ay walk before God in the light of the living.
PSALM 57. _Miserere mei, Deus_.
Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me, for my soul
trusteth in thee: and under the shadow of thy wings shall be my
refuge, until this tyranny be over-past.
2 I will call unto the most high God: even unto the God that shall
perform the cause which I have in hand.
3 He shall send from heaven: and save me from the reproof of him
that would eat me up.
4 God shall send forth his mercy and truth: my soul is among lions.
5 And I lie even among the children of men, that are set on fire:
whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
6 Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens: and thy glory above
all the earth.
7 They have laid a net for my feet, and pressed down my soul: they
have digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the midst of it
themselves.
8 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing, and
give praise.
9 Awake up, my glory; awake, lute and harp: I myself will awake
right early.
10 I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, among the people: and I
will sing unto thee among the nations.
11 For the greatness of thy mercy reacheth unto the heavens: and
thy truth unto the clouds.
12 Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens: and thy glory above
all the earth.
PSALM 58. _Si vere utique_.
Are your minds set upon righteousness, O ye congregation: and do
ye judge the thing that is right, O ye sons of men?
2 Yea, ye imagine mischief in your heart upon the earth: and your
hands deal with wickedness.
3 The ungodly are froward, even from their mother's womb: as soon
as they are born, they go astray, and speak lies.
4 They are as venomous as the poison of a serpent: even like the
deaf adder that stoppeth her ears;
5 Which refuseth to hear the voice of the charmer: charm he never
so wisely.
6 Break their teeth, O God, in their mouths; smite the jaw-bones
of the lions, O Lord: let them fall away like water that runneth
apace; and when they shoot their arrows let them be rooted out.
7 Let them consume away like a snail, and be like the untimely
fruit of a woman: and let them not see the sun.
8 Or ever your pots be made hot with thorns: so let indignation
vex him, even as a thing that is raw.
9 The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance: he shall
wash his footsteps in the blood of the ungodly.
10 So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for
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