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¹ In the, o LORDE, is my trust, let me neuer be put to cofucio, but rydde me & delyuer me thorow thy rightuousnesse: encline thine eare vnto me, & helpe me.² Be thou my stronge holde (where vnto I maye allwaye fle) thou that hast promised to helpe me: for thou art my house of defence & my castell.³ Delyuer me (o my God) out of ye hade of the vngodly, out of the hande of the vnrightuous & cruell man.⁴ For thou (o LORDE God) art the thinge that I loge for, thou art my hope euen fro my youth.⁵ I haue leaned vpo ye euer sens I was borne, thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, therfore is my prayse allwaye of the.⁶ I am become a wonder vnto the multitude, but my sure trust is in the.⁷ Oh let my mouth be fylled with thy prayse & honoure all the daye loge.⁸ Cast me not awaye in myne olde age, forsake me not when my strength fayleth me.⁹ For myne enemies speake agaynst me, & they that laye wayte for my soule, take their councell together, sayenge: God hath forsake him, persecute him, take him, for there is none to helpe him.¹⁰ Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.¹¹ Let them be cofounded & perish, that are agaynst my soule: let the be couered with shame & dishonoure, that seke to do me euell.¹² As for me, I wil pacietly abyde allwaye, & wil euer encrease thy prayse.¹³ My mouth shal speake of thy rightuousnesse & sauynge health all the daye loge, for I knowe no ende therof.

¹⁴ Let me go in (o LORDE God) & I wil make mencion of thy power and rightuousnesse only.¹⁵ Thou (o God) hast lerned me fro my youth vp vntill now, therfore wil I tell of yi wonderous workes.¹⁶ Forsake me not (o God) in myne olde age, when I am gray headed: vntill I haue shewed thyne arme vnto childers children, & thy power to all them that are yet for to come.¹⁷ Thy rightuousnes (o God) is very hie, thou that doest greate thinges: o God, who is like vnto the?¹⁸ O what greate troubles & aduersite hast thou shewed me? & yet didest thou turne & refresh me, yee & broughtest me from the depe of the earth agayne.¹⁹ Thou hast brought me to greate honoure, & comforted me on euery syde.²⁰ Therfore wil I prayse the & thy faithfulnesse (o God) playege vpon the lute, vnto the wil I synge vpon the harpe. o thou holy one of Israel.²¹ My lippes wolde fayne synge prayses vnto the: ²² & so wolde my soule, whom thou hast delyuered.²³ My tonge talketh of thy rightuousnesse all the daye longe, ²⁴ for they are confounded & brought vnto shame, yt sought to do me euel.