HOLY TRINITY CELTIC ORTHODOX CHURCH

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PENITENTIAL PSALMS

ACCORDING TO THE SEPTUAGINT TEXT

 

 

Psalm 6: Domine, ne in furore

 

Lord, do not reprove me in your anger: punish me not in your rage. Have

mercy on me, Lord, I have no strength; Lord, heal me, my body is racked;

my soul is racked with pain. But you, a Lord, how long? Return, Lord,

rescue my soul. Save me in your merciful love, for in death no one

remembers you; from the grave, who can give you praise? I am exhausted

with my groaning; every night I drench my pillow with tears. My eye

wastes away from grief; I have grown old surrounded by my foes. Leave

me, all you who do evil; for the Lord has heard my weeping. The Lord has

heard my plea; the Lord will accept my prayer. All my foes will retire

in confusion, foiled and suddenly confounded.

 

Psalm 31 Beati quorum

 

Happy the man whose offense is forgiven, whose sin is remitted. a happy

the man to whom the Lord imputes no guilt, in whose spirit is no guile.

I kept it secret and my frame was wasted. I groaned all the day long,

for night and day your hand was heavy upon me. Indeed, my strength was

dried up as by the summer's heal. But now I have acknowledged my sins;

my guilt I did not hide. I said: "I will confess my offense to the

Lord." And you, Lord, have forgiven the guilt of my sin. So let every

good man pray to you in the time of need. The floods of water may reach

high but him they shall not reach. You are my hiding place, a Lord; you

save me from distress. You surround me with cries of deliverance. I will

instruct you and teach you the way you should go; I will give you

counsel with my eye upon you. Be not like the horse and mule,

unintelligent, needing bridle and bit, else they will not approach you.

Many sorrows has the wicked but he who trusts in the Lord, loving mercy

surrounds him. Rejoice, rejoice in the Lord, exult, you just! a come,

ring out your joy, all you upright of heart.

 

Psalm 37: Domine, ne in furore

 

O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger; do not punish me, Lord in your

rage. Your arrows have sunk deep in me; your hand has come down upon me.

Through your anger all my body is sick: through my sin, there is no

health in my limbs. My guilt towers higher than my head; it is a weight

too heavy to bear. My wounds are foul and festering, the result of my

own folly. I am bowed and brought to my knees. I go mourning all the day

long. All my frame bums with fever; all my body is sick. Spent and

utterly crushed, I cry aloud in anguish of heart. O Lord, you know all

my longing: my groans are not hidden from you. My heart throbs, my

strength is spent; the very light has gone from my eyes. My friends

avoid me like a leper; those closest to me stand afar off. Those who

plot against my life lay snares; those who seek my ruin speak of harm,

planning treachery all the day long. But I am like the deaf who cannot

hear, like the dumb unable to speak. I am like a man who hears nothing

in whose mouth is no defense. I count on you, O Lord: it is you, Lord

God, who will answer. I pray: "Do not let them mock me, those who

triumph if my foot should slip." For I am on the point of falling and my

pain is always before me. I confess that I am guilty and my sin fills me

with dismay. My wanton enemies are numberless and my lying foes are

many. They repay me evil for good and attack me for seeking what is

right. O Lord, do not forsake me! My God, do not stay afar off! Make

haste and come to my help, O Lord, my God, my savior!

 

Psalm 50 Miserere

 

Have mercy on me, God, in your kindness. In your compassion blot out my

offense. O wash me more and more from my guilt and cleanse me from my

sin. My offenses truly I know them; my sin is always before me. Against

you, you alone, have I sinned; what is evil in your sight I have done.

That you may be justified when you give sentence and be without reproach

when you judge. O see, in guilt was I born, a sinner was I conceived.

Indeed you love truth in the heart; then in the secret of my heart teach

me wisdom. a purify me, then I shall be clean; O wash me, I shall be

whiter than snow. Make me hear rejoicing and gladness, that the bones

you have crushed may revive. From my sins turn away your face and blot

out all my guilt. A pure heart create for me, O God, put a steadfast

spirit within me. Do not cast me away from your presence, nor deprive me

of your holy spirit. Give me again the joy of your help; with a spirit

of fervor sustain me, that I may teach transgressors your ways and

sinners may return to you. O rescue me, God, my helper, and my tongue

shall ring out your goodness. O Lord, open my lips and my mouth shall

declare your praise. For in sacrifice you take no delight, burnt

offering from me you would refuse; my sacrifice, a contrite spirit. A

humbled, contrite heart you will not spurn. In your goodness, show favor

to Zion: rebuild the walls of Jerusalem. Then you will be pleased with

lawful sacrifice, holocausts offered on your altar.

 

Psalm 101: Domine, exaudi

 

O Lord, listen to my prayer and let my cry for help reach you. Do not

hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear towards

me and answer me quickly when I call. For my days are vanishing like

smoke, my bones bum away like a fire. My heart is withered like the

grass. I forget to eat my bread. I cry with all my strength and my skin

clings to my bones. I have become like a pelican in the wilderness, like

an owl in desolate places. I lie awake and I moan like some lonely bird

on a roof. All the day long my foes revile me; those who hate me use my

name as a curse. The bread I eat is ashes; my drink is mingled with

tears. In your anger, Lord, and your fury you have lifted me up and

thrown me down. My days are like a passing shadow and I wither away like

the grass.

 

But you, O Lord, will endure for ever and your name from age to age. You

will arise and have mercy on Zion: for this is the time to have mercy;

yes, the time appointed has come, for your servants love her very

stones, are moved with pity even for her dust. The nations shall fear

the name of the Lord and all the earth's kings your glory, when the Lord

shall build up Zion again and appear in all his glory. Then he will turn

to the prayers of the helpless; he will not despise their prayers. Let

this be written for ages to come that a people yet unborn may praise the

Lord; for the Lord leaned down from his sanctuary on high. He looked

down from heaven to the earth that he might hear the groans of the

prisoners and free those condemned to die. The sons of your servants

shall dwell untroubled, and their race shall endure before you that the

name of the Lord may be proclaimed in Zion and his praise in the heart

of Jerusalem, when peoples and kingdoms are gathered together to pay

their homage to the Lord.

 

He has broken my strength in mid-course; he has shortened the days of my

life. I say to God: "Do not take me away before my days are complete,

you, whose days last from age to age. Long ago you founded the earth,

and the heavens are the work of your hands. They will perish but you

will remain. They will all wear out like a garment. You will change them

like clothes that are changed. But you neither change, nor have an end.

The children of your servants will continue, and their descendants will

be established before you."

 

Psalm 129: De profundis

 

Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord: Lord, hear my voice! O let your

ears be attentive to the voice of my pleading. If you, O Lord, should

mark our guilt, Lord, who would survive? But with you is found

forgiveness: for this we revere you. My soul is waiting for the Lord; I

count on his word. My soul is longing for the Lord more than the

watchman for daybreak. Let the watchman count on daybreak and Israel on

the Lord. Because with the Lord there is mercy and fullness of

redemption; Israel indeed he will redeem from all its iniquity.

 

Psalm 142, Domine, exaudi

 

Lord, listen to my prayer; turn your ear to my appeal. You are faithful,

you are just; give answer. Do not call your servant to judgment, for no

one is just in your sight. The enemy pursues my soul; he has crushed my

life to the ground; he has made me dwell in darkness like the dead, long

forgotten. Therefore my spirit fails; my heart is numb within me. I

remember the days that are past: I ponder all your works. I muse on what

your hand has wrought and to you I stretch out my hands. Like a parched

land my soul thirsts for you. Lord, make haste and answer; for my spirit

fails within me. Do not hide your face lest I become like those in the

grave. In the morning let me know your love, for I put my trust in you.

Make me know the way I should walk: to you I lift up my soul. Rescue me,

Lord, from my enemies; I have fled to you for refuge. Teach me to do

your will for you, O Lord, are my God. Let your good spirit guide me in

ways that are level and smooth. For your name's sake, Lord, save my

life; in your justice save my soul from distress.