Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer *
preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
Hide me from the gathering together of the froward *
and from the insurrection of wicked doers;
Who have whet their tongue like a sword *
and shoot out their arrows, even bitter words;
That they may privily shoot at him that is perfect *
suddenly do they hit him, and fear not.
They encourage themselves in mischief *
and commune among themselves how they may lay snares, and say that no man shall see them.
They imagine wickedness, and practise it *
that they keep secret among themselves, every man in the deep of his heart.
But God shall suddenly shoot at them with a swift arrow *
that they shall be wounded.
Yea, their own tongues shall make them fall *
insomuch that whoso seeth them shall laugh them to scorn.
And all men that see it shall say, This hath God done *
for they shall perceive that it is his work.
The righteous shall rejoice in the Lord, and put his trust in him *
and all they that are true of heart shall be glad.
Te decet hymnus
Thou, O God, art praised in Sion *
and unto thee shall the vow be performed in Jerusalem.
Thou that hearest the prayer *
unto thee shall all flesh come.
My misdeeds prevail against me *
O be thou merciful unto our sins.
Blessed is the man whom thou choosest, and receivest unto thee *
he shall dwell in thy court, and shall be satisfied with the pleasures of thy house, even of thy holy temple.
Thou shalt shew us wonderful things in thy righteousness, O God of our salvation *
thou that art the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of them that remain in the broad sea.
Who in his strength setteth fast the mountains *
and is girded about with power.
Who stilleth the raging of the sea *
and the noise of his waves, and the madness of the people.
They also that dwell in the uttermost parts of the earth shall be afraid at thy tokens *
thou that makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to praise thee.
Thou visitest the earth, and blessest it *
thou makest it very plenteous.
The river of God is full of water *
thou preparest their corn, for so thou providest for the earth.
Thou waterest her furrows, thou sendest rain into the little valleys thereof *
thou makest it soft with the drops of rain, and blessest the increase of it.
Thou crownest the year with thy goodness *
and thy clouds drop fatness.
They shall drop upon the dwellings of the wilderness *
and the little hills shall rejoice on every side.
The folds shall be full of sheep *
the valleys also shall stand so thick with corn, that they shall laugh and sing.