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Out of Sion apeareth the glorious beutie of God.

Oure God shal come, and not kepe sylence: there goeth before him a consumynge fyre, and a mightie tempest rounde aboute him.

And the heauens shal declare his rightuousnesse, for God is iudge himself.

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

Offre vnto God prayse and thankesgeuynge, and paye thy vowes vnto the most hyest.

But vnto the vngodly sayeth God: Why doest thou preach my lawes, and takest my couenaunt in thy mouth?

O considre this, ye that forget God: lest I plucke you awaie, and there be none to delyuer you.

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

Haue mercy vpon me (o God) after thy goodnes, & acordinge vnto thy greate mercies, do awaye myne offences.

Make me a clene hert (o God) and renue a right sprete within me.

Delyuer me from bloudegyltynesse o God, thou that art the God of my health, that my tonge maye prayse thy rightuousnesse.

The sacrifice of God is a troubled sprete, a broken and a cotrite hert (o God) shalt thou not despise.

Where as the goodnesse of God endureth yet daylie.

Therfore shal God cleane destroyethe, smyte the in peces, plucke the out of thy dwellinge, and rote the out of the londe of the lyuinge.

Lo, this is the ma, yt toke not God for his stregth, but trusted vnto the multitude of his riches, & was mightie in his wickednesse.

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.

The foolish bodies saye in their hertes: Tush, there is no God. Corrupte are they, and become abhominable in their wickednesses: there is not one, that doth good.

God loked downe from heauen vpo the children of men, to se yf there were eny that wolde vnderstonde, or seke after God.

How ca they haue vnderstondinge, that are the workers of wickednes, eatinge vp my people as it were bred, & call not vpon God?

They are afrayed, where no feare is: for God breaketh the bones of them that besege the: thou puttest them to confucion, for God despiseth them.