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mies, that thou mayest destroy the enemy and the avenger.
For I will behold thy heavens, the works of thy fingers : the moon and the stars which thou hast founded.
What is man that thou art mindful of him ? or the son of man that thou visitest him ?
Thou hast inade him a little lesser than the Angels, thou hast crowned him with glory and honour ;. and hast set him over the works of thy hands.
Thou hast subjected all things under his feet, all sheep and oxen : moreover the beasts also of the fields,
The birds of the air, and the fishes of the sea, that pass through the paths of the sea.
O Lord, our God, how admirable is thy naine in all the earth!
PSAL. xiv. Domine, quis habitabit. Lord, who shall dwell in thy tabernacle: or who shall rest in thy holy hill ?
He that walketh without blemish, and worketh justice ?
He that speaketh truth in his heart, who hath not used deceit in his tongue:
Nor hath done evil to his neighbour : nor taken up a reproach against his neighbours.
In his sight the malignant is brought to nothing : but he glorifieth them that fear the Lord.
He that sweareth to his neighbour, and deceiveth not: he that hath not put out his money to usury, nor taken bribes against the ingocent.
He that doth these things shall not be moved for ever.,
TSAL. xxij. Dominus regit me.“ The Lord ruleth me; and I shall want nothing. He hath set me in a place of pasture.
He hath brought me up on the water of refreshment; he hath converted my soul.
He hath led me on the paths of justice, for his own name's sake.
For though I should walk in the midst of the shadow of death, I will fear no evils, for thoù art with me.
Thy rod and thy staff, they have comforted me.
Thou hast prepared a table before me, against them ihat aflict me.
Thou hast anointed my head with oil; and my chalice which inebriateth me, how goodly is it!
And thy mercy will follow me all the days of
And that I may dwell in the house of the Lord, unto length of days.
PSAL. xli. Quemadmodum desiderat. As the hart pauteth after the fountains of waters:
: so my soul panteth after thee, O God.
My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?
My tears have been my bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily : Where is thy God?
These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me: for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God :
With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.
Why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou trouble me?
Hope in God; for I will still give praise to him, the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
:: PSAL. Ixxxiii. Quam dilecta.
How lovely are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts! My soul tongeth and fainteth for the courts of the Lord.
My heart and my flesh have rejoiced in the living God.
For the sparrow hath found herself a house, and the turtle a nest for herself, where she may lay her young ones:
Thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my king and my God.
Blessed are they that dwell in thy house, O Lord: they shall praise thee for ever and ever.
Blessed is the man whose help is from thee : in his heart he hath disposed to ascend by steps, in the vale of tears, in the place which he hath set.
For the lawgiver shall give a blessing: they shall go from virtue to virtue, the God of gods shall be seen in Sion.
O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob.
Behold, O God, our protector: and look on the face of thy Christ.
For better is one day in thy courts above thousands.
I have chosen to be an abject in the house of my God, rather than dwell in the tabernacles of sinners.
For God loveth 'mercy and truth: the Lord will give grace and glory.
He will not deprive of good things them that walk in innocence. O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in ihee.
THE SEVEN PENITENTIAL PSALMS.
PSAL. vi. Domine 'ne in furore. O Lorr, rebuke me not in thy indignation, nor chastise me in thy wrath,
: Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak : heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled. 1. And my soul is troubled exceedingly : but thou, O Lord, how long. , 'Turn 'to me, O Lord, and deliver
soul : 0 save me for thy mercy's sake.
For there is no one in death that is mindful of thee; and who shall confess to thee in hell?.
I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.
My eye is troubled through indignation : 1 have grown old
amongst enemies. Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity: for the Lord háth heard the voice of my weeping.
The Lord hath heard my supplication: the Lord hath received my prayer.
Let all my enemies be ashamed, and be very much troubled: let them be turned back, and be ashamed very speedily.
PSAL. xxxi. Beati quurum. BLESSED are they whose iniquities are for. given, and whose sins are covered.
Blessed is the man to whom the Lord hath not imputed sin, and in whose spirit there is no guile.
Because I was silent, my bones grew old; whilst I cried out all the day long.
For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: I am turned in my anguish whilst the thorn is fastened.
I have acknowledged ny sin to thee, and my injustice I have not concealed.
I said I will confess against myself my injustice to the Lord : and thou hast forgiven the wickedness of my sin.
For this shall every one that is holy pray to thee in a seasonable time.
And yet in a flood of many waters, they shall not come nigh unto him.
Thou art my refuge from the trouble which hath encompassed me: my joy, deliver me from them that surround me.
I will give thee understanding, and I will instruct thee in this way, in which thou shalt go: I will fix my eyes upon thee.
Do not become like the horse and the mule, who have no understanding.
With bit and bridle' bind fast their jaws, whe come pot near unto thee.
Many are the scourges of the singer, but mercy shall encompass him that hopeth in the Lord:
Be glad in the Lord, and rejoice, ye 'just $ and glory all ye right of heart.
PSAL. Xxxvïi. Domine ne in furore, Rebuke me not, O Lord, in thy indignation; nor chastise me in thy wrath. • For the arrows are fastened ik me and thy hand hath been strovg upon me.
There is do, health in my Mesh, because of thy wrath : there is no peace for my bones, because of
For my iniquities are gone over my head : and as a heavy burden are become heavy upon me.
My sores are putrified and corrupted, because of my foolishness.
I am become miserable, and am bowed down even to the end. I walked sorrowful all the day long.
For my loins are filled with illusions; and there is no health in my flesh.
I am afllicted and humbled exceedingly: I roared with the groaning of my heart.