Psalm 28

Ad te, Domine
1
Unto thee will I cry, O Lord my strength  *
think no scorn of me; lest, if thou make as though thou hearest not, I become like them that go down into the pit.
2
Hear the voice of my humble petitions, when I cry unto thee *
when I hold up my hands towards the mercy-seat of thy holy temple.
3
O pluck me not away, neither destroy me, with the ungodly and wicked doers *
which speak friendly to their neighbours, but imagine mischief in their hearts.
4
Reward them according to their deeds *
and according to the wickedness of their own inventions.
5
Recompense them after the work of their hands *
pay them that they have deserved.
6
For they regard not in their mind the works of the Lord, nor the operation of his hands *
therefore shall he break them down, and not build them up.
7
Praised be the Lord *
for he hath heard the voice of my humble petitions.
8
The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart hath trusted in him, and I am helped *
therefore my heart danceth for joy, and in my song will I praise him.
9
The Lord is my strength *
and he is the wholesome defence of his Anointed.
10
O save thy people, and give thy blessing unto thine inheritance *
feed them , and set them up for ever.

Psalm 30

Exaltabo te, Domine
1
I will magnify thee, O Lord, for thou hast set me up  *
and not made my foes to triumph over me.
2
O Lord my God, I cried unto thee *
and thou hast healed me.
3
Thou, Lord, hast brought my soul out of hell *
thou hast kept my life from them that go down to the pit.
4
Sing praises unto the Lord, O ye saints of his *
and give thanks unto him for a remembrance of his holiness.
5
For his wrath endureth but the twinkling of an eye, and in his pleasure is life *
heaviness may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
6
And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be removed *
thou, Lord, of thy goodness hast made my hill so strong.
7
Thou didst turn thy face from me *
and I was troubled.
8
Then cried I unto thee, O Lord *
and gat me to my Lord right humbly.
9
What profit is there in my blood *
when I go down to the pit?
10
Shall the dust give thanks unto thee *
or shall it declare thy truth?
11
Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me *
Lord, be thou my helper.
12
Thou hast turned my heaviness into joy *
thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness.
13
Therefore shall every good man sing of thy praise without ceasing *
O my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.