Manus tuæ fecerunt me
Your hands have made me and fashioned me; *
O give me understanding, that I may learn your commandments.
Those who fear you will be glad when they see me, *
because I have put my trust in your word.
I know, O Lord, that your judgments are right, *
and that in your faithfulness you have caused me to be afflicted.
O let your merciful kindness be my comfort, *
according to your word to your servant.
O let your loving mercies come to me, that I may live, *
for your law is my delight.
Let the proud be put to shame, for they go about wickedly to destroy me; *
but I will meditate on your commandments.
Let those who fear you turn to me, *
even those who know your testimonies.
O let my heart be sound in your statutes, *
that I may never be put to shame.
Defecit anima mea
My soul has longed for your salvation, *
and I have a good hope because of your word.
My eyes long sorely for your word, *
saying, “O when will you comfort me?”
For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke, *
yet I do not forget your statutes.
How many are the days of your servant? *
When will you execute judgment on those who persecute me?
The proud have dug pits for me; *
they do not walk after your law.
All your commandments are true. *
They persecute me falsely: O Lord be my help.
They had almost made an end of me on earth, *
but I have not forsaken your commandments.
O revive me with your loving-kindness, *
and so shall I keep the testimonies of your mouth.