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
4 Thou hast
fashioned me behind and before : and laid thine hand upon me.
knowledge is too wonderful and excellent for me : I cannot attain
shall I go then from thy Spirit : or whither shall I go then from
7 If I climb
up into heaven, thou art there : if I go down to hell, thou art
8 If I take
the wings of the morning : and remain in the uttermost parts of the
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
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
20 For they
speak unrighteously against thee : and thine enemies take thy Name
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
24 Look well
if there be any way of wickedness in me : and lead me in the way
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
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
7 O Lord God,
thou strength of my health : thou hast covered my head in the day
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
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
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
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