Paratum cor meum
O God, my heart is ready, my heart is ready *
I will sing and give praise with the best member that I have.
Awake, thou lute, and harp *
I myself will awake right early.
I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, among the people *
I will sing praises unto thee among the nations.
For thy mercy is greater than the heavens *
and thy truth reacheth unto the clouds.
Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens *
and thy glory above all the earth.
That thy beloved may be delivered *
let thy right hand save them, and hear thou me.
God hath spoken in his holiness *
I will rejoice therefore, and divide Sichem, and mete out the valley of Succoth.
Gilead is mine, and Manasses is mine *
Ephraim also is the strength of my head.
Judah is my law-giver, Moab is my wash-pot *
over Edom will I cast out my shoe, upon Philistia will I triumph.
Who will lead me into the strong city *
and who will bring me into Edom?
Hast not thou forsaken us, O God *
and wilt not thou, O God, go forth with our hosts?
O help us against the enemy *
for vain is the help of man.
Through God we shall do great acts *
and it is he that shall tread down our enemies.
Hold not thy tongue, O God of my praise *
for the mouth of the ungodly, yea, the mouth of the deceitful is opened upon me.
And they have spoken against me with false tongues *
they compassed me about also with words of hatred, and fought against me without a cause.
For the love that I had unto them, lo, they take now my contrary part *
but I give myself unto prayer.
Thus have they rewarded me evil for good *
and hatred for my good will.
Set thou an ungodly man to be ruler over him *
and let Satan stand at his right hand.
When sentence is given upon him, let him be condemned *
and let his prayer be turned into sin.
Let his days be few *
and let another take his office.
Let his children be fatherless *
and his wife a widow.
Let his children be vagabonds, and beg their bread *
let them seek it also out of desolate places.
Let the extortioner consume all that he hath *
and let the stranger spoil his labour.
Let there be no man to pity him *
nor to have compassion upon his fatherless children.
Let his posterity be destroyed *
and in the next generation let his name be clean put out.
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.
Let them alway be before the Lord *
that he may root out the memorial of them from off the earth.
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.
His delight was in cursing, and it shall happen unto him *
he loved not blessing, therefore shall it be far from him.
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.
Let it be unto him as the cloke that he hath upon him *
and as the girdle that he is alway girded withal.
Let it thus happen from the Lord unto mine enemies *
and to those that speak evil against my soul.
But deal thou with me, O Lord God, according unto thy Name *
for sweet is thy mercy.
O deliver me, for I am helpless and poor *
and my heart is wounded within me.
I go hence like the shadow that departeth *
and am driven away as the grasshopper.
My knees are weak through fasting *
my flesh is dried up for want of fatness.
I became also a reproach unto them *
they that looked upon me shaked their heads.
Help me, O Lord my God *
O save me according to thy mercy.
And they shall know, how that this is thy hand *
and that thou, Lord, hast done it.
Though they curse, yet bless thou *
and let them be confounded that rise up against me; but let thy servant rejoice.
Let mine adversaries be clothed with shame *
and let them cover themselves with their own confusion, as with a cloke.
As for me, I will give great thanks unto the Lord with my mouth *
and praise him among the multitude.
For he shall stand at the right hand of the poor *
to save his soul from the unrighteous judges.