Book of Common Prayer, 1928

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Psalm '40 The Psalter Day 29
22 Yea, I hate them right sore; • even as though they
were mine enemies.
23 Try me, 0 God, and seek the ground of my heart; •
prove me, and examine my thoughts.
24 Look well if there be any way of wickedness ill
me; • and lead me in the way everlasting.
Psalm 140. Eripe me, Domine.
DELIVER me, 0 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; •
adder's poison is under their lips.
4 Keep me, 0 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, 0 loRD.
7 0 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, 0 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 he
into the fire, and into the pit, that they never rise up
agam.
II A man full of words shall not prosper upon the
earth: • evil shall hunt the wicked person to overthrow
him.
5 16 Day 29
12 Sure
maintain
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and the
lORD,
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2 Let
cense; •
sacrifice.
3 Set
the door
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let me
that work
please them.
5 Let
prove
balms.
6 As
edness.
7 Let
they may
8 Our
one breaketh
9 But
is my trust;
10 Keep
and from
II Let
and let
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poor, • and
thy Name; •
and conas
the in-
an evening
and keep
evil thing; •
the men
things as
friendly, and re-
precious
their wick-
places, • that
like as when
• in thee
laid for me, •
together, •
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I am that the loRD will avenge the
the cause of the helpless.
righteous also shall give thanks unto
just shall continue in thy sight.
Evening Prayer.
Psalm 141. Domine, clamavi.
I call upon thee; haste thee unto me, •
my voice, when I cry unto thee.
my prayer be set forth in thy sight
and let the lifting up of my hands be
a watch, 0 loRD, before my mouth, •
of my lips.
let not mine heart be inclined to any
not be occupied in ungodly works with
wickedness, neither let me eat of such
the righteous rather smite me
me;' yea, let not my head refuse their
for the ungodly, • I will pray yet against
their judges be overthrown in stony
hear my words; for they are sweet
bones lie scattered before the pit, •
and heweth wood upon the earth.
mine eyes look unto thee, 0 loRD God;
0 cast not out my soul.
me from the snare that they have
the traps of the wicked doers.
the ungodly fall into their own nets
me ever escape them.