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¹ A Psalme of Dauid. Blessed be the Lorde my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.² He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder me.³ Lorde, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!⁴ Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.⁵ Bow thine heauens, O Lorde, and come downe: touch the mountaines & they shal smoke.⁶ Cast forth the lightning & scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.⁷ Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,⁸ Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.¹⁰ It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.¹¹ Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehoode:¹² That our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace:¹³ That our corners may be full, and abounding wt diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:¹⁴ That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.¹⁵ Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.