For inclusion in the Office of Christmas Day By St. Cosmas.
This translation is from the Thompson Translation of the Septuagint Version
Charles Thompson, The Old Covenant Commonly Called The Old Testament; Translated from The Septuagint. Vol. II. A New Edition by S. F. Pells. (London: Skeffington & Son, 1904).
A Psalm by David.
1 TO thee, Lord, I have cried, hearken to me—attend to the sound of my supplication. 2 When I cry to thee ; let my prayer come before thee as incense—and the lifting up of my hands as an evening sacrifice. 3 Set a watch, Lord, on my mouth ; and guard the door of my lips. 4 Let not my heart turn aside to wicked deeds—to form excuses for sins with men who work iniquity : nor let me associate with their chosen bands. 5 Let a righteous man correct me with mercy ; and he will work conviction in me : but let not the oil of a sinner (for this shall still be my prayer) anoint my head at their pleasure. 6 Their strong men were swallowed up near a rock: let them hear my words for they were sweet. 7 As if a lump of earth was broken on the ground ; our bones were scattered at the grave's mouth. 8 Since mine eyes are to thee, Lord, Lord—in thee I have placed my confidence ; deliver not my soul to destruction. 9 Keep me from the snare they have laid for me : and from the stumbling blocks of the workers of iniquity. 10 The wicked shall fall by their own net, I am in private till I can escape.
On understanding. By David when he was in the cave.
1 WITH my voice I cried to the Lord—to the Lord I made supplication with my voice. 2 Before him I pour out my prayer : before him I will declare my affliction. 3 When my spirit fainted thou knewest my paths. In the way I was going they hid a snare for me. 4 I looked to the right ; and observed that none was there, who knew me. Flight was cut off from me ; and is he not earnestly seeking my life ? 5 To thee, Lord, I cried and said, Thou art my hope—my portion in the land of the living. 6 Attend to my supplication ; for I am brought very low : deliver me from my persecutors ; for they are stronger than I. 7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may adore thy name, Lord. Let the righteous wait for me, till thou shalt reward me.
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