Psalms 19 To the chaunter, a psalme of Dauid. The heauens declare the glory of God, and the firmament sheweth his handy worcke.

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ To the chaunter, a psalme of Dauid. The heauens declare the glory of God, and the firmament sheweth his handy worcke. ² One daye telleth another: & one nyght certifieth another. ³ There is nether speach ner language, but their voices ar heard among them. ⁴ Their sounde is gone out into all landes: & their wordes into the endes of the worlde. ⁵ In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sunne, which commeth forth as a brydgrome out of hys chambre, and reioyseth as a giaunt to runne his course. ⁶ It goeth forth from the vttmost parte of the heauen, and runneth about vnto the ende of it agayne, & there is nothynge hyd from the heate therof. ⁷ The lawe of the Lord is an vndefylled lawe conuerting the soule. The testimony of the Lorde is sure, and geueth wisdome vnto the symple. ⁸ The statutes of the Lorde are right and reioyse the hert, the commaundement of the Lorde is pure, and geueth light vnto the eyes. ⁹ The feare of the Lorde is cleane, and endureth for euer: the iudgementes of the Lorde are true and ryghteous all together. ¹⁰ More to be desyred are they then golde, yee then moche fyne golde: sweter also then hony, and the hony combe. ¹¹ Moreouer, by them is thy seruaunt taught, & in kepynge of them there is greate rewarde. ¹² Who can tell, howe oft he offendeth? Oh clense thou me fro secrete fautes. ¹³ Kepe thy seruaunt also from presumptuous synnes, lest they get the dominion ouer me: so shall I be vndefyled, & innocent from the greate offence. ¹⁴ Let the wordes of my mouth, and the meditacion of my herte be acceptable in thy syght O Lorde, my strength annd my redemer.