12You are the Lord;
do not withhold your compassion from me; *
let your love and your faithfulness keep me safe for ever,
13For innumerable troubles have crowded upon me;
my sins have overtaken me, and I cannot see; *
they are more in number than the hairs of my head,
and my heart fails me.
14Be pleased, O Lord, to deliver me; *
O Lord, make haste to help me.
15Let them be ashamed and altogether dismayed
who seek after my life to destroy it; *
let them draw back and be disgraced
who take pleasure in my misfortune.
16Let those who say “Aha!” and gloat over me be confounded, *
because they are ashamed.
17Let all who seek you rejoice in you and be glad; *
let those who love your salvation continually say,
“Great is the Lord!”
18Though I am poor and afflicted, *
the Lord will have regard for me.
19You are my helper and my deliverer; *
do not tarry, O my God.
Eighth Day: Evening Prayer
41Beatus qui intelligit
1Happy are they who consider the poor and needy! *
the Lord will deliver them in the time of trouble.
