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But thou, O Lord, * knowest all their plans to put me to death.
Have mercy on me, O God, for man hath trodden me under foot; * all the day long he hath afflicted me fighting against me.
My enemies have trodden on me all the day long; * for they are many that make war against me.
From the height of the day I shall fear: * but I will trust in thee.
In God I will praise my words, in God I have put my trust: * I will not fear what flesh can do against me.
All the day long they detested my words: * all their thoughts were against me unto evil.
They will dwell and hide themselves: * they will watch my heel.
As they have waited for my soul, for nothing shalt thou save them: * in thy anger thou shalt break the people in pieces.
O God, I have declared to thee my life: * thou hast set my tears in thy sight,
As also in thy promise. * Then shall my enemies be turned back.
In what day soever I shall call upon thee, * behold I know thou art my God.
In God will I praise the word, in the Lord will I praise his speech. * In God have I hoped, I will not fear what man can do to me.
In me, O God, are vows to thee, * which I will pay, praises to thee:
Because thou hast delivered my soul from death, my feet from falling: * that I may please in the sight of God, in the light of the living.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, * and to the Holy Ghost.
As it was in the beginning, is now, * and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me: * for my soul trusteth in thee.
And in the shadow of thy wings will I hope, * until iniquity pass away.
I will cry to God the most High; * to God who hath done good to me.
He hath sent from heaven and delivered me: * he hath made them a reproach that trod upon me.
God hath sent his mercy and his truth, * and he hath delivered my soul from the midst of the young lions. I slept troubled.
The sons of men, whose teeth are weapons and arrows, * and their tongue a sharp sword.
Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens, * and thy glory above all the earth.
They prepared a snare for my feet; * and they bowed down my soul.
They dug a pit before my face, * and they are fallen into it.
My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready: * I will sing, and rehearse a psalm.
Arise, O my glory, arise psaltery and harp: * I will arise early.
I will give praise to thee, O Lord, among the people: * I will sing a psalm to thee among the nations.
For thy mercy is magnified even to the heavens: * and thy truth unto the clouds.
Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: * and thy glory above all the earth.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, * and to the Holy Ghost.
As it was in the beginning, is now, * and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
If in very deed you speak justice: * judge right things, ye sons of men.
For in your heart you work iniquity: * your hands forge injustice in the earth.
The wicked are alienated from the womb; they have gone astray from the womb: * they have spoken false things.
Their madness is according to the likeness of a serpent: * like the deaf asp that stoppeth her ears:
Which will not hear the voice of the charmers; * nor of the wizard that charmeth wisely.
God shall break in pieces their teeth in their mouth: * the Lord shall break the grinders of the lions.
They shall come to nothing, like water running down; * he hath bent his bow till they be weakened.
Like wax that melteth they shall be taken away: * fire hath fallen on them, and they shall not see the sun.
Before your thorns could know the brier; he swalloweth them up, * as alive, in his wrath.
The just shall rejoice when he shall see the revenge: * he shall wash his hands in the blood of the sinner.
And man shall say: If indeed there be fruit to the just: * there is indeed a God that judgeth them on the earth.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, * and to the Holy Ghost.
As it was in the beginning, is now, * and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
But thou, O Lord, * knowest all their plans to put me to death.
Confundántur qui me persequúntur, et non confúndar ego: † páveant illi, et non páveam ego: * induc super eos diem afflictiónis, et dúplici contritióne cóntere eos, Dómine Deus noster.
Let them be confounded that persecute me, and let not me be confounded: let them be afraid, and let not me be afraid: bring upon them the day of affliction, and with a double destruction, destroy them.
Orémus.
Præsta, quǽsumus; omnípotens Deus: † ut, qui nostris excéssibus incessánter afflígimur, per unigéniti Fílii tui passiónem liberémur: †
Qui tecum vivit et regnat in unitáte Spíritus Sancti, Deus, * per ómnia sǽcula sæculórum.
O Almighty God, we beseech Thee that we whose transgressions do unceasingly harm us, may find freedom in the Suffering of Thine Only-begotten Son.
Who with thee liveth and reigneth, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, God, world without end.