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Thou art my succoure, leaue me not, nether forsake me, O God my Sauioure.

It is the LORDE that commaundeth the waters: It is the glorious God that maketh ye thonder:

O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.

And so thou hast turned my heuynesse into ioye: thou hast put of my sack cloth, & gyrded me wt gladnesse. That my honor might synge prayses vnto the wt out ceassynge: O LORDE my God, I wil geue thankes vnto the for euer.

Into thy hondes I commende my sprete: thou hast delyuered me O LORDE thou God of treuth.

But my hope is in ye O LORDE, & I saye: thou art my God.

Blessed are the people that holde the LORDE for their God, & blessed are the folke whom he hath chosen to be his heretage.

Awake (LORDE) and stonde vp: auenge thou my cause, my God, and my LORDE.

Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.

My hert sheweth me the wickednesse of the vngodly, that there is no feare of God before his eyes.

Thou LORDE preseruest both me & beestes. How precious is thy mercy (O God) that the children of men maye put their trust vnder ye shadowe of thy wynges?

The lawe of his God is in his hert, therfore shal not his fotesteppes slyde.

For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.

Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.

He hath put a new songe in my mouth, euen a thankesgeuynge vnto oure God. Many men seynge this, shal feare the LORDE, & put their trust in him.

O LORDE my God, greate are yi wonderous workes which thou hast done: & in thy thoughtes towarde vs there maye none be lickened vnto the.

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.

Thou art my helper & redemer, make no longe tariege, o my God.

O blessed be ye LORDE God of Israel, from hece forth and for euermore. Amen, Amen.

Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God?