thy arm is with might. Let thy hand be strengthened, and thy right hand exalted:
Why hidest thou thy face, and thinkest me thy enemy?
Unto the end, a psalm for David. The fool hath said in his heart: There is no God. They are corrupt, and are become abominable in their ways: there is none that doth good, no not one.
We have heard, O God, with our ears: our fathers have declared to us, The work, thou hast wrought in their days, and in the days of old.
And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying: Eli, Eli, lamma sabacthani? that is, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
Myrrh and stacte and cassia perfume thy garments, from the ivory houses: out of which
For to thee will I pray: O Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear my voice.