Roman Propers: Holy Saturday: Tenebrae: 1st Nocturn: Psalm XV "Consérva me Dómine"
Consérva me, Dómine, quóniam sperávi in te. * Dixi Dómino : Deus meus es
tu, quóniam bonórum meórum non eges.
2 Sanctis, qui sunt in terra ejus, * mirificávit omnes voluntátes
meas in eis.
3 Multiplicátæ sunt infirmitátes eórum : * póstea acceleravérunt.
4 Non congregábo conventícula eórum de sanguínibus, * nec
memor ero nóminum eórum per lábia mea.
5 Dóminus pars hereditátis meæ, et cálicis mei : * tu es, qui
restítues hereditátem meam mihi.
6 Funes cecidérunt mihi in præcláris : * étenim heréditas mea
præclára est mihi.
7 Benedícam Dóminum, qui tríbuit mihi intelléctum : * ínsuper et
usque ad noctem increpuérunt me renes mei.
8 Providébam Dóminum in conspéctu meo semper : * quóniam a dextris
est mihi, ne commovear.
9 Propter hoc lætátum est cor meum, et exsultávit lingua mea : *
ínsuper et caro mea requiéscet in spe.
10 Quóniam non derelínques ánimam meam in inférno : * nec dabis sanctum tuum vidére corruptiónem.
11 Notas mihi fecísti vias vitæ, adimplébis me lætítia cum vultu
tuo : * delectatiónes in déxtera tua usque in finem.
Et non dicitur Glória Patri.
Preserve me, O
God, for in thee have I put my trust. * I have said unto the Lord, thou art
my God; for thou hast no need of my goods.
2 To the saints that are in his land, * he hath exalted in them all
my desires.
3 Their infirmities were multiplied : * they made haste thereafter.
4 Their meetings for blood-offerings will I not gather together, *
neither be mindful of their names within my lips.
5 The Lord is the portion
of mine inheritance, and of my cup; * it is thou that shalt restore mine
inheritance.
6 The lot is fallen unto me in a fair ground; * yea, I have a goodly
heritage.
7 I will bless the Lord, who hath given me understanding; * my reins
also have chastened me in the night season.
8 I have set the Lord alway before me; * for he is on my right hand,
therefore shall I not fall.
9 Wherefore my heart is
glad, and my tongue hath rejoiced: * my flesh also shall rest in hope.
10 Because thou shalt not leave my soul in hell; * neither shalt
thou suffer thy Holy One to see corruption.
11 Thou hast shewn me the paths of life: thou shalt fill me with joy
with thy countenance, * and at thy right hand there is pleasure for
evermore.
Here is not said Glory be.
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