LXXXII

I CRIED UNTO GOD WITH MY VOICE

not:

Psalm 1xxvii.

CRIED unto God with my voice,
Even unto God with my voice; and
he gave ear unto me.

In the day of my trouble I sought the
Lord:

My sore ran in the night, and ceased

My soul refused to be comforted.

I remembered God, and was troubled:

I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed.
Thou holdest mine eyes waking:

I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
I have considered the days of old,
The years of ancient times.

I call to remembrance my song in the night:
I commune with mine own heart:
And my spirit made diligent search.
Will the Lord cast off for ever?
And will he be favourable no more?
Is his mercy clean gone for ever?
Doth his promise fail for evermore?

Hath God forgotten to be gracious?

Hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies?

And I said, This is my infirmity:

But I will remember the years of the right hand of

the Most High.

I will remember the works of the Lord:

Surely I will remember thy wonders of old.
I will meditate also of all thy work,

And talk of thy doings.

Thy way, O God, is in the sanctuary:
Who is so great a God as our God?

Thou art the God that doest wonders:

Thou hast declared thy strength among the people. Thou hast with thine arm redeemed thy people, The sons of Jacob and Joseph.

The waters saw thee, O God,

The waters saw thee; they were afraid:
The depths also were troubled.

The clouds poured out water:

The skies sent out a sound:

Thine arrows also went abroad.

The voice of thy thunder was in the heaven:
The lightnings lightened the world:

The earth trembled and shook.

Thy way is in the sea,

And thy path in the great waters,
And thy footsteps are not known.
Thou leddest thy people like a flock
By the hand of Moses and Aaron.

LXXXIII

GIVE EAR, O SHEPHERD OF ISRAEL Psalm 1xxx.

IVE ear, O Shepherd of Israel,

Thou that leadest Joseph like a

flock;

Thou that dwellest between the

cherubims, shine forth.

Before Ephraim and Benjamin and

Manasseh stir up thy strength,

And come and save us.

Turn us again, O God, and cause thy face to shine;

And we shall be saved.

O Lord God of hosts,

How long wilt thou be angry against the prayer of thy people?

Thou feedest them with the bread of tears;

And givest them tears to drink in great measure.
Thou makest us a strife unto our neighbours:
And our enemies laugh among themselves.
Turn us again, O God of hosts,

And cause thy face to shine; and we shall be saved.

Thou hast brought a vine out of Egypt:

Thou hast cast out the heathen, and planted it.
Thou preparedst room before it,

And didst cause it to take deep root, and it filled the land.

The hills were covered with the shadow of it,

And the boughs thereof were like the goodly cedars.

She sent out her boughs unto the sea,

And her branches unto the river.

Why hast thou then broken down her hedges,

So that all they which pass by the way do pluck her?

The boar out of the wood doth waste it,

And the wild beast of the field doth devour it.

Return, we beseech thee, O God of hosts:

Look down from heaven, and behold, and visit this

vine;

And the vineyard which thy right hand hath planted,

And the branch that thou madest strong for thyself.
It is burnt with fire, it is cut down:

They perish at the rebuke of thy countenance.
Let thy hand be upon the man of thy right hand,
Upon the son of man whom thou madest strong
for thyself.

So will not we go back from thee:

Quicken us, and we will call upon thy name.

Turn us again, O Lord God of hosts,

Cause thy face to shine; and we shall be saved.

LXXXIV

HOW AMIABLE ARE THY TABERNACLES

Psalm lxxxiv.

JOW amiable are thy tabernacles,
O Lord of hosts!

My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth
for the courts of the Lord :

My heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.

Yea, the sparrow hath found an house,

And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may

lay her young,

Even thine altars, O Lord of hosts,

My King, and my God.

Blessed are they that dwell in thy house:

They will be still praising thee.

Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee;

In whose heart are the ways of them.

Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a

well;

The rain also filleth the pools.

They go from strength to strength,

Every one of them in Zion appeareth before God. O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer:

Give ear, O God of Jacob.

Behold, O God our shield,

And look upon the face of thine anointed.

For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand.

I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God,
Than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
For the Lord God is a sun and shield:

The Lord will give grace and glory:

No good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.

O Lord of hosts,

Blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.

LXXXV

LORD, THOU HAST BEEN OUR DWELL

ING PLACE

Psalm xc.

ORD, thou hast been our dwelling place

In all generations.

Before the mountains were brought

forth,

Or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world,

Even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God. Thou turnest man to destruction;

And sayest, Return, ye children of men.

For a thousand years in thy sight

Are but as yesterday when it is past,

And as a watch in the night.

Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep:

In the morning they are like grass which groweth

up.

In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up;

In the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
For we are consumed by thine anger,

And by thy wrath are we troubled.

Thou hast set our iniquities before thee,
Our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.
For all our days are passed away in thy wrath :
We spend our years as a tale that is told.

The days of our years are threescore years and ten;
And if by reason of strength they be fourscore

years,

Yet is their strength labour and sorrow;

For it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

Who knoweth the power of thine anger?

Even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath.