Manus tuae fecerunt me
Thy hands have made me and fashioned me *
O give me understanding, that I may learn thy commandments.
They that fear thee will be glad when they see me *
because I have put my trust in thy word.
I know, O Lord, that thy judgements are right *
and that thou of very faithfulness hast caused me to be troubled.
O let thy merciful kindness be my comfort *
according to thy word unto thy servant.
O let thy loving mercies come unto me, that I may live *
for thy law is my delight.
Let the proud be confounded, for they go wickedly about to destroy me *
but I will be occupied in thy commandments.
Let such as fear thee, and have known thy testimonies *
be turned unto me.
O let my heart be sound in thy statutes *
that I be not ashamed.
Defecit anima mea
My soul hath longed for thy salvation *
and I have a good hope because of thy word.
Mine eyes long sore for thy word *
saying, O when wilt thou comfort me?
For I am become like a bottle in the smoke *
yet do I not forget thy statutes.
How many are the days of thy servant *
when wilt thou be avenged of them that persecute me?
The proud have digged pits for me *
which are not after thy law.
All thy commandments are true *
they persecute me falsely; O be thou my help.
They had almost made an end of me upon earth *
but I forsook not thy commandments.
O quicken me after thy loving-kindness *
and so shall I keep the testimonies of thy mouth.