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5 Lord, let me know my end, and the number of my days, that I may be certified how long I have to live.
6 Behold, thou hast made my days as it were a span long, and mine age is even as nothing in respect of thee; and verily every man living is altogether vanity:
7 For man walketh in a vain shadow, and disquieteth himself in vain; he heapeth up riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.
8 And now, Lord, what is my hope? Truly my hope is even in
9 Deliver me from all mine offences, and make me not a rebuke unto the foolish.
10 I became dumb, and opened not my mouth; for it was thy doing.
11 Take thy plague away from me: I am even consumed by the means of thy heavy hand.
12 When thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin, thou makest his beauty to consume away, like as it were a moth fretting a garment: every man therefore is but vanity.
13 Hear my prayer, O Lord; and with thine ears consider my calling; hold not thy peace at my tears.
14 For I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
15 O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength, before I go hence, and be no more seen.
Psalm xl. Expectans expectavi.
WAITED patiently for the Lord, and he inclined unto me, and heard my calling.
2 He brought me also out of the horrible pit, out of the mire and clay, and set my feet upon the rock, and ordered my goings.
3 And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even a thanksgiving unto our God. 4 Many shall see it, and fear, and shall put their trust in the Lord.
5 Blessed is the man that hath set his hope in the Lord, and turned not unto the proud, and to such as go about with lies.
6 O Lord, my God, great are the wondrous works which thou hast done; like as be also thy thoughts, which are to us-ward; and yet there is no man that ordereth them unto thee.
7 If I should declare them, and speak of them, they should be more than I am able to express.
8 Sacrifice and meat-offering thou wouldest not, but mine ears hast thou opened.
9 Burnt-offerings and sacrifice for sin hast thou not required: then said I, Lo, I come :
10 In the volume of the book it is written of me, that I should fulfil thy will, O my God: I am content to do it; yea, thy law is within my heart.
11 I have declared thy righteousness in the great congregation: lo, I will not refrain my lips, O Lord, and that thou knowest.
12 I have not hid thy righteousness within my heart; my talk hath been of thy truth, and of thy salvation.
13 I have not kept back thy loving mercy and truth from the great congregation.
14 Withdraw not thou thy mercy from me, O Lord; let thy loving-kindness and thy truth alway preserve me.
15 For innumerable troubles are come about me; my sins have taken such hold upon me, that I am not able to look up; yea, they are more in number than the hairs of my head, and my heart hath failed me.
16 O Lord, let it be thy pleasure to deliver me; make haste, O Lord, to help me.
17 Let them be ashamed, and confounded together, that seek after my soul to destroy it; let them be driven backward, and put to rebuke, that wish me evil.
18 Let them be desolate, and rewarded with shame, that say unto me, Fie upon thee, fie
thee, fie upon thee.
19 Let all those that seek thee, be joyful and glad in thee; and let such as love thy salvation, say alway, The Lord be praised.
20 As for me, I am poor and needy; but the Lord careth for
21 Thou art my helper and redeemer; make no long tarrying, O my God.
Psalm xli. Beatus qui intelligit.
LESSED is he that considereth the poor and needy; the Lord shall deliver him in the time of trouble.
2 The Lord preserve him, and keep him alive, that he may be blessed upon earth; and deliver not thou him into the will of his enemies.
3 The Lord comfort him when he lieth sick upon his bed; make thou all his bed in his sickness.
4 I said, Lord, be merciful unto me; heal my soul, for I have sinned against thee.
5 Mine enemies speak evil of me: When shall he die, and his name perish.
6 And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity, and his heart conceiveth falsehood within himself; and when he cometh forth, he telleth it.
7 All mine enemies whisper together against me, even against me do they imagine this evil.
8 Let the sentence of guiltiness proceed against him, and now that he lieth, let him rise up no more.
9 Yea, even mine own familiar friend whom I trusted, who did also eat of my bread, hath laid great wait for me.
10. But be thou merciful unto me, O Lord; raise thou me up again, and I shall reward them.
11 By this I know thou favourest me, that mine enemy doth not triumph against me.
12 And when I am in my health, thou upholdest me, and shall set me before thy face for ever.
13 Blessed be the Lord God of Israel, world without end. Amen.
Psalm xlii. Quemadmodum.
IKE as the hart desireth the water-brooks, so longeth my soul after thee, O God.
2 My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God: when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
3 My tears have been my meat day and night; while they daily say unto me, Where is now thy God?
4 Now when I think thereupon, I pour out my heart by myself; for I went with the multitude, and brought them forth into the house of God;
5 In the voice of praise and thanksgiving, among such as keep holy-day.
6 Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul? and why art thou so disquieted within me?
7 Put thy trust in God; for I will yet give him thanks for the help of his countenance.
8 My God, my soul is vexed within me; therefore will I remember thee concerning the land of Jordan, and the little hill of Hermon.
9 One deep calleth another, because of the noise of the waterpipes; all thy waves and storms are gone over me.
10 The Lord hath granted his loving-kindness in the day-time; and in the night-season did I sing of him, and made my prayer unto the God of my life.
11 I will say unto the God of my strength, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I thus heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?
12 My bones are smitten asunder as with a sword, while mine enemies that trouble me cast me in the teeth;
13 Namely, while they say daily unto me, Where is now thy God?
14 Why art thou so vexed, O my soul? and why art thou so disquieted within me?
15 O put thy trust in God; for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.
Psalm xliii. Judica me, Deus.
IVE sentence with me, O God, and defend my cause against the ungodly people; O deliver me from the deceitful and wicked man;
2 For thou art the God of my strength: why hast thou put me from thee? and why I so heavily, while the enemy oppresseth
3 O send out thy light and thy truth, that they may lead me, and bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy dwelling.
4 And that I may go unto the altar of God, even unto the God of my joy and gladness; and upon the harp will I give thanks unto thee, O God, my God.
5 Why art thou so heavy, O my soul? and why art thou so disquieted within me?
6 O put thy trust in God; for I will yet give him thanks, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.