Praying the Psalms with Augustine and Friends

Chapter 4: Psalms 60–80

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Psalm 61 with Mary Sidney Herbert – A Prayer for Protection To thee I cry, my crying hear! To thee my praying voice doth fly. Lord, lend my voice a listening ear, from country banished, all comfort vanished, to thee I run when storms are near. Up to thy hill Lord, make me climb; which else to scale exceeds my skill; For in my most distressed time thy eye attended 1 me, thy hand defended me, against my foe my fortress still. Then where a tent for thee is made, to harbor still 2 is my extent; and to thy wings protecting shade myself I carry will, and there I tarry 3 will, safe from all shot against me bent. 4

1 Attended – watched over 2 To harbor still – take shelter always

3 Tarry – linger 4 Bent – aimed