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Neuertheles, thou herdest myne humble prayer, when I cried vnto the. O loue the LORDE (all ye his sayntes) for the LORDE preserueth the faithfull, and plenteously rewardeth he the proude doer. Be stroge therfore & take a good herte vnto you, all ye that put youre trust in the LORDE.

For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.

Sela. For this shal euery saynte make his prayer vnto the in due season, therfore shall not the greate water floudes come nye him.

Reioyse in ye LORDE (o ye rightuous) for it becommeth well the iust to be thankfull.

For the worde of ye LORDE is true, and all his workes are faithfull.

For loke what he sayeth, it is done: and loke what he comaudeth, it stondeth fast.

Blessed are the people that holde the LORDE for their God, & blessed are the folke whom he hath chosen to be his heretage.

Let oure soule paciently abyde the LORDE, for he is oure helpe and shilde.

O feare the LORDE, ye yt be his sayntes: for they that feare him, lacke nothinge.

For the eyes of the LORDE are ouer the rightuous, and his eares are open vnto their prayers.

Let them be cofounded and put to shame, that seke after my soule: let the be turned back and brought to confucion, that ymagin myschefe for me.

For they haue pryuely laied their nett to destroye me without a cause, yee and made a pitte for my soule, which I neuer deserued.

All my bones shal saie: LORDE, who is like vnto the? which delyuerest ye poore from those that are to stronge for him, yee the poore and the nedy from his robbers.

They rewarde me euell for good, to the greate discomforth of my soule.

I behaued myself as though it had bene my frende or my brother, I wete heuely, as one yt mourneth for his mother.

O let the not triuphe ouer me, that are myne enemies for naught: O let them not wyncke wt their eyes, that hate me without a cause.

And why? their comonynge is not for peace, but they ymagin false wordes agaynst ye outcastes of the londe.

And as for my tonge, it shall be talkynge of thy rightuousnes and of thy prayse, all the daye longe.

For he dyssembleth before his face, so longe till his abhominable synne be founde out.

For by the is ye well of life, & in thy light, shall we se light.