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. 4 For my wickednesses are gone | over my | head: and are like a sore burden, too | heavy' for | me' to | bear. 5 My wounds stink, and are' corrupt: through│| - my foolishness. 6 I am brought into so great | trouble' and | misery that I go | mourning' all | the' day | long. | 7 For my loins are filled with a | sore' disease: and there is no whole' part | in' my body. 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. I 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. I : 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. 3 And he hath put a new song | in' my | mouth : even a thanksgiving | un'to | our | God. : 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. : |