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The LORDE shal refresh him, when he lyeth sick vpon his bedd, yee thou makest his bed in all his sicknesse.

Myne enemies speake euell vpo me: whan shal he dye, and his name perishe?

Though he came in to se, yet meaned he falsede in his hert, heapinge myschefe vpon himself.

Yee euen myne owne familier frende, whom I trusted, which dyd eate my bred, hath lift vp his hele agaynst me.

O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.

The LORDE hath promised his louynge kyndnesse daylie, therfore wil I prayse him in the night season, and make my prayer vnto ye God of my life.

Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet thanke him for the helpe of his countenaunce, and because he is my God.

Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thakes for ye helpe of his countenauce, and because he is my God.

Sela. For there is a floude, which wt his ryuers reioyseth ye cite of God, the holy dwellynge of the most hyest.

The Heithen are madd, the kyngdomes make moch adoo: but whe he sheweth his voyce, ye earth melteth awaye.

God is kynge ouer the Heithe, God sitteth in his holy seate.

Greate is ye LORDE & hyelie to be praysed, in ye cite of or God, eue vpo his holy hill.

No man maye deliuer his brother, ner make agrement for him vnto God.

Sela. O be not thou afrayed, whan one is made riche, & the glory of his house increased.

For he shal cary nothinge awaye wt him when he dyeth, nether shal his pompe folowe him.

But whe he foloweth his fathers generacion, he shal neuer se light eny more.

He shal call the heauens from aboue, and the earth, that he maye iudge his people.

And the heauens shal declare his rightuousnesse, for God is iudge himself.

Lo, this is the ma, yt toke not God for his stregth, but trusted vnto the multitude of his riches, & was mightie in his wickednesse.

Oh yt the sauynge health were geuen vnto Israel out of Sion: Oh that the LORDE wolde delyuer his people out of captiuyte. Then shulde Iacob reioyse, & Israel shulde be right glad.