Psalm 39

Dixi, Custodiam
I said, I will take heed to my ways  *
that I offend not in my tongue.
I will keep my mouth as it were with a bridle *
while the ungodly is in my sight.
I held my tongue, and spake nothing *
I kept silence, yea, even from good words; but it was pain and grief to me.
My heart was hot within me, and while I was thus musing the fire kindled *
and at the last I spake with my tongue;
Lord, let me know mine end, and the number of my days *
that I may be certified how long I have to live.
Behold, thou hast made my days as it were a span long *
and mine age is even as nothing in respect of thee; and verily every man living is altogether vanity.
For man walketh in a vain shadow, and disquieteth himself in vain *
he heapeth up riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.
And now, Lord, what is my hope *
truly my hope is even in thee.
Deliver me from all mine offences *
and make me not a rebuke unto the foolish.
I became dumb, and opened not my mouth *
for it was thy doing.
Take thy plague away from me *
I am even consumed by the means of thy heavy hand.
When thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin, thou makest his beauty to consume away, like as it were a moth fretting a garment *
every man therefore is but vanity.
Hear my prayer, O Lord, and with thine ears consider my calling *
hold not thy peace at my tears.
For I am a stranger with thee *
and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength *
before I go hence, and be no more seen.

Psalm 41

Beatus qui intelligit
Blessed is he that considereth the poor and needy  *
the Lord shall deliver him in the time of trouble.
The Lord preserve him, and keep him alive, that he may be blessed upon earth *
and deliver not thou him into the will of his enemies.
The Lord comfort him, when he lieth sick upon his bed *
make thou all his bed in his sickness.
I said, Lord, be merciful unto me *
heal my soul, for I have sinned against thee.
Mine enemies speak evil of me *
When shall he die, and his name perish?
And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity *
and his heart conceiveth falsehood within himself, and when he cometh forth he telleth it.
All mine enemies whisper together against me *
even against me do they imagine this evil.
Let the sentence of guiltiness proceed against him *
and now that he lieth, let him rise up no more.
Yea, even mine own familiar friend, whom I trusted *
who did also eat of my bread, hath laid great wait for me.
But be thou merciful unto me, O Lord *
raise thou me up again, and I shall reward them.
By this I know thou favourest me *
that mine enemy doth not triumph against me.
And when I am in my health, thou upholdest me *
and shalt set me before thy face for ever.
Blessed be the Lord God of Israel *
world without end. Amen.