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For it costeth more to redeme their soules, so that he must let that alone for euer.

Whyle he lyueth, he is counted an happie man: & so loge as he is in prosperite, me speake good of him.

And call vpo me in the tyme of trouble, so wil I heare the, that thou shalt thanke me.

Who so offreth me thakes and prayse, he honoureth me: & this is the waye, wherby I wil shewe him the sauynge health of God.

A frewil offeringe wil I geue the, and prayse thy name o LORDE, because it is so comfortable.

For thou hast delyuered me out of all my trouble, so that myne eye seyth his desyre vpo myne enemies.

The enemie crieth so, & the vngodly commeth on so fast: for they are mynded to do me some myschefe, so maliciously are they set agaynst me.

Yee they laye hondes vpon soch as be at peace with him, and so thei breake his couenaunt.

When so euer I call vpon the, myne enemies are put to flight: wherby I knowe, that thou art my God.

That she shulde not heare the voyce of the charmer, charme he neuer so wysely.

So that men shal saye: verely, there is a rewarde for ye rightuous: doutles, there is a God that iudgeth the earth.

O God, thou yt hast cast vs out and scatred vs abrode, thou yt hast bene so sore displeased at vs, coforte vs agayne.

So wil I allwaye synge prayses vnto thy name, yt I maye daylie perfourme my vowes.

He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence, so yt I shal not greatly fall.

He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence: so yt I shal not fall.

Yee their owne tunges shall make them fall, In so moch that who so seyth the, shal laugh the to scorne.

The dwellinges of the wildernes are fatt also, yt they droppe withall, & the litle hilles are pleasaunt on euery syde. The foldes are full of shepe, the valleys stonde so thicke with corne yt they laugh and synge.

Sela. O come hither and beholde the workes of God, which is so wonderfull in his doinges amonge the children of men.

He turned the see in to drye lode, so that they wente thorow the water on fote: therfore wil we reioyse in him.

Let God aryse, so shal his enemies be scatered, and they that hate him, shal fle before him.