1 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 helpless.
13 The righteous also shall give thanks unto thy Name: and
the just shall continue in thy sight.
PSALM 141. _Domine, clamavi_.
O 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 their wickedness.
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 them.
DAY 29 EVENING PRAYER
PSALM 142. _Voce mea ad Dominum_.
I cried unto the Lord with my voice: yea, even unto the Lord did
I make my supplication.
2 I poured out my complaints before him: and shewed him of my
trouble.
3 When my spirit was in heaviness thou knewest my path: in the
way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
4 I looked also upon my right hand: and saw there was no man that
would know me.
5 I had no place to flee unto: and no man cared for my soul.
6 I cried unto thee, O Lord, and said: Thou art my hope, and my
portion in the land of the living.
7 Consider my complaint: for I am brought very low.
8 O deliver me from my persecutors: for they are too strong for me.
9 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto thy
Name: which thing if thou wilt grant me, then shall the righteous
resort unto my company.
PSALM 143. _Domine, exaudi_. Hear my prayer, O Lord, and consider
my desire: hearken unto me for thy truth and righteousness sake.
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