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[To the chiefe Musician, A Psalme of Dauid.] In thee, O Lord, doe I put my trust, let me neuer be ashamed: deliuer me in thy righteousnesse.

Bowe downe thine eare to me, deliuer me speedily: be thou my strong rocke, for an house of defence to saue me.

For thou art my rocke and my fortresse: therfore for thy names sake lead me, and guide me.

Pull me out of the net, that they haue layd priuily for me: for thou art my strength.

Into thine hand I commit my spirit: thou hast redeemed mee, O Lord God of trueth.

I haue hated them that regard lying vanities: but I trust in the Lord.

I will be glad, and reioyce in thy mercie: for thou hast considered my trouble; thou hast knowen my soule in aduersities;

And hast not shut me vp into the hand of the enemie: thou hast set my feete in a large roome.

Haue mercy vpon me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; mine eie is consumed with griefe, yea my soule and my belly.

For my life is spent with griefe, and my yeeres with sighing: my strength faileth, because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are consumed.

I was a reproch among all mine enemies, but especially among my neighbours, and a feare to mine acquaintance: they that did see me without, fled from me.

I am forgotten as a dead man out of minde: I am like a broken vessell.

For I haue heard the slaunder of many, feare was on euery side: while they tooke counsell together against me, they deuised to take away my life.

But I trusted in thee, O Lord: I sayd, Thou art my God.

My times are in thy hand: deliuer me from the hand of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me.

Make thy face to shine vpon thy seruant: saue me for thy mercies sake.

Let mee not be ashamed, O Lord, for I haue called vpon thee: let the wicked be ashamed, and let them be silent in the graue.

Let the lying lippes be put to silence: which speake grieuous things proudly and contemptuously against the righteous.

O how great is thy goodnesse, which thou hast layd vp for them that feare thee: which thou hast wrought for them that trust in thee, before the sonnes of men!

Thou shalt hide them in the secret of thy presence, from the pride of man: thou shalt keepe them secretly in a pauilion, from the strife of tongues.

Blessed be the Lord; for hee hath shewed me his maruellous kindnesse, in a strong citie.

For I sayd in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eies: Neuerthelesse thou heardest the voice of my supplications, when I cryed vnto thee.

O loue the Lord, all yee his Saints: for the Lord preserueth the faithfull, and plentifully rewardeth the proud doer.

Be of good courage, and hee shall strenghten your heart: all ye that hope in the Lord.