2 Out of Sion hath God appeared: in perfect beauty.

3 Our God shall come, and shall not keep silence: there shall go

before him a consuming fire, and a mighty tempest shall be stirred

up round about him.

4 He shall call the heaven from above: and the earth, that he may

judge his people.

5 Gather my saints together unto me: those that have made a

covenant with me with sacrifice.

6 And the heavens shall declare his righteousness: for God is Judge

himself.

7 Hear, O my people, and I will speak: I myself will testify

against thee, O Israel; for I am God, even thy God.

8 I will not reprove thee because of thy sacrifices, or for thy

burnt-offerings: because they were not alway before me.

9 I will take no bullock out of thine house: nor he-goat out of

thy folds.

10 For all the beasts of the forest are mine: and so are the cattle

upon a thousand hills.

11 I know all the fowls upon the mountains: and the wild beasts

of the field are in my sight.

12 If I be hungry, I will not tell thee: for the whole world is

mine, and all that is therein.

13 Thinkest thou that I will eat bulls flesh: and drink the blood

of goats?

14 Offer unto God thanksgiving: and pay thy vows unto the most

Highest.

15 And call upon me in the time of trouble: so will I hear thee,

and thou shalt praise me.

16 But unto the ungodly said God: Why dost thou preach my laws,

and takest my covenant in thy mouth;

17 Whereas thou hatest to be reformed: and hast cast my words

behind thee?

18 When thou sawest a thief, thou consentedst unto him: and hast

been partaker with the adulterers.

19 Thou hast let thy mouth speak wickedness: and with thy tongue

thou hast set forth deceit.

20 Thou satest, and spakest against thy brother: yea, and hast

slandered thine own mother's son.

21 These things hast thou done, and I held my tongue, and thou

thoughtest wickedly, that I am even such a one as thyself: but

I will reprove thee, and set before thee the things that thou hast

done.

22 O consider this, ye that forget God: lest I pluck you away, and

there be none to deliver you.

23 Whoso offereth me thanks and praise, he honoureth me: and to him

that ordereth his conversation right will I shew the salvation of

God.

PSALM 51. _Miserere mei, Deus_.

Have mercy upon me, O God, after thy great goodness: according to

the multitude of thy mercies do away mine offences.

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