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For I haue kepte the wayes of the LORDE, & haue not behaued myself wickedly agaynst my God.

Thou lightest my cadle, o LORDE my God: thou makest my darcknesse to be light.

For in the I can discofit an hoost of me: yee in my God I ca leape ouer the wall.

The waye of God is a perfecte waye: the wordes of the LORDE are tried in the fyre: he is a shylde of defence, for all them that trust in him.

For who is God, but the LORDE? Or, who hath eny strength, but oure God?

It is God that hath gyrded me with stregth and made my waye vncorrupte.

The LORDE lyueth: ad blessed be my helper, praysed be the God of my health.

Eue ye God which seyth that I be auenged, and subdueth the people vnto me.

The very heaues declare the glory off God, ad the very firmamet sheweth his hadye worke.

The LORDE heare the in the tyme off trouble, the name of the God of Iacob defende the.

We will reioyse in thy health, & triuphe in ye name of the LORDE oure God: the LORDE perfourme all thy peticios.

Some put their trust in charettes, & some in horses: but we wil remebre ye name of the LORDE oure God.

My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.

O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.

He trusted in God, let him delyuer him: let him helpe hi, yf he wil haue him.

I haue bene left vnto the euer sence I was borne, thou art my God, eue fro my mothers wombe.

He shal receaue the blessinge fro the LORDE, ad mercy fro God his sauioure.

My God, I trust in ye: Oh let me not be confounded, lest myne enemies triuphe ouer me.

Lede me in yi trueth and lerne me, for thou art the God off my health, and in the is my hope all the daye longe.

Delyuer Israel (O God) out of all his trouble.