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8 The Lord shall make good his loving-kindness' toward me : yea, thy mercy, O Lord, endureth for ever ; despise not then the works of thine' own | hands.

Day 29.

Morning Praper.

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Psalm CXXXIX. Domine, probasti.
LORD, thou hast searched me out,' and known

me : thou knowest my down-sitting, and mine up-rising ; thou understandest | my thoughts | long before.

2 Thou art about my path, and about my | bed : and spiest out all my ways.

3 For lo, there is not a word | in' my | tongue : but thou, O Lord, knowest it altogether.

4 Thou hast fashioned me behind | and before : and laid' thine hand' up on me.

5 Such knowledge is too wonderful and excellent | for me : I cannot at tain' un to it.

6 Whither shall I go then | from' thy | Spirit : or whither shall I | go' then | from' thy | presence ?

7 If I climb up into heaven, I thou' art | there : if I

go down to hell, thou | art there | also.

8 If I take the wings of the morning : and remain in the utter'most parts of the sea ;

9 Even there also shall | thy' hand | lead me : and thy' right hand shall hold me.

10 If I say, Peradventure the darkness' shall | cover me : then shall my | night be turned to I day.

11 Yea, the darkness is no darkness with thee, but the night is as clear | as the day : the darkness and light to thee' are both' allike.

12 For my | reins' are | thine : thou hast covered me | in' my mo'ther's womb.

13 I will give thanks unto thee, for I am fearfully and wonder'fully | made : marvellous are thy works, and that my soul knoweth' right well.

14 My bones are not hid' from | thee ; though I be made secretly, and fashioned be'neath | in' the earth.

15 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet | being imperfect : and in thy book were | all my | mem'bers | written;

16 Which day by day' were | fashioned : when as yet | there was none of them.

17 How dear are thy counsels unto | me, 0 | God : 0 how great | is' the sum of them!

18 If I tell them, they are more in number / than' the | sand : when I wake up | l' am pressent with thee.

19 Wilt thou not slay the wicked,' O God : depart from me, / ye blood|thirsty | men.

20 For they speak un|righteously' against thee : and thine enemies | take thy | Name' in / vain.

21 Do not I hate them, O Lord, | that hate | thee : and am not I grieved with those that rise i up' a gainst thee?

22 Yea, I hate them' right | sore : even as | though' they were' mine | enemies.

23 Try me, O God, and seek the ground of my heart : prove me, and examine' my thoughts.

24 Look well if there be any way of | wicked'ness | in me : and lead me | in' the way' ever-| lasting.

Psalm CXL. Eripe me, Domine. DELIVER me, O Lord, from the evil | man :

preserve me from the wick'ed | man. 2 Who imagine mischief | in' their hearts : and stir up strife' all the day long.

3 They have sharpened their tongues | like a | serpent : adder's | poison' is | under their | lips.

4 Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the un-| godly : preserve me from the wicked men, who are purposed to o'ver throw' my | goings.

5 The proud have laid a snare for me, and spread a net a broad with cords : yea, and set traps | in' my way.


6 I said unto the Lord, Thou art my | God : hear the voice of my prayers,' O Lord.

7 O 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,' 0 Lord : let not his mischievous imagination prosper, lesť they | be too | proud.

9 Let the mischief of their own lips fall upon the head of them : that | com'pass | me' a/bout.

10 Let hot burning coals | fall' up on them : let them be cast into the fire, and into the pit, that they | never' rise up' a gain.

11 A man full of words shall not prosper up on' the earth : evil shall hunt the wicked | person' to o'ver throw him.

12 Sure I am that the Lord will a venge the poor : and maintain the cause - | of the helpless.

13 The righteous also shall give thanks un to' thy Name : and the just shall contin'ue | in' thy sight.

PSALM CXLI. Domine, clamavi.

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and consider my voice | when' I | cry' un to thee.

2 Let my prayer be set forth in thy sight | as' the | incense : and let the lifting up of my hands be an even'ing sacrifice.

3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth : and keep' the door of' my lips.

4 O let not mine heart be inclined to any | e’vil | 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 asgainst their | wicked


7 Let their judges be overthrown in | sto'ny | 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 up on the earth.

9 But mine eyes look unto thee, | O' Lord! God : in thee is my trust, 0 | cast' not | out my | soul.

10 Keep me from the snare that they | have laid | for me : and from the traps of the wick'ed | doers.

11 Let the ungodly fall into their own | nets' together : and let' me ever' escape them.

Day 29. Evening Praper.

Psalm CXLII. Voce mea ad Dominum. I

CRIED unto the Lord with' my | voice : yea,

even unto the Lord did I make my | sup'plication.

2 I poured out my complaints' before him : and shewed him of my | trouble.

3 When my spirit was in heaviness thou | knewest' my | path : in the way wherein I walked have they privily | laida | snare - | for me.

4 I looked also upon | my' right hand : and saw there was no' man | that would know me.

5 I had no place to flee' un to : and no man ! car'ed | for' my soul.

6 I cried unto thee, O Lord,' and said : Thou art my hope, and my portion in the land of the living

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