13 I will give thanks unto thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully
made: marvellous are thy works, and that my soul knoweth right well.
14 My bones are not hid from thee: though I be made secretly, and
fashioned beneath in the earth.
15 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect: and in thy
book were all my members written;
16 Which day by day were fashioned: when as yet there was none of
them.
17 How dear are thy counsels unto me, O God: O how great is the
sum of them!
18 If I tell them, they are more in number than the sand: when I
wake up I am present with thee.
19 Wilt thou not slay the wicked, O God: depart from me, ye
blood-thirsty men.
20 For they speak unrighteously against thee: and thine enemies take
thy Name in vain.
21 Do not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee: and am not I grieved
with those that rise up against thee?
22 Yea, I hate them right sore: even as though they were mine
enemies.
23 Try me, O God, and seek the ground of my heart: prove me, and
examine my thoughts.
24 Look well if there be any way of wickedness in me: and lead me
in the way everlasting.
PSALM 140. _Eripe me, Domine_.
Deliver me, O Lord, from the evil man: and preserve me from the
wicked man.
2 Who imagine mischief in their hearts: and stir up strife all the
day long.
3 They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent: adders poison
is under their lips.
4 Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the ungodly; preserve me from
the Wicked men, who are purposed to overthrow my goings.
5 The proud have laid a snare for me, and spread a net abroad
with cords: yea, and set traps in my way.
6 I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God: hear the voice of my
prayers, O Lord.
7 O Lord God, thou strength of my health: thou hast covered my
head in the day of battle.
8 Let not the ungodly have his desire, O Lord: let not his
mischievous imagination prosper, lest they be too proud.
9 Let the mischief of their own lips fall upon the head of them:
that compass me about.
10 Let hot burning coals fall upon them: let them be cast into the
fire and into the pit, that they never rise up again.
11 A man full of words shall not prosper upon the earth: evil shall
hunt the wicked person to overthrow him,
12 Sure I am that the Lord will avenge the poor: and maintain the
cause of the helpless.
13 The righteous also shall give thanks unto thy Name: and
the just shall continue in thy sight.
PSALM 141. _Domine, clamavi_.
O Lord, I call upon thee, haste thee unto me: and consider my
voice when I cry unto thee.
2 Let my prayer be set forth in thy sight as the incense: and let
the lifting up of my hands be an evening sacrifice.