30, 31.

"But if his sons my law forsake,
And walk not in my ways:

If they my ordinance profane,
And if, to wickedness inclined,

They keep not my commands

32, 33. "Their sins I'll visit with the rod,
With stripes their trespasses :
But will not from them take away
My mercy, nor be found untrue
Unto my plighted word.

34, 35.

36, 37.

38, 39.

"My covenant I'll not profane,

Nor will I change the word

Which from my lips hath pass'd. Of old
I by my holiness have sworn,

Nor will to David lie

"His seed shall be for aye, his throne

Before Me like the sun :

For ever shall he firmly stand

Like to the moon, which in the skies

Her constant witness bears."

But Thou hast angry been, and loath'd
Thine own anointed one:

Him hast Thou spurn'd; Thou hast abhorr'd
Thy servant's covenant, and cast

To earth his crown profaned.

40, 41. Thou'st broken all his fences down,
And of his fastnesses

A horror made: each passer by
Despoileth him, the people round
O'erload him with reproach.

42, 43. The right hand of his foes Thou'st raised,

And filled with delight

The hearts of all his enemies :

Thou'st turn'd the power of his sword,
Nor help'd him in the fight.

44, 45. The light which round about him shone
In darkness Thou hast quench'd:

Down to the earth his throne Thou'st dash'd,
His prime of days Thou hast cut off,
And heap'd him o'er with shame.

46, 47. How long wilt Thou withdraw Thyself?
For ever wilt Thou, Lord?

Shall thy displeasure burn like fire?
Think what I am, how fleet my days:
Why hast Thou made in vain

Each child of humankind?

48, 49.

What man hath lived, and not seen death?
Who from the hand of hell

His soul can save? Where, Lord, are fled
Thy former kindnesses, which erst

Thou didst to David swear
Upon thy faithfulness?

50. Remember the reproaches, Lord,
Upon thy people thrown:

Think how within my breast I bear
The scorn of all the heathen throngs
Which round about me swarm.

51, 52. For lo, thine enemies blaspheme,

Yea, they blaspheme, O Lord,
The steps of thine Anointed One.
Bless'd be the Lord for evermore :
Amen, again, Amen!

PSALM XC.

A prayer of Moses, the man of God.

1, 2. LORD, Thou our home hast been from age to age. Of old, before the mountains were brought forth, Or earth and living world were form'd, Thou art— Through all eternity, eternal God!

3, 4. Thou turnest mortals back again to dust,
And sayst," Return, ye children of mankind!"
For in thy sight a thousand years pass by

Like yesterday's short flight, like night's swift hours.

5, 6. Thou sweepest them away; they're like a sleep
Which fades at morn, or like the changing grass:
At morn it blooms, but quickly fades away,
At eve it is cut down, dried up, and witherèd.

7, 8. So perish we, consumèd in thy wrath,
And by thy fearful indignation troubled :
For Thou our sins before Thee hast arraign'd,
And draggest forth our hidden trespasses
Into the light of thy dread countenance.

9, 10. Before thine anger all our days retire;

Our years are spent, and vanish like a thought:
As for our days, to seventy years they run,

Yea, with the strong, to fourscore years endure :
But all their pride is weariness and woe,

So soon our strength is gone, our life is fled.

11, 12. Lord, who the power of thine anger knows? Or weighs aright the terrors of thy wrath? Teach us to scan the number of our days,

And yield to wisdom our obdurate hearts.

13, 14. Return, O Lord-How long dost Thou delay?
And look, relenting, on thy servants' woes:
Each morn with mercies satisfy our souls,
And all our days with joy and gladness cheer.

15, 16. With gladness compensate our days of pain,

And years wherein thy chastisements we've borne:
Upon thy servants let thy works be shewn,
And on their sons thy glory be display'd.

17. The grace and favour of the Lord our God
Upon us beam, and shine about our path!
O prosper Thou the labour of our hands,
The labour of our hands that prosper Thou!

PSALM XCI.

1, 2. WHO dwells within the High One's secret place, Who underneath the Almighty's shadow rests; Who saith unto the Lord, "My refuge Thou And fortress art, my God, in whom I trust—”

3, 4. Lo, He shall loose thee from the fowler's snare,
And keep thee from the noisome pestilence:
His feathers for thy cover He shall spread,
And underneath his wings shall shelter thee:
His truth shall be thy buckler and thy shield.

5, 6. Thou shalt not tremble at the night's alarm,
Nor at the shaft that in the day-time flies:
Nor fear the sickness which in darkness walks,
Nor wasting plague that at mid-day devours.

7, 8. A thousand at thy side-at thy right hand
Shall myriads fall: thyself it shall not touch.
But with thine eyes the judgment thou shalt see,
And look upon the sinner's recompense.

9, 10. Because thou sayst, "Thou, Lord, my refuge art,"
And with the Highest makest thine abode,
No evil chance shall meet thee by the way,
And no misfortune nigh thy dwelling come.