rd hath granted his loving-kindness in the day-time: and
in the night-season did I sing of him, and made my prayer unto the
God of my life.

Ill will say unto the God of my strength, Why hast thou forgotten
me: why go I thus heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?

12 My bones are smitten asunder as with a sword: while mine enemies
that trouble me cast me in the teeth;

13 Namely, while they say daily unto me: Where is now thy God?

14 Why art thou so vexed, O my soul: and why art thou so disquieted
within me?

15 O put thy trust in God: for I will yet thank him, which is the
help of my countenance, and my God.

PSALM 43. _Judica me, Deus_.

Give sentence with me, O God, and defend my cause against the
ungodly people: O deliver me from the deceitful and wicked man.

2 For thou art the God of my strength, why hast thou put me from
thee: and why go I so heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?

3 O send out thy light and thy truth, that they may lead me: and
bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy dwelling.

4 And that I may go unto the altar of God, even unto the God of
my joy and gladness: and upon the harp will I give thanks unto
thee, O God, my God.

5 Why art thou so heavy, O my soul: and why art thou so disquieted
within me?

6 O put thy trust in God: for I will yet give him thanks, which
is the help of my countenance, and my God

DAY 9 MORNING PRAYER

PSALM 44. _Deus, auribus_.

We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us: what
thou hast done in their time of old;

2 How thou hast driven out the heathen with thy hand, and planted
them in: how thou hast destroyed the nations and cast them out.

3 For they gat not the land in possession through their own sword:
neither was it their own arm that helped them;

4 But thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy
countenance: because thou hadst a favour unto them.

5 Thou art my King, O God: send help unto Jacob.

6 Through thee will we overthrow our enemies: and in thy Name
will we tread them under, that rise up against us.

7 For I will not trust in my bow: it is not my sword that shall
help me;

8 But it is thou that savest us from our enemies: and puttest
them to confusion that hate us.

9 We make our boast of God all day long: and will praise thy Name
for ever.

10 But now thou art far off, and puttest us to confusion: and
goest not forth with our armies.

11 Thou makest us to turn our backs upon our enemies: