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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. DELIVER me, O Lord, from the evil | man : U 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 | like a 11 serpent : adder's | poison' is | under their | lips.

4 Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the ungodly : 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,' 0 | 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,' 01 Lord : let not his mischievous imagination prosper, 1 lest they | be too | proud.

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

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' asgain.

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 constin'ue | in' thy | sight.

Psalm CXLI. Domine, clamavi. T ORD, I call upon thee, haste thee | un'to | me : U 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 | --|-'re prove me.

6 But let not their precious balms | break' my head : yea, I will pray 1 yet algainst their | wickedness.

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 i 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 Prayer.

Psalm CXLII. Voce mea ad Dominum. T CRIED unto the Lord with my | voice : yea, 1 even unto the Lord did I make my | sup'pli-| cation

2 I poured out my com|plaints' 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.

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.

7 Consider | my' complaint : for 1 | am' brought || ve'ry | low.

8 0 deliver me | from' my persecutors : for || they' are too strong | for me.

9 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks un to' thy | Name : which thing if thou wilt grant me, then shall the righteous resort' un to' myll company.

· Psalm CXLIII. Domine, exaudi. TEAR my prayer, O Lord, and consider | my' I desire : hearken unto me for thy | truth' and righteous'ness' | sake.

2 And enter not into judgement with thy servant : for in thy sight shall | no' man | living' be justified.

3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground : he hath laid me in the darkness, as the men that have been' long dead.

4 Therefore is my spirit | vexed with in me : and my heart' within me' is | desolate.

5 Yet do I remember the time past; I muse upon | all thy | works : yea, I exercise myself | in' the works of thy | hands.

6 I stretch forth my hands | un'to | thee : my soul gaspeth unto thee as' a | thirs'ty | land. .

7 Hear me, O Lord, and that soon, for my spirit wax'eth | faint : hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go | down' in to the pit.

8 O let me hear thy loving-kindness betimes in the morning, for in thee is' my trust : shew thou me the way that I should walk in, for I lift up | my soul | un'to thee.

9 Deliver me, O Lord, | from' mine | enemies : for I flee | un'to | thee' to hide me.

10 Teach me to do the thing that pleaseth thee, for thou | art my | God : let thy loving Spirit lead me forth in to' the land of righteousness.

11 Quicken me, O Lord, | for' thy Name's sake : and for thy righteousness' sake bring | my soul | out of trouble.

12 And of thy goodness slay' mine | enemies : and destroy all them that vex my soul; | for' I | am' thy | servant.

Day 30. Morning Prayer.

Psalm CXLIV. Benedictus Dominus. DLESSED be the Lord my strength : who D teacheth my hands to war, , and my fingers' to fight.

2 My hope and my fortress, my castle and deliverer, my defender in whom' I | trust : who subdueth my | peo'ple | that is under me.

3 Lord, what is man, that thou hast such respect' un to him : or the son of man, | that thou / so' re gardest him ?

4 Man is like a | thing' of nought : his time passeth a way - | like'a | shadow.

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