Praying—with the Saints—to God Our Mother. Daniel F. Stramara
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enlightening the eyes.
9. The fear of the Lord is pure,
enduring forever.
The judgments of the Lord are true,
justified as being so;
10. more to be desired than gold,
or many precious stones,
sweeter than honey,
or the honeycomb.
11. These indeed your servant keeps,
in keeping them there is great reward.
12. Who will understand transgressions?
Purge me from my hidden sins,
13. and from those of others, spare your servant.
If they do not gain dominion over me,
then will I be blameless,
and clean from great sin.
14. Thus the words of my mouth,
and the meditations of my heart,
will be continually pleasing
in your sight,
O Lord, my helper and my redeemer.
Psalm 21
1. O God, my God, attend to me; why have you forsaken me?
Far be my salvation from the account of my transgressions!
2. O my God, shall I cry to you by day and you not listen?
cry to you by night and it all be in vain?
3. You indeed dwell in a holy sanctuary,
you the praise of Israel.
4. Our ancestors placed their hope
in you,
they hoped and you delivered them.
5. They cried out to you and were saved;
in you they trusted and were not put
to shame.
6. But I am a worm, not even
a human being;
a reproach to all, the contempt
of people.
7. All who have seen me laughed me
to scorn;
they spoke openly and shook
their heads:
8. “He hoped in the Lord, let him
deliver him,
let him save him, since he delights
in him.”
9. For you are the one who drew me out of the womb;
my hope from my mother’s breast.
10. I was cast on you since
my very birth;
from my mother’s womb you have been my God.
11. Don’t keep aloof from me, for trouble is near,
for there is no helper, [save you].
12. Many bulls have encompassed me—
fat bulls beset me round about.
13. Against me they have opened wide their mouth,
like a ravenous lion, a roaring lion.
14. I am poured out like water
and all my bones are distended;
my heart sinks within me like
melted wax.
15. My strength is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue is glued to my palate;
you have brought me down to the dust of death.
16. For many dogs have encircled me;
the assembly of the wicked has encompassed me;
they have pierced my hands
and my feet.
17. They have numbered all my bones,
have stared at me, observing me.
18. They distributed my garments among themselves,
and have cast lots for my raiment.
19. Therefore, O Lord, delay
not my help.
Draw near to my assistance.
20. Deliver my soul from the sword;
my only-begotten from the power
of the dog.
21. Rescue me from the mouth
of the lion;
and this lowliness of mine from the unicorns’ horns.
22. I will declare your name to
my brethren;
in the midst of the congregation I will sing praise to you.
23. Let those who fear the Lord
praise him!
All you offspring of Jacob glorify
the Lord!
Let all the seed of Israel fear him!
Psalm 22
1. The Lord tends to me as a shepherd,
thus I shall want nothing;
2. in a verdant pasture, has