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1 Of Dauid. Unto the (O Lorde) wyll I lyft vp my soule.
2 My God, I haue put my trust in the: Oh lett me not be confounded, nether let myne enemyes triumphe ouer me.
3 For all they that hope in the, shall not be a shamed: but soch as transgresse without a cause, shall be put to confusion
4 Shewe me thy wayes, O Lord, & teache me thy pathes.
5 Leade me forth in thy trueth, & lerne me, for thou art the God of my saluacion: in the hath bene my hope all the daye longe.
6 Call to remembraunce (O Lorde) thy tender mercyes, and thy louynge kyndnesses, which haue bene euer of olde.
7 Oh remembre not the synnes & offences of my youth, but accordynge vnto thy mercy thynke thou vpon me (O Lord) for thy goodnesse.
8 Gracious & ryghteous is the Lorde, therfore wyll he teache synners in the waye.
9 Them that be meke, shall he guyde in iudgement: & soch as be gentle, them shall he lerne his waye.
10 All the pathes of the Lorde are mercye & truthe, vnto soch as kepe his couenaunt & his testimonies.
11 For thy names sake, O Lord, be mercyfull vnto my synne, for it is great.
12 What man is he that feareth the Lord? him shall he teache in the waye that he shall chose.
13 His soule shall dwell at ease, and hys sede shall inheret the lande.
14 The secrete of the Lorde is amonge them that feare him & he wyll shewe them hys couenaunt.
15 Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the Lord, for he shall plucke my fete out of the net.
16 Turne the vnto me, & haue mercy vpon me: for I am desolate, and in misery.
17 The sorowes of my herte are enlarged: O bryng thou me out of my troubles.
18 Loke vpon myne aduersyte & misery, and forgeue me all my synne.
19 Considre myne enemies how many they ar, & they beare a tyrannous hate agaynst me.
20 O kepe my soule, and delyuer me. let me not be counfounded, for I haue put my trust in the.
21 Let perfectnesse and ryghteous dealynge wayte vpon me, for my hope hath bene in the.
22 Delyuer Israel O God, out of all hys troubles.