Psalm 2

Quare fremuerunt gentes?
1
Why do the heathen so furiously rage together *
and why do the people imagine a vain thing?
2
The kings of the earth stand up, and the rulers take counsel together *
against the Lord, and against his Anointed.
3
Let us break their bonds asunder *
and cast away their cords from us.
4
He that dwelleth in heaven shall laugh them to scorn *
the Lord shall have them in derision.
5
Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath *
and vex them in his sore displeasure.
6
Yet have I set my King *
upon my holy hill of Sion.
7
I will preach the law, whereof the Lord hath said unto me *
Thou art my Son, this day have I begotten thee.
8
Desire of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance *
and the utmost parts of the earth for thy possession.
9
Thou shalt bruise them with a rod of iron *
and break them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.
10
Be wise now therefore, O ye kings *
be learned, ye that are judges of the earth.
11
Serve the Lord in fear *
and rejoice unto him with reverence.
12
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and so ye perish from the right way *
if his wrath be kindled, (yea, but a little,) blessed are all they that put their trust in him.

Psalm 57

Miserere mei, Deus
1
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 111

Confitebor tibi
1
I will give thanks unto the Lord with my whole heart  *
secretly among the faithful, and in the congregation.
2
The works of the Lord are great *
sought out of all them that have pleasure therein.
3
His work is worthy to be praised and had in honour *
and his righteousness endureth for ever.
4
The merciful and gracious Lord hath so done his marvellous works *
that they ought to be had in remembrance.
5
He hath given meat unto them that fear him *
he shall ever be mindful of his covenant.
6
He hath shewed his people the power of his works *
that he may give them the heritage of the heathen.
7
The works of his hands are verity and judgement *
all his commandments are true.
8
They stand fast for ever and ever *
and are done in truth and equity.
9
He sent redemption unto his people *
he hath commanded his covenant for ever; holy and reverend is his Name.
10
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom *
a good understanding have all they that do thereafter; the praise of it endureth for ever.