Verba mea auribus
Ponder my words, O Lord *
consider my meditation
O hearken thou unto the voice of my calling, my King, and my God *
for unto thee will I make my prayer.
My voice shalt thou hear betimes, O Lord *
early in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up.
For thou art the God that hast no pleasure in wickedness *
neither shall any evil dwell with thee.
Such as be foolish shall not stand in thy sight *
for thou hatest all them that work vanity.
Thou shalt destroy them that speak leasing *
the Lord will abhor both the blood-thirsty and deceitful man.
But as for me, I will come into thine house, even upon the multitude of thy mercy *
and in thy fear will I worship toward thy holy temple.
Lead me, O Lord, in thy righteousness, because of mine enemies *
make thy way plain before my face.
For there is no faithfulness in his mouth *
their inward parts are very wickedness.
Their throat is an open sepulchre *
they flatter with their tongue.
Destroy thou them, O God; let them perish through their own imaginations *
cast them out in the multitude of their ungodliness; for they have rebelled against thee.
And let all them that put their trust in thee rejoice *
they shall ever be giving of thanks, because thou defendest them; they that love thy Name shall be joyful in thee;
For thou, Lord, wilt give thy blessing unto the righteous *
and with thy favourable kindness wilt thou defend him as with a shield.
Domine, ne in furore
O Lord, rebuke me not in thine indignation *
neither chasten me in thy displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am weak *
O Lord, heal me, for my bones are vexed.
My soul also is sore troubled *
but, Lord, how long wilt thou punish me?
Turn thee, O Lord, and deliver my soul *
O save me for thy mercy’s sake.
For in death no man remembereth thee *
and who will give thee thanks in the pit?
I am weary of my groaning; every night wash I my bed *
and water my couch with my tears.
My beauty is gone for very trouble *
and worn away because of all mine enemies.
Away from me, all ye that work vanity *
for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
The Lord hath heard my petition *
the Lord will receive my prayer.
All mine enemies shall be confounded, and sore vexed *
they shall be turned back, and put to shame suddenly.