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¹ Blessed is he, yt considreth ye poore: ye LORDE shal delyuer him in the tyme of trouble.² The LORDE shal preserue him, and kepe him alyue: he shal make him to prospere vpon earth, and shal not delyuer him into ye wil of his enemies.³ The LORDE shal refresh him, when he lyeth sick vpon his bedd, yee thou makest his bed in all his sicknesse.⁴ I sayde: LORDE be mercifull vnto me, heale my soule, for I haue synned agaynst the.

⁵ Myne enemies speake euell vpo me: whan shal he dye, and his name perishe?⁶ Though he came in to se, yet meaned he falsede in his hert, heapinge myschefe vpon himself.⁷ All they that hate me, runne together agaynst me, and ymagin euell agaynst me.⁸ They haue geuen a wicked sentence vpon me: when he lyeth, he shal ryse vp nomore.⁹ Yee euen myne owne familier frende, whom I trusted, which dyd eate my bred, hath lift vp his hele agaynst me.¹⁰ But be thou mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) rayse thou me vp, and I shal rewarde them.¹¹ By this I knowe thou fauourest me, that my enemie shal not triumphe ouer me.¹² Thou hast vpholden me because of my innocency, and set me before thy face for euer.¹³ O blessed be ye LORDE God of Israel, from hece forth and for euermore. Amen, Amen.