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¹ My hert sheweth me the wickednesse of the vngodly, that there is no feare of God before his eyes.² For he dyssembleth before his face, so longe till his abhominable synne be founde out.³ The wordes of his mouth are vnrightuousnesse and disceate, he wil not be lerned to do good.⁴ He ymagineth myschefe vpon his bedde, he will come in no good waye, ner refuse the thinge that is euell.

⁵ Thy mercy (O LORDE) reacheth vnto the heauen, and thy faithfulnesse vnto the cloudes.⁶ Thy rightuousnesse stondeth like the stronge mountaynes, & thy iudgment like the greate depe.⁷ Thou LORDE preseruest both me & beestes. How precious is thy mercy (O God) that the children of men maye put their trust vnder ye shadowe of thy wynges?⁸ They shalbe satisfied with the pleteousnesse of thy house, and thou shalt geue them drynke of the ryuer of thy pleasures.⁹ For by the is ye well of life, & in thy light, shall we se light.¹⁰ O sprede forth thy louynge kyndnesse vnto them that knowe the, & thy rightuousnes vnto the that are true of hert.¹¹ O let not the fote of pryde ouertake me, O let not the hande of ye vngodly cast me downe.¹² As for wicked doers, they fall, they are cast downe, & are not able to stode.