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I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.

I am become as a man that heareth not, and that can make no resistaunce wt his mouth.

I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.

I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.

Sela. Heare my prayer o LORDE, and considre my callinge: shewe not thy self as though thou sawest not my teares. For I am a straunger and pilgrymme with the, as all my forefathers were.

In the begynnynge of the boke it is written of me, that I shulde fulfill thy wil O my God, & that am I contet to do: yee thy lawe is within my hert.

For innumerable troubles are come aboute me: my synnes haue taken soch holde vpon me, that I am not able to loke vp: yee they are mo in nombre then the hayres of my heade, and my hert hath fayled me.

As for me, I am poore & in mysery, but the LORDE careth for me.

Be still the & confesse yt I am God: I wil be exalted amonge the Heithe, & I wil be exalted vpon earth.

Sela. Heare, o my people: let me speake, let me testifie amonge you, o Israel: I am God, euen thy God.

As forme, I am like a grene olyue tre in ye house of God: my trust is in the tender mercy of God for euer & euer. I wil allwaye geue thankes vnto the, for that thou hast done: and wil hope in thy name, for thy sayntes like it well.

Neuerthelesse, whe I am afrayed, I put my trust in the.

Yee in God do I trust, & am not afraied: what ca man the do vnto me?

I sticke fast in the depe myre, where no grounde is: I am come into depe waters, and the floudes wil drowne me.

I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.

I am fayne to paye the thinges yt I neuer toke. God, thou knowest my symplenesse, and my fautes are not hyd from the.

I am become a straunger vnto my brethren, and an aleaunt vnto my mothers children.

Hyde not thy face from thy seruaut, for I am in trouble: O haist ye to helpe me.

As for me, I am poore & in heuynesse, let thy helpe defende me, o God.

As for me, I am poore & in misery, haist the God for to helpe me. Thou art my helpe, my redemer & my God: oh make no longe tarienge.