said in his heart, Tush, God hath forgotten; * he
hideth away his face, and he will never see it.
13 Arise, O LORD God, and lift up thine hand; * forget not the
poor.
14 Wherefore should the wicked blaspheme God, * while he doth
say in his heart, Tush, thou God carest not for it?
15 Surely thou hast seen it; * for thou beholdest ungodliness
and wrong, that thou mayest take the matter into thy hand.
16 The poor committeth himself unto thee; * for thou art the
helper of the friendless.
17 Break thou the power of the ungodly and malicious; * search
out his ungodliness, until thou find none.
18 The LORD is King for ever and ever, * and the heathen are
perished out of the land.
19 LORD, thou hast heard the desire of the poor; * thou preparest
their heart, and thine ear hearkeneth;
20 To help the fatherless and poor unto their right, * that the
man of the earth be no more exalted against them.
Psalm 11. In Domino confido.
IN the LORD put I my trust; * how say ye then to my soul, that
she should flee as a bird unto the hill?
2 For lo, the ungodly bend their bow, and make ready their arrows
within the quiver, * that they may privily shoot at them which
are true of heart.
3 If the foundations be destroyed, * what can the righteous do?
4 The LORD is in his holy temple; * the LORD'S seat is in heaven.
5 His eyes consider the poor, * and his eyelids try the children
of men.
6 The LORD approveth the righteous: * but the ungodly, and him
that delighteth in wickedness, doth his soul abhor.
7 Upon the ungodly he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone,
storm and tempest: * this shall be their portion to drink.
8 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; * his countenance
will behold the thing that is just.
Evening Prayer.
Psalm 12. Salvum me fac.
HELP me, LORD, for there is not one godly man left; * for the
faithful are minished from among the children of men.
2 They talk of vanity every one with his neighbour; * they do
but flatter with their lips, and dissemble in their double heart.
3 The LORD shall root out all deceitful lips, * and the tongue
that speaketh proud things;
4 Which have said, With our tongue will we prevail; * we are
they that ought to speak; who is lord over us?
5 Now, for the comfortless troubles' sake of the needy, * and
because of the deep sighing of the poor,
6 I will up, saith the LORD; * and will help every one from him
that swelleth against him, and will set him at rest.
7 The words of the LORD are pure words; * even as the silver
which from the earth is tried, and purified seven times in the
fire.
8 Thou shalt keep them, O LORD; * thou shalt preserve them from
this generation for ever.
9 The ungodly walk on every side: * when they are exalted, the
children of men are put to rebuke.
Psalm 13. Usquequo, Domine?
HOW long wilt thou forget me, O LORD; for ever? * how long wilt
thou hide thy face from me?
2 How long shall I seek counsel in my soul, and be so vexed in
my heart? * how long shall mine enemy triumph over me?
3 Consider, and hear me, O LORD my God; * lighten mine eyes,
that I sleep not in death;
4 Lest mine enemy say, I have prevailed against him: * for if
I be cast down, they that trouble me will rejoice at it.
5 But my trust is in thy mercy, * and my heart is joyful in thy
salvation.
6 I will sing of the LORD, because he hath dealt so lovingly
with me; * yea, I will praise the Name of the Lord Most Highest.
Psalm 14. Dixit insipiens.
THE fool hath said in his heart, * There is no God.
2 They are corrupt, and become abominable in their doings; *
there is none that doeth good, no not one.
3 The LORD looked down from heaven upon the children of men,
* to see if there were any that would understand, and seek after
God.
4 But they are all gone out of the way, they are altogether become
abominable; * there is none that doeth good, no not one.
5 Have they no knowledge, that they are all such workers of mischief,
* eating up my people as it were bread, and call not upon the
LORD?
6 There were they brought in great fear, even where no fear was;
* for God is in the generation of the righteous.
7 As for you, ye have made a mock at the counsel of the poor;
* because he putteth his trust in the LORD.
8 Who shall give salvation unto Israel out of Sion? * When the
LORD turneth the captivity of his people, then shall Jacob rejoice,
and Israel shall be glad.
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