the
stranger spoil his labour.
11 Let there be no man to pity him: nor to have compassion upon
his fatherless children.
12 Let his posterity be destroyed: and in the next generation let
his name be clean put out.
13 Let the wickedness of his fathers be had in remembrance in the
sight of the Lord: and let not the sin of his mother be done away.
14 Let them alway be before the Lord: that he may root out the
memorial of them from off the earth.
15 And that, because his mind was not to do good: but persecuted
the poor helpless man, that he might slay him that was vexed at the heart.
16 His delight was in cursing, and it shall happen unto him: he
loved not blessing, therefore shall it be far from him,
17 He clothed himself with cursing, like as with a raiment: and it
shall come into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones.
18 Let it be unto him as the cloke that he hath upon him: and as
the girdle that he is alway girded withal.
19 Let it thus happen from the Lord unto mine enemies: and to those
that speak evil against my soul.
20 But deal thou with me, O Lord God, according unto thy Name:
for sweet is thy mercy.
21 O deliver me, for I am helpless and poor: and my heart is
wounded within me.
22 I go hence like the shadow that departeth: and am driven away
as the grasshopper.
23 My knees are weak through fasting: my flesh is dried up for
want of fatness.
24 I became also a reproach unto them: they that looked upon me
shaked their heads.
25 Help me, O Lord my God: O save me according to thy mercy.
26 And they shall know, how that this is thy hand: and that thou,
Lord, hast done it.
27 Though they curse, yet bless thou: and let them be confounded
that rise up against me; but let thy servant rejoice.
28 Let mine adversaries be clothed with shame: and let them cover
themselves with their own confusion, as with a cloke.
29 As for me, I will give great thanks unto the Lord with my mouth:
and praise him among the multitude.
30 For he shall stand at the right hand of the poor: to save his
soul from unrighteous judges.
DAY 23 MORNING PRAYER
PSALM 110. _Dixit Dominus_.
The Lord said unto my Lord: Sit thou on my right hand, until I
make thine enemies thy footstool.
2 The Lord shall send the rod of thy power out of Sion: be thou
ruler, even in the midst among thine enemies.
3 In the day of thy power shall thy people offer thee free-will
offerings with an holy worshi
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