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¹ Blessed is he that considereth ye poore: God wyll delyuer hym in the tyme of trouble.² God wyll preserue hym & kepe him aliue: he shalbe blessed vpon the earth, and [thou O God] wylt not deliuer him into the wyll of his enemies.³ God wyll comfort hym when he lyeth sicke vpon his bed: thou [O God] wylt turne vpside downe all his bed in his sicknesse.⁴ I sayde, O God be mercifull vnto me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned agaynst thee.

⁵ Myne enemies speake euyl of me: whe shall he dye, and his name perishe?⁶ But yf [any of them] came to visite me, he spake vanitie: his heart conceaued vngodlynesse within hym selfe, & when he came foorth a doores he vttered it.⁷ All they that hated me whispered together: they imagined euyl agaynst me.⁸ [They sayde] some great mischiefe is lyghted vpon hym: and he that lyeth sicke on his bed, shall ryse vp no more.⁹ Yea besides this, euen myne owne friende whom I trusted: which dyd also eate of my bread, hath kicked very much agaynst me.¹⁰ But be thou mercifull vnto me O God: rayse me vp agayne, and I shall rewarde them.¹¹ By this I knowe thou fauouredst me: in that myne enemie doth not triumph agaynst me.¹² And when I am in my best case, thou vpholdest me: and thou wylt set me before thy face for euer.¹³ Blessed be God the Lorde of Israel: worlde without ende, Amen, Amen.