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O LORDE my God, yff I haue done eny soch thinge: yf there be eny vnrightuousnes in my hades:

thou rightuous God, yt triest the very hertes & the reynes.

My helpe cometh of God, which preserueth them yt are true of herte.

God is a rightuous iudge, & God is euer threateninge. Yf men wil not turne, he hath whet his swearde: he hath bent his bowe & made it ready.

Sela. The wicked must be turned vnto hell, and all the Heithen yt forget God.

The vngodly is so proude and full of indignacio, that he careth not: nether is God before his eyes.

For he sayeth in his herte: Tush, God hath forgotten, he hath turned awaye his face, so yt he will neuer se it.

Aryse o LORDE God, lift vp thine honde, and forget not the poore.

Wherfore shulde the wicked blaspheme God, and saye in his herte: Tush, he careth not for it?

Considre, ad heare me, o LORDE my God: lighten myne eyes, that I slepe not in death.

The foolish bodyes saye in their hertes: Tush, there is no God. They are corrupte, ad become abhominable in their doynges, there is not one yt doth good.

The LORDE loked downe fro heaue vpo the children of men, to se yf there were eny, that wolde vnderstonde & seke after God. But they are all gone out of the waye, they are alltogether become vnprofitable: there is none that doth good, no not one.

Their mouth is full of cursinge and bytternes, their fete are swift to shed bloude. Destruccion & wretchednes are in their wayes, ad the waye of peace haue they not knowne: there is no feare off God before their eyes.

Therfore shal they be brought in greate feare, for God stondeth by the generacion of the rightuous.

Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.

I haue sayde vnto ye LORDE: thou art my God, my goodes are nothinge vnto the.

Afore honde sawe I God allwayes before me, for he is on my right honde, that I shulde not be moued.

For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.

I wil loue the (o LORDE) my stregth. The LORDE is my sucor, my refuge, my Sauior: my god, my helper i who I trust: my buckler, ye horne of my health, & my proteccio.

Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God.