Feria Quinta in Cena Domini

I said in my excess: * Every man is a liar.

What shall I render to the Lord, * for all the things that he hath rendered to me?

I will take the chalice of salvation; * and I will call upon the name of the Lord.

I will pay my vows to the Lord before all his people: * precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.

O Lord, for I am thy servant: * I am thy servant, and the son of thy handmaid.

Thou hast broken my bonds: * I will sacrifice to thee the sacrifice of praise, and I will call upon the name of the Lord.

I will pay my vows to the Lord in the sight of all his people: * in the courts of the house of the Lord, in the midst of thee, O Jerusalem.

O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, * and a deceitful tongue.

What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, * to a deceitful tongue?

The sharp arrows of the mighty, * with coals that lay waste.

Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of Cedar: * my soul hath been long a sojourner.

With them that hated peace I was peaceable: * when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.

Who have devised iniquities in their hearts: * all the day long they designed battles.

They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent: * the venom of asps is under their lips.

Keep me, O Lord, from the hand of the wicked: * and from unjust men deliver me.

Who have proposed to supplant my steps: * the proud have hidden a net for me.

And they have stretched out cords for a snare: * they have laid for me a stumbling block by the wayside.

I said to the Lord: Thou art my God: * hear, O Lord, the voice of my supplication.

O Lord, Lord, the strength of my salvation: * thou hast overshadowed my head in the day of battle.

Give me not up, O Lord, from my desire to the wicked: * they have plotted against me; do not thou forsake me, lest they should triumph.

The head of them compassing me about: * the labour of their lips shall overwhelm them.

Burning coals shall fall upon them; thou wilt cast them down into the fire: * in miseries they shall not be able to stand.

A man full of tongue shall not be established in the earth: * evil shall catch the unjust man unto destruction.

I know that the Lord will do justice to the needy, * and will revenge the poor.

But as for the just, they shall give glory to thy name: * and the upright shall dwell with thy countenance.

Let my prayer be directed as incense in thy sight; * the lifting up of my hands, as evening sacrifice.

Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth: * and a door round about my lips.

Incline not my heart to evil words; * to make excuses in sins.

With men that work iniquity: * and I will not communicate with the choicest of them.

The just man shall correct me in mercy, and shall reprove me: * but let not the oil of the sinner fatten my head.

For my prayer also shall still be against the things with which they are well pleased: * their judges falling upon the rock have been swallowed up.

They shall hear my words, for they have prevailed: * as when the thickness of the earth is broken up upon the ground.

Our bones are scattered by the side of hell. * But to thee, O Lord, Lord, are my eyes: in thee have I put my trust, take not away my soul.

Keep me from the snare, which they have laid for me, * and from the stumbling blocks of them that work iniquity.

The wicked shall fall in his net: * I am alone until I pass.

In his sight I pour out my prayer, * and before him I declare my trouble:

When my spirit failed me, * then thou knewest my paths.

In this way wherein I walked, * they have hidden a snare for me.

I looked on my right hand, and beheld, * and there was no one that would know me.

Flight hath failed me: * and there is no one that hath regard to my soul.

I cried to thee, O Lord: * I said: Thou art my hope, my portion in the land of the living.

Attend to my supplication: * for I am brought very low.

Deliver me from my persecutors; * for they are stronger than I.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: * the just wait for me, until thou reward me.

Because he hath regarded the humility of his handmaid; * for behold from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.

Because he that is mighty, hath done great things to me; * and holy is his name.

And his mercy is from generation unto generations, * to them that fear him.

He hath shewed might in his arm: * he hath scattered the proud in the conceit of their heart.

He hath put down the mighty from their seat, * and hath exalted the humble.

He hath filled the hungry with good things; * and the rich he hath sent empty away.

He hath received Israel his servant, * being mindful of his mercy:

As he spoke to our fathers, * to Abraham and to his seed for ever.