As Written in the 1928 Book of Common Prayer
Today is Tuesday, December 10, 2024
The liturgical color of the day is PURPLE
The Psalter for Day 29, Morning
Psalm 139
The One Hundred Thirty Ninth Psalm
Domine, probasti.
O LORD, thou hast searched me out, and known me. * Thou knowest my down-sitting, and mine uprising; thou understandest my thoughts long before.
Thou art about my path, and about my bed; * and art acquainted with all my ways.
For lo, there is not a word in my tongue, * but thou, O LORD, knowest it altogether.
Thou hast beset me behind and before, * and laid thine hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful and excellent for me; * I cannot attain unto it.
Whither shall I go then from thy Spirit? * or whither shall I go then from thy presence?
If I climb up into heaven, thou art there; * if I go down to hell, thou art there also.
If I take the wings of the morning, * and remain in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Even there also shall thy hand lead me, * and thy right hand shall hold me.
If I say, Peradventure the darkness shall cover me; * then shall my night be turned to day.
Yea, the darkness is no darkness with thee, but the night is as clear as the day; * the darkness and light to thee are both alike.
For my reins are thine; * thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.
I will give thanks unto thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: * marvellous are thy works, and that my soul knoweth right well.
My bones are not hid from thee, * though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneath in the earth.
Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being imperfect; * and in thy book were all my members written;
Which day by day were fashioned, * when as yet there was none of them.
How dear are thy counsels unto me, O God; * O how great is the sum of them!
If I tell them, they are more in number than the sand: * when I wake up, I am present with thee.
Wilt thou not slay the wicked, O God? * Depart from me, ye blood-thirsty men.
For they speak unrighteously against thee; * and thine enemies take thy Name in vain.
Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? * and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?
Yea, I hate them right sore; * even as though they were mine enemies.
Try me, O God, and seek the ground of my heart; * prove me, and examine my thoughts.
Look well if there be any way of wickedness in me; * and lead me in the way everlasting.Psalm 140
The One Hundred Fortieth Psalm
Eripe me, Domine.
DELIVER me, O LORD, from the evil man; * and preserve me from the wicked man;
Who imagine mischief in their hearts, * and stir up strife all the day long.
They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent; * adder's poison is under their lips.
Keep me, O LORD, from the hands of the ungodly; * preserve me from the wicked men, who are purposed to overthrow my goings.
The proud have laid a snare for me, and spread a net abroad with cords; * yea, and set traps in my way.
I said unto the LORD, Thou art my God, * hear the voice of my prayers, O LORD.
O LORD God, thou strength of my health; * thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.
Let not the ungodly have his desire, O LORD; * let not his mischievous imagination prosper, lest they be too proud.
Let the mischief of their own lips fall upon the head of them * that compass me about.
Let hot burning coals fall upon them; * let them be cast into the fire, and into the pit, that they never rise up again.
A man full of words shall not prosper upon the earth: * evil shall hunt the wicked person to overthrow him.
Sure I am that the LORD will avenge the poor, * and maintain the cause of the helpless.
The righteous also shall give thanks unto thy Name; * and the just shall continue in thy sight.