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¹ Prayse the LORDE o my soule: O LORDE my God, thou art become exceadinge glorious, thou art clothed with maiesty and honoure.² Thou deckest thy self with light, as it were wt a garment, thou spredest out the heauen like a curtayne.³ Thou voltest it aboue with waters, thou makest the cloudes thy charet, and goest vpon the wynges of the wynde.⁴ Thou makest thine angels spretes, and thy ministers flammes of fyre.⁵ Thou hast layed ye earth vpon hir foundacion, that it neuer moueth at eny tyme.⁶ Thou couerest it with the depe like as with a garmet, so that the waters stonde aboue the hilles.⁷ But at thy rebuke they fle, at the voyce of thy thonder they are afrayed.⁸ Then are the hilles sene alofte, & the valleys beneth in their place which thou hast appoynted for the.⁹ Thou hast set them their boundes, which they maie not passe, that they turne not agayne to couer ye earth.

¹⁰ Thou causest the welles to sprynge vp amonge the valleys, and the waters runne amonge ye hilles.¹¹ That all the beastes of the felde maye haue drynke, & that the wylde asses maye quench their thyrste.¹² Aboue vpon the hilles haue the foules of the ayre their habitacion, and synge amonge the braunches.¹³ Thou watrest the hylles from aboue, the erth is fylled with ye frutes of thy workes.¹⁴ Thou bryngest forth grasse for the catell, and grene herbe for the seruyce of men.¹⁵ Thou bryngest fode out of the earth: wyne to make glad ye herte of ma, oyle to make him a chearfull countenaunce, & bred to strength mans herte.¹⁶ The trees of the LORDE are full of sappe, euen the trees of Libanus which he hath planted.¹⁷ There make the byrdes their nestes, and the fyrre trees are a dwellinge for the storcke.¹⁸ The hilles are a refuge for the wylde goates, and so are the stony rockes for ye conyes.

¹⁹ Thou hast appoynted the Moone for certayne seasons, the Sonne knoweth his goinge downe.²⁰ Thou makest darcknesse, that it maye be night, wherin all the beastes of the forest do moue.²¹ Yee and the yonge lyons which roare after the praye, and seke their meate at God.²² But when the Sonne ariseth, they get them awaye together, and lye them downe in their dennes.²³ Then goeth man forth to his worke, and to till his londe vntill the euenynge.²⁴ O LORDE, how manifolde are thy workes, right wysely hast thou made the all: yee the earth is full of thy riches.²⁵ So is this greate and wyde see also, wherin are thinges crepinge innumerable, both small and greate beastes.²⁶ There go the shippes ouer, and there is that Leuiathan, whom thou hast made, to take his pastyme therin.²⁷ They wayte all vpo the, that thou mayest geue them meate in due season.²⁸ Whe thou geuest it them, they gather it: whe thou openest thine honde, they are fylled with good.²⁹ But when thou hydest thy face, they are soroufull: yf thou takest awaye their breth, they dye, & are turned agayne to their dust.³⁰ Agayne, when thou lattest thy breth go forth, they are made, and so thou renuest the face of the earth.

³¹ The glorious magesty of the LORDE endureth for euer, and the LORDE reioyseth in his workes.³² The earth trebleth at the loke of him, he doth but touch ye hilles and they smoke.³³ I will synge vnto the LORDE as longe as I lyue, I wil prayse my God whyle I haue my beinge.³⁴ O that my wordes might please him, for my ioye is in the LORDE.³⁵ As for synners, they shalbe cosumed out of the earth, and the vngodly shal come to an ende: but prayse thou the LORDE, o my soule. Halleluya.