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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.

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Morning Prayer.

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' belfore.

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

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3 For lo, there is not a word | in' my tongue : but thou, O Lord, I 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 | excel'lent | for me: I cannot at|tain' unto it.

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

if I

7 If I climb up into heaven, | thou' art | there : down to hell,' thou | art' there | also.

go

8 If I take the wings remain in the utter'most

of' the morning and 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 | 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' alike.

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 | beneath | in' the earth.

15 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet | being' im perfect 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, O | God: O how great | is' the | sum' of them!

18 If I tell them, they are more in number | than' the sand when I wake up | I' am | pre'sent | with

thee.

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19 Wilt thou not slay the wicked,' O | God: depart from me, | ye' blood thirst'y | 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 | up' against 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' everlasting.

PSALM CXL. Eripe me, Domine.

ELIVER me, O Lord, from the

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evil man : and 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 serpent: adder's | poison' is

like' a |

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 over 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,' O | Lord let not his mischievous imagination prosper, | lest' they be too proud.

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9 Let the mischief of their own lips fall upon the head' of them that com'pass | me' about. 10 Let hot burning coals | fall' upon them let

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them be cast into the fire, and into the pit, that they | never' rise up' again.

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

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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.

LORD, I call upon thee, haste thee | un'to me:

thee.

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

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' against' their | wicked

ness.

7 Let their judges be overthrown in places that they may hear my | words,' for

sto'ny |

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, O | 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' to-| gether and let' me | ever' es cape them.

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Evening Prayer.

PSALM CXLII. Voce mea ad Dominum.

CRIED unto the Lord | with' my voice: yea, even unto the Lord did I make my | suppli-| cation.

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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 | laid' a | snare - | for me.

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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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