The Book of Common Prayer Part 60

DAY 2 MORNING PRAYER

PSALM 9. _Confitebor tibi_.

I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, with my whole heart: I will speak of all thy marvellous works.

2 I will be glad and rejoice in thee: yea, my songs will I make of thy Name, O thou most Highest.

3 While mine enemies are driven back: they shall fall and perish at thy presence.

4 For thou hast maintained my right and my cause: thou art set in the throne that judgest right.

5 Thou hast rebuked the heathen, and destroyed the unG.o.dly: thou hast put out their name forever and ever.

6 O thou enemy, destructions are come to a perpetual end: even as the cities which thou hast destroyed, their memorial is perished with them.

7 But the Lord shall endure for ever: he hath also prepared his seat for judgement.

8 For he shall judge the world in righteousness: and minister true judgement unto the people.

9 The Lord also will be a defence for the oppressed: even a refuge in due time of trouble.

10 And they that know thy Name will put their trust in thee: for thou, Lord, hast never failed them that seek thee.

11 O praise the Lord which dwelleth in Sion: shew the people of his doings.

12 For when he maketh inquisition for blood, he remembereth them: and forgetteth not the complaint of the poor.

13 Have mercy upon me, O Lord; consider the trouble which I suffer of them that hate me: thou that liftest me up from the gates of death.

14 That I may shew all thy praises within the ports of the daughter of Sion: I will rejoice in thy salvation.

15 The heathen are sunk down in the pit that they made: in the same net which they hid privily, is their foot taken.

16 The Lord is known to execute judgement: the unG.o.dly is trapped in the work of his own hands.

17 The wicked shall be turned into h.e.l.l: and all the people that forget G.o.d.

18 For the poor shall not alway be forgotten: the patient abiding of the meek shall not perish for ever.

19 Up, Lord, and let not man have the upper hand: let the heathen be judged in thy sight.

20 Put them in fear, O Lord: that the heathen may know themselves to be but men.

PSALM 10. _Ut quid, Domine?_

Why standest thou so far off, O Lord: and hidest thy face in the needful time of trouble?

2 The unG.o.dly for his own l.u.s.t doth persecute the poor: let them be taken in the crafty wiliness that they have imagined.

3 For the unG.o.dly hath made boast of his own heart's desire: and speaketh good of the covetous, whom G.o.d abhorreth.

4 The unG.o.dly is so proud, that he careth not for G.o.d: neither is G.o.d in all his thoughts.

5 His ways are alway grievous: thy judgements are far above out of his sight, and therefore defieth he all his enemies.

6 For he hath said in his heart, Tush, I shall never be cast down: there shall no harm happen unto me.

7 His mouth is full of cursing, deceit, and fraud: under his tongue is unG.o.dliness and vanity.

8 He sitteth lurking in the thievish corners of the streets: and privily in his lurking dens doth he murder the innocent; his eyes are set against the poor.

9 For he lieth waiting secretly, even as a lion lurketh he in his den: that he may ravish the poor.

10 He doth ravish the poor: when he getteth him into his net.

11 He falleth down, and humbleth himself: that the congregation of the poor may fall into the hands of his captains.

12 He hath said in his heart, Tush, G.o.d hath forgotten: he hideth away his face, and he will never see it.

13 Arise, O Lord G.o.d, and lift up thine hand: forget not the poor.

14 Wherefore should the wicked blaspheme G.o.d: while he doth say in his heart, Tush, thou G.o.d carest not for it.

15 Surely thou hast seen it: for thou beholdest unG.o.dliness and wrong.

16 That thou mayest take the matter into thy hand: the poor committeth himself unto thee; for thou art the helper of the friendless.

17 Break thou the power of the unG.o.dly and malicious: take away his unG.o.dliness, and thou shalt find none.

18 The Lord is King for ever and ever: and the heathen are perished out of the land.

19 Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the poor: thou preparest their heart, and thine ear hearkeneth thereto;

20 To help the fatherless and poor unto their right: that the man of the earth be no more exalted against them.

PSALM 11. _In Domino confido_.

In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye then to my soul, that she should flee as a bird unto the hill?

2 For lo, the unG.o.dly bend their bow, and make ready their arrows within the quiver: that they may privily shoot at them which are true of heart.

3 For the foundations will be cast down: and what hath the righteous done?

4 The Lord is in his holy temple: the Lord's seat is in heaven.

5 His eyes consider the poor: and his eye-lids try. the children of men.

6 The Lord alloweth the righteous: but the unG.o.dly, and him that delighteth in wickedness, doth his soul abhor.