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DAY 8.

Morning Prayer.

PSALM XXXVIII. Domine, ne in furore.

UT me not to rebuke, O Lord, | in' thine | anger : neither chasten me in' thy | heavy' displea

sure.

2 For thine arrows | stick' fast | in me : and | thy' hand presseth' me sore.

3 There is no health in my flesh, because of | thy' dis pleasure neither is there any rest in my bones, by reason of' my sin.

bear.

5 My wounds stink, and are' corrupt: through│| - my foolishness.

8 I am feeble, and' sore | smitten : I have roared for the very dis quiet'ness | of' my heart.

9 Lord, thou knowest all my' desire and my groaning is not | hid' from | thee. I

10 My heart panteth, my | strength' hath | failed me and the sight of mine | eyes' is gone | from

me.

11 My lovers and my neighbours did stand looking up on my trouble and my | kins'men stood a'far | off.

12 They also that sought after my life | laid' snares for me and they that went about to do me evil talked of wickedness, and imagined de ceit' all | the' day long.

13 As for me, I was like a deaf man, | and' heard | not and as one that is dumb, who | doth' not | open' his mouth.

14 I became even as a man that | hear ́eth | not : and in whose | mouth' are | no' reproofs.

15 For in thee, O Lord, have I put my trust: thou shalt answer for | me,' O | Lord' my | God.

16 I have required that they, even mine enemies, should not | tri'umph | over me for when my foot slipped, they rejoic'ed | greatly' against me.

17 And I, truly, am set | in' the plague and my heaviness is | e'ver | in' my | sight.

18 For I will confess' my | wickedness : and be | sorry for my sin.

19 But mine enemies live, | and' are | mighty: and they that hate me wrongfully | are' many' in |

number.

20 They also that reward evil for good | are' against me because I follow | the' thing | that' good | is.

21 Forsake me not, O Lord' my | God be |

not thou | far - | from me.

22 Haste thee' to help me : O Lord | God' of | my' salvation.

PSALM XXXIX. Dixi, custodiam.

SAID, I will take heed | to' my | ways that I of fend' not in' my tongue.

2 I will keep my mouth as it were | with' a | bridle : while the ungodly' is in' my sight.

3 I held my tongue, | and' spake | nothing : I kept silence, yea, even from good words; but it was | pain' and grief- | to me.

4 My heart was hot within me, and while I was thus musing the | fire - | kindled : and at the last | I' spake | with' my tongue;

5 Lord, let me know mine 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 him self' 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 | thee.

9 Deliver me from all | mine' offences : and make me not a rebuke' un to' the | foolish.

10 I became dumb, and opened | not' my | mouth : for it was' thy | doing.

11 Take thy plague alway' from | me : I am even consumed by the means | of' thy | hea'vy | 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 | there'fore 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

stran'ger with thee and a so

journer, as | all my | fa'thers | were.

15 O spare me a little, that I may recover' my strength: before I go hence, | and' be | no' more | seen.

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.

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 | un'to | thee.

7 If I should declare them, | and' speak | of them : they should be more than I am | a'ble | to' ex press.

8 Sacrifice, and meat-offering, thou | would'est | 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 | con'gregation: lo, I will not refrain my lips, O Lord,' and | that' thou | knowest.

12 I have not hid thy righteousness with in' 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 | con'gregation.

14 Withdraw not thou thy mercy from me,' O| Lord let thy loving-kindness and thy | truth' alway' pre serve 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 uplon' thee, | fie' up on 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.

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