Forsake me not, O Lord, my God: do not Thou depart from me. Attend unto my help, O Lord, the God of my salvation. Glory be to the Father, etc. Psalm L. _Miserere._ Have mercy on me, O God, according to Thy great mercy. And according to the multitude of Thy tender mercies, blot out my iniquity. Wash me yet more from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. For I know my iniquity, and my sin is always before me. To Thee only have I sinned, and have done evil before Thee: that Thou mayest be justified in Thy words, and mayest overcome when Thou art judged. For, behold, I was conceived in iniquities; and in sins did my mother conceive me. For, behold, Thou hast loved truth: the uncertain and hidden things of Thy wisdom Thou hast made manifest to me. Thou shalt sprinkle me with hyssop and I shall be cleansed: Thou shalt wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. To my hearing Thou shalt give joy and gladness; and the bones that have been humbled shall rejoice. Turn away Thy face from my sins, and blot out all my iniquities. Create a clean heart in me, O God: and renew a right spirit within my bowels. Cast me not away from Thy face; and take not Thy Holy Spirit from me. Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation, and strengthen me with a perfect spirit. I will teach the unjust Thy ways: and the wicked shall be converted to Thee. Deliver me from blood, O God, Thou God of my salvation: and my tongue shall extol Thy justice. O Lord, Thou wilt open my lips: and my mouth shall declare Thy praise. For if Thou hadst desired sacrifice, I would indeed have given it: with burnt‐offerings Thou wilt not be delighted. A sacrifice to God is an afflicted spirit: a contrite and humbled heart, O God, Thou wilt not despise. Deal favorably, O Lord, in Thy good‐will with Sion: that the walls of Jerusalem may be built up. Then shalt Thou accept the sacrifice of justice, oblations and whole burnt‐offerings: then shall they lay calves upon Thy altar. Glory be to the Father, etc. Psalm CI. _Domine exaudi._ Hear, O Lord, my prayer: and let my cry come to Thee. Turn not away Thy face from me: in the day when I am in trouble incline Thy ear to me. In what day soever I shall call upon Thee, hear me speedily. For my days are vanished like smoke: and my bones are grown dry like fuel for the fire. I am smitten as grass, and my heart is withered, because I forgot to eat my bread. Through the voice of my groaning, my bone hath cleaved to my flesh. I am become like to a pelican of the wilderness: I am like a night‐raven in the house. I have watched, and become as a sparrow, all alone on the house‐top. All the day long my enemies reproached me: and they that praised me did swear against me. For I did eat ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping. Because of Thy anger and indignation: for having lifted me up, Thou hast thrown me down. My days have declined like a shadow, and I am withered like grass.