the Week of Proper 28 / Ordinary 33
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Psalms 59
1 (58-1) <Unto the end, destroy not, for David for an inscription of a title, when Saul sent and watched his house to kill him.> (58-2) Deliver me from my enemies, O my God; and defend me from them that rise up against me.2 (58-3) Deliver me from them that work iniquity, and save me from bloody men.3 (58-4) For behold they have caught my soul: the mighty have rushed in upon me:4 (58-5) Neither is it my iniquity, nor my sin, O Lord: without iniquity have I been, and directed my steps.5 (58-6) Rise up thou to meet me, and behold: even thou, O Lord, the God of hosts, the God of Israel. Attend to visit all the nations: have no mercy on all them that work iniquity.6 (58-7) They shall return at evening, and shall suffer hunger like dogs: and shall go round about the city.7 (58-8) Behold they shall speak with their mouth, and a sword is in their lips: for who, say they, hath heard us?
8 (58-9) But thou, O Lord, shalt laugh at them: thou shalt bring all the nations to nothing.9 (58-10) I will keep my strength to thee: for thou art my protector:10 (58-11) My God, his mercy shall prevent me.11 (58-12) God shall let me see over my enemies: slay them not, lest at any time my people forget. Scatter them by thy power; and bring them down, O Lord, my protector:12 (58-13) For the sin of their mouth, and the word of their lips: and let them be taken in their pride. And for their cursing and lying they shall be talked of,13 (58-14) When they are consumed: when they are consumed by thy wrath, and they shall be no more. And they shall know that God will rule Jacob, and all the ends of the earth.14 (58-15) They shall return at evening and shall suffer hunger like dogs: and shall go round about the city.15 (58-16) They shall be scattered abroad to eat, and shall murmur if they be not filled.16 (58-17) But I will sing thy strength: and will extol thy mercy in the morning. For thou art become my support, and my refuge, in the day of my trouble.17 (58-18) Unto thee, O my helper, will I sing, for thou art God my defence: my God my mercy.