Psalms 18:1-6

Great(i) 1 To the chaunter of Dauid the seruaunt of the Lorde, which spake vnto the Lord the wordes of thys song, (in the daye that the Lorde delyuered hym from the hande of all hys enemyes, and from the hande of Saul) and he sayde: I Will loue the, O Lorde, my strength. The Lorde is my stony rock, & my defence, my sauyour, my God, & my might, in whom I wyll trust: my buckler, the horne also of my saluacyon, and my refuge. 2 I will call vpon the Lord, which is worthy to be praysed, so shall I be safe fro myne enemyes. 3 The sorowes of deeth compassed me, & the ouerflowinges of vngodlynesse made me afrayed. 4 The paynes of hell came about me, the snares of deeth ouertoke me. 5 In my trouble wyll I call vpon the Lorde: & complayne vnto my God. 6 So shall he heare my voyce out of his temple, & my complaynte shall come before him, it shall entre euen into hys cares.