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.
Domine, Deus meus
O Lord my God, in thee have I put my trust *
save me from all them that persecute me, and deliver me;
Lest he devour my soul, like a lion, and tear it in pieces *
while there is none to help.
O Lord my God, if I have done any such thing *
or if there be any wickedness in my hands;
If I have rewarded evil unto him that dealt friendly with me *
yea, I have delivered him that without any cause is mine enemy,
Then let mine enemy persecute my soul, and take me *
yea, let him tread my life down upon the earth, and lay mine honour in the dust.
Stand up, O Lord, in thy wrath, and lift up thyself, because of the indignation of mine enemies *
arise up for me in the judgement that thou hast commanded.
And so shall the congregation of the people come about thee *
for their sakes therefore lift up thyself again.
The Lord shall judge the people; give sentence with me, O Lord *
according to my righteousness, and according to the innocency that is in me.
O let the wickedness of the ungodly come to an end *
but guide thou the just.
For the righteous God *
trieth the very hearts and reins.
My help cometh of God *
who preserveth them that are true of heart.
God is a righteous Judge, strong and patient *
and God is provoked every day.
If a man will not turn, he will whet his sword *
he hath bent his bow, and made it ready.
He hath prepared for him the instruments of death *
he ordaineth his arrows against the persecutors
Behold, he travaileth with mischief *
he hath conceived sorrow, and brought forth ungodliness.
He hath graven and digged up a pit *
and is fallen on himself into the destruction that he made for other.
For his travail shall come upon his own head *
and his wickedness shall fall on his own pate.
I will give thanks unto the Lord, according to his righteousness *
and I will praise the Name of the Lord most High.
Domine, Dominus noster
O Lord our Governor, how excellent is thy Name in all the world *
thou that hast set thy glory above the heavens!
Out of the mouth of very babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength, because of thine enemies *
that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.
For I will consider thy heavens, even the works of thy fingers *
the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained.
What is man, that thou art mindful of him *
and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
Thou madest him lower than the angels *
to crown him with glory and worship.
Thou makest him to have dominion of the works of thy hands *
and thou hast put all things in subjection under his feet;
All sheep and oxen *
yea, and the beasts of the field;
The fowls of the air, and the fishes of the sea *
and whatsoever walketh through the paths of the seas.
O Lord our Governor *
how excellent is thy Name in all the world!