Psalm 71

In te, Domine, speravi

In thee, O Lord, have I put my trust, let me never be put to confusion *

but rid me and deliver me in thy righteousness, incline thine ear unto me, and save me.

Be thou my strong hold, whereunto I may alway resort *

thou hast promised to help me, for thou art my house of defence and my castle.

Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the ungodly *

out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel man.

For thou, O Lord God, art the thing that I long for *

thou art my hope, even from my youth.

Through thee have I been holden up ever since I was born *

thou art he that took me out of my mother’s womb; my praise shall be always of thee.

I am become as it were a monster unto many *

but my sure trust is in thee.

O let my mouth be filled with thy praise *

that I may sing of thy glory and honour all the day long.

Cast me not away in the time of age *

forsake me not when my strength faileth me.

For mine enemies speak against me, and they that lay wait for my soul take their counsel together, saying *

God hath forsaken him; persecute him, and take him, for there is none to deliver him.

Go not far from me, O God *

my God, haste thee to help me.

Let them be confounded and perish that are against my soul *

let them be covered with shame and dishonour that seek to do me evil.

As for me, I will patiently abide alway *

and will praise thee more and more.

My mouth shall daily speak of thy righteousness and salvation *

for I know no end thereof.

I will go forth in the strength of the Lord God *

and will make mention of thy righteousness only.

Thou, O God, hast taught me from my youth up until now *

therefore will I tell of thy wondrous works.

Forsake me not, O God, in mine old age, when I am gray-headed *

until I have shewed thy strength unto this generation, and thy power to all them that are yet for to come.

Thy righteousness, O God, is very high *

and great things are they that thou hast done; O God, who is like unto thee?

O what great troubles and adversities hast thou shewed me, and yet didst thou turn and refresh me *

yea, and broughtest me from the deep of the earth again.

Thou hast brought me to great honour *

and comforted me on every side.

Therefore will I praise thee and thy faithfulness, O God, playing upon an instrument of musick *

unto thee will I sing upon the harp, O thou Holy One of Israel.

My lips will be fain when I sing unto thee *

and so will my soul whom thou hast delivered.

My tongue also shall talk of thy righteousness all the day long *

for they are confounded and brought unto shame that seek to do me evil.

Psalm 72

Deus, judicium

Give the King thy judgements, O God *

and thy righteousness unto the King’s son.

Then shall he judge thy people according unto right *

and defend the poor.

The mountains also shall bring peace *

and the little hills righteousness unto the people.

He shall keep the simple folk by their right *

defend the children of the poor, and punish the wrong-doer.

They shall fear thee, as long as the sun and moon endureth *

from one generation to another.

He shall come down like the rain into a fleece of wool *

even as the drops that water the earth.

In his time shall the righteous flourish *

yea, and abundance of peace, so long as the moon endureth.

His dominion shall be also from the one sea to the other *

and from the flood unto the world’s end.

They that dwell in the wilderness shall kneel before him *

his enemies shall lick the dust.

The kings of Tharsis and of the isles shall give presents *

the kings of Arabia and Saba shall bring gifts.

All kings shall fall down before him *

all nations shall do him service.

For he shall deliver the poor when he crieth *

the needy also, and him that hath no helper.

He shall be favourable to the simple and needy *

and shall preserve the souls of the poor.

He shall deliver their souls from falsehood and wrong *

and dear shall their blood be in his sight.

He shall live, and unto him shall be given of the gold of Arabia *

prayer shall be made ever unto him, and daily shall he be praised.

There shall be an heap of corn in the earth, high upon the hills *

his fruit shall shake like Libanus, and shall be green in the city like grass upon the earth.

His Name shall endure for ever; his Name shall remain under the sun among the posterities *

which shall be blessed through him; and all the heathen shall praise him.

Blessed be the Lord God, even the God of Israel *

which only doeth wondrous things;

And blessed be the Name of his majesty for ever *

and all the earth shall be filled with his majesty. Amen, Amen.