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¹ Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule.² I sticke fast in the depe myre, where no grounde is: I am come into depe waters, and the floudes wil drowne me.³ I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.⁴ They yt hate me without a cause, are mo then the hayres of my heade: they that are myne enemies & wolde destroye me giltlesse, are mightie:⁵ I am fayne to paye the thinges yt I neuer toke. God, thou knowest my symplenesse, and my fautes are not hyd from the.⁶ Let not them that trust in the (o LORDE God of hoostes) be ashamed for my cause: let not those yt seke the, be confounded thorow me, o God of Israel.⁷ And why? for thy sake do I suffre reprofe, shame couereth my face.⁸ I am become a straunger vnto my brethren, and an aleaunt vnto my mothers children.⁹ For the zele of thine house hath euen eaten me, and the rebukes of them that rebuked the, is fallen vpon me.¹⁰ I wepte and chastened my self wt fastinge, and that was turned to my reprofe.¹¹ I put on a sackecloth, and therfore they iested vpon me.¹² They that satt in the gate, spake agaynst me, and the dronckardes made songes vpon me.

¹³ But LORDE, I made my prayer vnto the in an acceptable tyme:¹⁴ Heare me (o God) with thy greate mercy & sure helpe.¹⁵ Take me out of the myre, yt I syncke not: Oh let me be delyuered fro the yt hate me, & out of ye depe waters.¹⁶ Lest ye water floude drowne me, that the depe swalowe me not vp, & yt the pitte shut not hir mouth vpon me.¹⁷ Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.¹⁸ Hyde not thy face from thy seruaut, for I am in trouble: O haist ye to helpe me.¹⁹ Drawe nye vnto my soule, and saue it: Oh delyuer me because of myne enemies.²⁰ Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.²¹ The rebuke breaketh my hert, & maketh me heuy: I loke for some to haue pitie vpon me, but there is no man: & for some to coforte me, but I fynde none.

²² They gaue me gall to eate, & whe I was thurstie, they gaue me vyneger to drynke.²³ Let their table be made a snare to take them selues withall, an occasion to fall & a rewarde vnto them.²⁴ Let their eyes be blynded, that they se not: & euer bowe downe their backes.²⁵ Poure out thy indignacion vpon them, & let thy wrothfull displeasure take holde of them.²⁶ Let their habitacion be voyde, & no man to dwell in their tentes.²⁷ For they persecute him whom thou hast smytten, & besyde thy woundes they haue geuen him moo.²⁸ Let them fall fro one wickednesse to another, & not come into thy rightuousnesse.²⁹ Let the be wyped out of ye boke of the lyuinge, & not be written amonge the rightuous.

³⁰ As for me, I am poore & in heuynesse, let thy helpe defende me, o God.³¹ That I maye prayse ye name of God with a songe, & magnifie it with thankesgeuynge.³² This shal please the LORDE better then a bullocke, that hath hornes & hoffes.³³ O considre this & be glad (ye that be in aduersite) seke after God, & yor soule shal lyue.³⁴ For the LORDE heareth the poore, & despyset not his presoners.³⁵ Let heauen & earth praise him, the see & all that moueth therin.³⁶ For God wil saue Sion, & buylde the cities of Iuda, that men maye dwell there, & haue the in possession. The sede of his seruauntes shal iheret it, & they that loue his name, shal dwell therin.