I cry to the Lord with my voice;
to the Lord I make loud supplication.
I pour out my complaint before him
and tell him all my trouble.

When my spirit languishes within me, you know my path;
in the way wherein I walk they have hidden a trap for me.
I look to my right hand and find no one who knows me;
I have no place to flee to, and no one cares for me.

I cry out to you, O Lord;
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”

Listen to my cry for help, for I have been brought very low;
save me from those who pursue me,
for they are too strong for me.

Bring me out of prison, that I may give thanks to your Name;
when you have dealt bountifully with me,
the righteous will gather around me.

Glory to the Father, and to the Son,
and to the Holy Spirit:
as it was in the beginning, is now,
and will be for ever. Amen.

Blessed be the Lord my rock!
who trains my hands to fight and my fingers to battle;

My help and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield in whom I trust,
who subdues the peoples under me.

O Lord, what are we that you should care for us?
mere mortals that you should think of us?
We are like a puff of wind;
our days are like a passing shadow.

Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down;
touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Hurl the lightning and scatter them;
shoot out your arrows and rout them.

Stretch out your hand from on high;
rescue me and deliver me from the great waters,
from the hand of foreign peoples,
Whose mouths speak deceitfully
and whose right hand is raised in falsehood.

Glory to the Father, and to the Son,
and to the Holy Spirit:
as it was in the beginning, is now,
and will be for ever. Amen.

O God, I will sing to you a new song;
I will play to you on a ten-stringed lyre.
You give victory to kings
and have rescued David your servant.

Rescue me from the hurtful sword
and deliver me from the hand of foreign peoples,
Whose mouths speak deceitfully
and whose right hand is raised in falsehood.

May our sons be like plants well nurtured from their youth,
and our daughters like sculptured corners of a palace.

May our barns be filled to overflowing with all manner of crops;
may the flocks in our pastures increase by thousands and tens of thousands;
may our cattle be fat and sleek.

May there be no breaching of the walls, no going into exile,
no wailing in the public squares.
Happy are the people of whom this is so!
happy are the people whose God is the Lord!

Glory to the Father, and to the Son,
and to the Holy Spirit:
as it was in the beginning, is now,
and will be for ever. Amen.

I will exalt you, O God my King,
and bless your Name for ever and ever.

Every day will I bless you
and praise your Name for ever and ever.
Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised;
there is no end to his greatness.

One generation shall praise your works to another
and shall declare your power.
I will ponder the glorious splendor of your majesty
and all your marvelous works.

They shall speak of the might of your wondrous acts,
and I will tell of your greatness.
They shall publish the remembrance of your great goodness;
they shall sing of your righteous deeds.

The Lord is gracious and full of compassion,
slow to anger and of great kindness.
The Lord is loving to everyone
and his compassion is over all his works.

Glory to the Father, and to the Son,
and to the Holy Spirit:
as it was in the beginning, is now,
and will be for ever. Amen.

Come, friends, sing of the joys merited by the Saints,
bravest deeds for the faith gaining them lasting life;
hearts now swell with delight: singing we celebrate
Saints now joined in their victories.

These were feared by the world, though it held them in chains,
for they spurned all its pomp, fruitless and arid waste;
turning firmly away, they followed after you,
Christ, good King of the heavenly court.

They endure for your sake fury and savagery,
no murmur or complaint uttered in suffering;
but with hearts quieted, born of a peaceful mind,
they are patient and persevere.

Whose tongue could ever say, who has the voice to tell
what things you have prepared, gifts for your martyr Saints?
For their shedding of blood, crimson in flowing tides,
brought them bright and unfading crowns.

O Godhead, Three in One, hear us, we beg of you,
cleanse our hearts of all sin, save us from hidden snares;
bless your servants with peace; let us with all the saints
sing your glory from age to age. Amen.

My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord,
my spirit rejoices in God my Savior;
for he has looked with favor on his lowly servant.

From this day all generations will call me blessed:
the Almighty has done great things for me,
and holy is his Name.
He has mercy on those who fear him
in every generation.

He has shown the strength of his arm,
he has scattered the proud in their conceit.
He has cast down the mighty from their thrones,
and has lifted up the lowly.
He has filled the hungry with good things,
and the rich he has sent away empty.

He has come to the help of his servant Israel,
for he has remembered his promise of mercy,
the promise he made to our fathers,
to Abraham and his children for ever.

Glory to the Father, and to the Son,
and to the Holy Spirit:
as it was in the beginning, is now,
and will be for ever. Amen.