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Qui habitat |
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He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High, *
abides under the shadow of the Almighty. |
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He shall say to the LORD,
"You are my refuge and my stronghold, *
my God in whom I put my trust." |
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He shall deliver you from the snare of the hunter *
and from the deadly pestilence. |
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He shall cover you with his pinions,
and you shall find refuge under his wings; *
his faithfulness shall be a shield and buckler. |
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You shall not be afraid of any terror by night, *
nor of the arrow that flies by day; |
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Of the plague that stalks in the darkness, *
nor of the sickness that lays waste at mid-day. |
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A thousand shall fall at your side
and ten thousand at your right hand, *
but it shall not come near you. |
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Your eyes have only to behold *
to see the reward of the wicked. |
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Because you have made the LORD your refuge, *
and the Most High your habitation, |
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There shall no evil happen to you, *
neither shall any plague come near your dwelling. |
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For he shall give his angels charge over you, *
to keep you in all your ways. |
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They shall bear you in their hands, *
lest you dash your foot against a stone. |
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You shall tread upon the lion and the adder; *
you shall trample the young lion and the serpent
under your feet. |
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Because he is bound to me in love,
therefore will I deliver him; *
I will protect him, because he knows my Name. |
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He shall call upon me, and I will answer him; *
I am with him in trouble;
I will rescue him and bring him to honor. |
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With long life will I satisfy him, *
and show him my salvation. |
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92
Bonum est confiteri |
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It is a good thing to give thanks to the LORD, *
and to sing praises to your Name, O Most High; |
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To tell of your loving-kindness early in the morning *
and of your faithfulness in the night season; |
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On the psaltery, and on the lyre, *
and to the melody of the harp. |
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For you have made me glad by your acts, O LORD; *
and I shout for joy because of the works of your hands. |
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LORD, how great are your works! *
your thoughts are very deep. |
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The dullard does not know,
nor does the fool understand, *
that though the wicked grow like weeds,
and all the workers of iniquity flourish, |
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They flourish only to be destroyed for ever; *
but you, O LORD, are exalted for evermore. |
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For lo, your enemies, O LORD,
lo, your enemies shall perish, *
and all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered. |
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But my horn you have exalted like the horns of wild bulls; *
I am anointed with fresh oil. |
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My eyes also gloat over my enemies, *
and my ears rejoice to hear the doom of the wicked who
rise up against me. |
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The righteous shall flourish like a palm tree, *
and shall spread abroad like a cedar of Lebanon. |
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Those who are planted in the house of the LORD *
shall flourish in the courts of our God; |
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They shall still bear fruit in old age; *
they shall be green and succulent; |
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That they may show how upright the LORD is, *
my Rock, in whom there is no fault. |
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Eighteenth Day:
Evening
Prayer |
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Dominus regnavit |
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The LORD is King;
he has put on splendid apparel; *
the LORD has put on his apparel
and girded himself with strength. |
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He has made the whole world so sure *
that it cannot be moved; |
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Ever since the world began, your throne has been established; *
you are from everlasting. |
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The waters have lifted up, O LORD,
the waters have lifted up their voice; *
the waters have lifted up their pounding waves. |
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Mightier than the sound of many waters,
mightier than the breakers of the sea, *
mightier is the LORD who dwells on high. |
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Your testimonies are very sure, *
and holiness adorns your house, O LORD,
for ever and for evermore. |
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Deus ultionum |
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O LORD God of vengeance, *
O God of vengeance, show yourself. |
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Rise up, O Judge of the world; *
give the arrogant their just deserts. |
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How long shall the wicked, O LORD, *
how long shall the wicked triumph? |
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They bluster in their insolence; *
all evildoers are full of boasting. |
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They crush your people, O LORD, *
and afflict your chosen nation. |
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They murder the widow and the stranger *
and put the orphans to death. |
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Yet they say, "The LORD does not see, *
the God of Jacob takes no notice." |
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Consider well, you dullards among the people; *
when will you fools understand? |
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He that planted the ear, does he not hear? *
he that formed the eye, does he not see? |
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He who admonishes the nations, will he not punish? *
he who teaches all the world, has he no knowledge? |
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The LORD knows our human thoughts; *
how like a puff of wind they are. |
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Happy are they whom you instruct, O Lord! *
whom you teach out of your law; |
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To give them rest in evil days, *
until a pit is dug for the wicked. |
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For the LORD will not abandon his people, *
nor will he forsake his own. |
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For judgment will again be just, *
and all the true of heart will follow it. |
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Who rose up for me against the wicked? *
who took my part against the evildoers? |
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If the LORD had not come to my help, *
I should soon have dwelt in the land of silence. |
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As often as I said, "My foot has slipped," *
your love, O LORD, upheld me. |
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When many cares fill my mind, *
your consolations cheer my soul. |
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Can a corrupt tribunal have any part with you, *
one which frames evil into law? |
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They conspire against the life of the just *
and condemn the innocent to death. |
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But the LORD has become my stronghold, *
and my God the rock of my trust. |
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He will turn their wickedness back upon them
and destroy them in their own malice; *
the LORD our God will destroy them. |
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Nineteenth Day:
Morning
Prayer |
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Venite, exultemus |
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Come, let us sing to the LORD; *
let us shout for joy to the Rock of our salvation. |
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Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving *
and raise a loud shout to him with psalms. |
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For the LORD is a great God, *
and a great King above all gods. |
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In his hand are the caverns of the earth, *
and the heights of the hills are his also. |
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The sea is his, for he made it, *
and his hands have molded the dry land. |