Eripe me de inimicis
Deliver me from mine enemies, O God *
defend me from them that rise up against me.
O deliver me from the wicked doers *
and save me from the blood-thirsty men.
For lo, they lie waiting for my soul *
the mighty men are gathered against me, without any offence or fault of me, O Lord.
They run and prepare themselves without my fault *
arise thou therefore to help me, and behold.
Stand up, O Lord God of hosts, thou God of Israel, to visit all the heathen *
and be not merciful unto them that offend of malicious wickedness.
They go to and fro in the evening *
they grin like a dog, and run about through the city.
Behold, they speak with their mouth, and swords are in their lips *
for who doth hear?
But thou. O Lord, shalt have them in derision *
and thou shalt laugh all the heathen to scorn.
My strength will I ascribe unto thee *
for thou art the God of my refuge.
God sheweth me his goodness plenteously *
and God shall let me see my desire upon mine enemies.
Slay them not, lest my people forget it *
but scatter them abroad among the people, and put them down, O Lord, our defence.
For the sin of their mouth, and for the words of their lips, they shall be taken in their pride *
and why? their preaching is of cursing and lies.
Consume them in thy wrath, consume them, that they may perish *
and know that it is God that ruleth in Jacob, and unto the ends of the world.
And in the evening they will return *
grin like a dog, and will go about the city.
They will run here and there for meat *
and grudge if they be not satisfied.
As for me, I will sing of thy power, and will praise thy mercy betimes in the morning *
for thou hast been my defence and refuge in the day of my trouble.
Unto thee, O my strength, will I sing *
for thou, O God, art my refuge, and my merciful God.
Deus, repulisti nos
O God, thou hast cast us out, and scattered us abroad *
thou hast also been displeased; O turn thee unto us again.
Thou hast moved the land, and divided it *
heal the sores thereof, for it shaketh.
Thou hast shewed thy people heavy things *
thou hast given us a drink of deadly wine.
Thou hast given a token for such as fear thee *
that they may triumph because of the truth.
Therefore were thy beloved delivered *
help me with thy right hand, and hear me.
God hath spoken in his holiness, I will rejoice, and divide Sichem *
and mete out the valley of Succoth.
Gilead is mine, and Manasses is mine *
Ephraim also is the strength of my head; Judah is my law-giver;
Moab is my wash-pot; over Edom will I cast out my shoe *
Philistia, be thou glad of me.
Who will lead me into the strong city *
who will bring me into Edom?
Hast not thou cast us out, O God *
wilt not thou, O God, go out with our hosts?
O be thou our help in trouble *
for vain is the help of man.
Through God will we do great acts *
for it is he that shall tread down our enemies.