| MY heart rejoiceth in the Lord, *
- and mine horn is exalted in my God.
My mouth is enlarged over mine enemies, *
- because I rejoice in thy salvation.
There is none holy as the Lord; for there is none beside thee; *
- neither is there any rock like our God.
Talk no more so exceeding proudly; let not arrogancy come out of your mouth; *
- for the Lord is a God of knowledge, and by him
- actions are weighed.
The bows of the mighty men are broken, *
- and they that stumbled are girded with strength.
They that before were full have hired out themselves for bread; *
- and they that were hungry have rest from their
- toiling for food.
Yea, the barren hath borne seven; *
- and she that hath many children is waxed feeble.
The Lord giveth death, and maketh alive; *
- he casteth down into the grave, and bringeth up.
The Lord maketh poor, and conferreth riches: *
- he bringeth low, and also lifteth up.
He raiseth up the poor out of the dust, and lifteth up the beggar from the dunghill, *
to set them among princes, and to make them
- inherit the throne of glory.
For the pillars of the earth are the Lord's, *
- and he hath set the world upon them.
He guardeth the feet of his saints, and the wicked are put to silence in darkness, *
- for by strength shall no man prevail.
They that strive with the Lord shall be broken to pieces; *
- out of heaven shall he thunder upon them.
The Lord shall judge the ends of the earth, and he shall give empire unto his King, *
- and shall exalt the horn of his Anointed.
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My heart exults in the Lord;*
- my strength is exalted in my God.
My mouth derides my enemies,*
- because I rejoice in your salvation.
There is no Holy One like you, O Lord,*
- nor any Rock like you, our God.
For you are a God of knowledge*
- and by you our actions are weighed.
The bows of the mighty are broken,*
- but the feeble gird on strength.
Those who were full now search for bread,*
- but those who were hungry are well fed.
The barren woman has borne sevenfold,*
- but she who has many children is forlorn.
Both the poor and the rich are of your making;*
- you bring low and you also exalt.
You raise up the poor from the dust,*
- and lift the needy from the ash heap.
You make them sit with the rulers*
- and inherit a place of honour.
For the pillars of the earth are yours*
- and on them you have set the world.
From Celebrating Common Prayer |