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O God rebuke me not in thine indignation: neither chasten me in thy wrath.

Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.

My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long [shall I be in this case?]

Turne thee O God, and deliuer my soule: Oh saue me for thy mercies sake.

For in death no man remembreth thee: and in the graue who can acknowledge thee?

I am weerie of my groning: I washe my bed euery nyght, and I water my coutche with my teares.

Mine eye is almost put out through griefe: and worne out through all mine enemies.

Away from me all workers of iniquitie: for God hath hearde the voyce of my weeping.

God hath hearde my petition: God wyll receaue my prayer.

All myne enemies shalbe confounded and sore vexed: they shalbe turned backe, they shalbe put to shame sodainlye.

O God my Lord, in thee I haue put my trust: saue me from all them that do persecute me, and deliuer thou me.

Lest he like a Lion seasoneth on my soule: teareth it in peeces, hauyng no rescue.

O God my Lord, if I haue done any such thing: or if there be any wickednesse in my handes.

If I haue done euyll vnto hym that had peace with me: and [if] I haue [not] deliuered hym that is without a cause myne aduersarie?

[Then] let myne enemie persecute my soule and take me: yea, let hym put me to death, and lay myne honour in the dust. Selah.

Arise O God in thy wrath, and stand thou vp agaynst the rage of myne enemies: stirre thou for me [according] to the iudgement [whiche] thou hast geuen.

And so shall the congregation of the people come about thee: for their sakes therfore place thy selfe on high.

God wyll iudge the people: geue thou sentence with me O God according to my righteousnesse, and according to my perfection [that is] within me.

My desire is, that ye wickednesse of the vngodly may come to an ende: and that thou wouldest assist the iust, who art the tryer of heartes and of reynes, O most righteous Lorde.

My buckler is with God: who preserueth them that be vpright in heart.

The Lorde is a righteous iudge: and the Lorde is prouoked to anger euery day.

If the wicked wyll not turne, he wyll whet his sworde: bende his bowe, and haue it in a redinesse [to shoote]

He hath prepared hym instrumentes of death: he hath ordayned his arrowes agaynst them that be persecutors.

Beholde, he wyll be in trauayle of a mischiefe, for he hath conceaued a labour: but yet he shall be brought to bed of a falsehood.

He hath made a graue and digged it: but he hym selfe wyll fall into the pit whiche he hath made.

For his labour shall come vpon his owne head: and his wickednesse shall fall vpon his owne pate.

I wyll prayse God accordyng to his ryghteousnesse: & I wyll sing psalmes vnto the name of the most high God.

O God our Lorde, howe excellent is thy name in all the earth? for that thou hast set thy glory aboue the heauens.

Out of the mouth of very babes and sucklinges thou hast layde the foundation of thy strength for thyne aduersaries sake: that thou mightest styll the enemie and the auenger.

For I will consider thy heauens, euen the workes of thy fingers: the moone and the starres whiche thou hast ordayned.

What is man that thou art myndfull of him? and the sonne of man that thou visitest hym?

Thou hast made hym somthyng inferiour to angels: thou hast crowned him with glory and worship.

Thou makest hym to haue dominion of the workes of thy handes: and thou hast put all thinges [in subiection] vnder his feete,

All sheepe and oxen, & also the beastes of the fielde:

the foules of the ayre, and the fishe of the sea, and whatsoeuer swymmeth in the seas.

O God our Lorde: howe excellent great is thy name in all the earth?