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¹ [A Psalme of Dauid.] Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to warre, and my fingers to fight. ² My goodnes and my fortresse, my high tower and my deliuerer, my shield, and he in whome I trust: who subdueth my people vnder me. ³ Lord, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? or the sonne of man, that thou makest account of him? ⁴ Man is like to vanity: his dayes are as a shadow that passeth away. ⁵ Bow thy heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines, and they shall smoke. ⁶ Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and destroy them. ⁷ Send thine hand from aboue, rid me, and deliuer me out of great waters: from the hand of strange children, ⁸ Whose mouth speaketh vanitie: and their right hand is a right hand of falshood.

⁹ I will sing a new song vnto thee, O God: vpon a psalterie, and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises vnto thee. ¹⁰ It is he that giueth saluation vnto kings: who deliuereth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sword. ¹¹ Rid me, and deliuer me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanitie: and their right hand is a right hand of falshood. ¹² That our sonnes may be as plants growen vp in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace: ¹³ That our garners may bee full, affoording all maner of store; that our sheepe may bring forth thousands, and tenne thousands in our streetes. ¹⁴ That our oxen may be strong to labour, that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streetes. ¹⁵ Happy is that people that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the Lord.