The Psalms of David
Day 29. Morning Prayer
O Lord, thou hast searched me out and known me : thou knowest my down-sitting and mine up-rising, thou understandest my thoughts long before.
2 Thou art about my path, and about my bed : and spiest out all my ways.
3 For lo, there is not a word in my tongue : but thou, O Lord, knowest it altogether.
4 Thou hast fashioned me behind and before : and laid thine hand upon me.
5 Such knowledge is too wonderful and excellent for me : I cannot attain unto it.
6 Whither shall I go then from thy Spirit : or whither shall I go then from thy presence?
7 If I climb up into heaven, thou art there : if I go down to hell, thou art there also.
8 If I take the wings of the morning : and remain in the uttermost 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 mother's womb.
13 I will give thanks unto thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully 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 unperfect : and in thy book were all my members 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 present with thee.
19 Wilt thou not slay the wicked, O God : depart from me, ye blood-thirsty men.
20 For they speak unrighteously 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 wickedness in me : and lead me in the way everlasting.
Eripe me, Domine
Deliver me, O Lord, from the evil man : and preserve me from the wicked man.
2 Who imagine mischief in their hearts : and stir up strife all the day long.
3 They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent : adders' 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 overthrow my goings.
5 The proud have laid a snare for me, and spread a net abroad 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.
9 Let the mischief of their own lips fall upon the head of them : that compass me about.
10 Let hot burning coals fall upon them : let 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 upon the earth : evil shall hunt the wicked person to overthrow him.
12 Sure I am that the Lord will avenge the poor : and maintain the cause of the helpless.
13 The righteous also shall give thanks unto thy Name : and the just shall continue in thy sight.
Lord, I call upon thee, haste thee unto me : and consider my voice when I cry unto thee.
2 Let my prayer be set forth in thy sight as the incense : and let the lifting up of my hands be an evening 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 evil 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 wickedness.
7 Let their judges be overthrown in stony 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 upon 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 wicked doers.
11 Let the ungodly fall into their own nets together : and let me ever escape them.
Text from The Book of Common Prayer, the rights in which are vested in the Crown,
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