from the battle that was' against me : for | there' were | ma'ny | with me.

20 Yea, even God, that endureth for ever, shall hear me, and bring them | down : for they will ||

werezo Yea, exi bring God. hear moen, I nor his hands upake his . cere softer were

21 He laid his hands upon such as be | at peace with him : and -' he brake' his covenant.

22 The words of his mouth were softer than butter, having war | in' his heart : his words were smoother than oil, and yet be' they | ve'ry | swords.

23 O cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall nourish thee : and shall not suffer the righteous' to fall for ever.

24 And | as for them : thou, O God, shalt bring them into | the pit of destruction.

25 The blood-thirsty and deceitful men shall not live out | half their | days : nevertheless, my trust shall be in thee,' 0 | Lord.

Day 11. Morning Prayer.

Psalm LVI. Miserere mei, Deus. DE merciful unto me, O God, for man goeth about D to' de vour me : he is | dai’ly | fighting, and troubling me.

2 Mine enemies are daily in hand to swallow me | up : for they be many that fight against | me,' 0 | thou' most | Highest.

3 Nevertheless, though I am some time' afraid : yet put | l' my I trust in | thee.

4 I will praise God, because of his , word : I have put my trust in God, and will not fear what flesh' can do' un to me.

5 They daily mistake' my | words : all that they imagine | is' to | do' me evil.

6 They hold all together, and keep them'selves | close : and mark my steps, when they | lay' wait for' my soul.

7 Shall they escape for their | wickedness : thou, O God, in thy dis pleasure' shalt | cast' them down.

8 Thou tellest my flittings; put my tears in to' thy | bottle : are not these things I not'ed | in' thy | book ?

9 Whensoever I call upon thee, then shall mine enemies be put to flight : this I know; for God' is on' my side.

10 In God's word will | l' re/joice : in the Lord's' word will I | comfort me.

11 Yea, in God have I put my trust : I will not be afraid what | man' can do' un to me.

12 Unto thee, O God, will I | pay' my vows : unto / thee' will I give | thanks.

13 For thou hast delivered my soul from death, and my feet from falling : that I may walk before God | in' the light of the living.

Psalm LVII. Miserere mei, Deus. DE merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me,

D for my soul | trusteth' in | thee : and under the shadow of thy wings shall be my refuge, until this tyranny' be I o'ver-/past.

2 I will call upon the most high God : even unto the God that shall perform the cause which' I have' in hand.

3 He shall send from heaven : and save me from the reproof of him that would eat me up.

4 God shall send forth his | mercy' and | truth : my soul is , a'mong | lions.

5 And I lie even among the children of men, that are set' on fire : whose teeth are spears and arrows, and | their' tongue | a' sharp | sword.

6 Set up thyself, O God, albove the heavens : and thy glory | a'bove all the earth.

7 They have laid a net for my feet, and pressed down' my soul : they have digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the midst of it themselves.

8 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is il fixed : I will | sing,' and give - | praise.

9 Awake up, my glory; awake, | lute' and I harp : I myself | will alwake' right | early.

10 I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, almong' the people : and I will sing unto | thee' among the nations.

11 For the greatness of thy mercy reacheth un to' the heavens : and thy | truth' un to' the clouds.

12 Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens : and thy glory | a'bove | all the earth.,

Psalm LVIII. Si vere utique. A RE your minds set upon righteousness, O ye A con'gregation : and do ye judge the thing that is right, | O'ye | sons' of | men?

2 Yea, ye imagine mischief in your heart up on the earth : and your hands | deal with | wickedness.

3 The ungodly are froward, even from their | mo'ther's | womb : as soon as they are born, they | go a’stray, / and speak | lies.

4 They are as venomous as the poison of' a | serpent : even like the deaf | adder' that stoppeth' her ears;

5 Which refuseth to hear the voice of the charmer : charm -' he never' so wisely.

6 Break their teeth, O God, in their mouths ; smite the jawbones of the lions, O Lord : let them fall away like water that runneth apace; and when they shoot their arrows let them' be | root'ed | out.

7 Let them consume away like a snail, and be like the untimely fruit of a | woman : and let | them' not see the sun.

8 Or ever your pots be made | hot' with thorns : so let indignation vex him, even as a' thing | thať is raw.

9 The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance : he shall wash his footsteps in the | blood of the' un godly.

10 So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous : doubtless there is a | God that I judgeth' the earth.

Day 11. Evening Prayer.

Psalm LIX. Eripe me de inimicis. DELIVER me from mine enemies, O. God :

defend me from them that rise / up' a gainst me.

2 O deliver me from the wick’ed | doers : and save me from the blood-thirs'ty men.

3 For lo, they lie waiting for my soul : the mighty men are gathered against me, without any offence or | fault of | me,' 0 | Lord.

4 They run and prepare themselves | without my fault : arise thou therefore to help' me, and be hold.

5 Stand up, O Lord God of hosts, thou God of Israel, to visit | all the heathen : and be not merciful unto them that offend of maslici'ous | wickedness.

6 They go to and fro | in' the evening : they grin like a dog, and run a'bout | through the city.

7 Behold, they speak with their mouth, and swords are | in' their | lips : for, who - | doth - | hear?

8 But thou, O Lord, shalt have them | in de rision : and thou shalt laugh | all the heathen' to || scorn.

9 My strength will I ascribe / un'to | thee : for thou art the God of my - | refuge.

10 God sheweth me his goodness / plenteously : and God shall let me see my desire' up on mine | enemies.