Psalm 64
Exaudi, Deus
1
Hear my voice, O God, when I complain; *
protect my life from fear of the enemy.
2
Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, *
from the mob of evildoers.
3
They sharpen their tongue like a sword, *
and aim their bitter words like arrows,
4
That they may shoot down the blameless from ambush; *
they shoot without warning and are not afraid.
5
They hold fast to their evil course; *
they plan how they may hide their snares.
6
They say, “Who will see us?
who will find out our crimes? *
we have thought out a perfect plot.”
7
The human mind and heart are a mystery; *
but God will loose an arrow at them,
and suddenly they will be wounded.
8
He will make them trip over their tongues, *
and all who see them will shake their heads.
9
Everyone will stand in awe and declare God’s deeds; *
they will recognize his works.
10
The righteous will rejoice in the Lord and put their trust in him, *
and all who are true of heart will glory.
Psalm 65
Te decet hymnus
1
You are to be praised, O God, in Zion; *
to you shall vows be performed in Jerusalem.
2
To you that hear prayer shall all flesh come, *
because of their transgressions.
3
Our sins are stronger than we are, *
but you will blot them out.
4
Happy are they whom you choose
and draw to your courts to dwell there! *
they will be satisfied by the beauty of your house,
by the holiness of your temple.
5
Awesome things will you show us in your righteousness,
O God of our salvation, *
O Hope of all the ends of the earth
and of the seas that are far away.
6
You make fast the mountains by your power; *
they are girded about with might.
7
You still the roaring of the seas, *
the roaring of their waves,
and the clamor of the peoples.
8
Those who dwell at the ends of the earth will tremble at your marvelous signs; *
you make the dawn and the dusk to sing for joy.
9
You visit the earth and water it abundantly;
you make it very plenteous; *
the river of God is full of water.
10
You prepare the grain, *
for so you provide for the earth.
11
You drench the furrows and smooth out the ridges; *
with heavy rain you soften the ground and bless its increase.
12
You crown the year with your goodness, *
and your paths overflow with plenty.
13
May the fields of the wilderness be rich for grazing, *
and the hills be clothed with joy.
14
May the meadows cover themselves with flocks,
and the valleys cloak themselves with grain; *
let them shout for joy and sing.