Psalms 25:11-30:12 For thy names sake, O Lorde, be mercyfull vnto my synne, for it is greate.

Matthew⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹¹ For thy names sake, O Lorde, be mercyfull vnto my synne, for it is greate. ¹² Whatsoeuer he be that feareth the Lorde he shall shewe hym the waye that he hathe chosen. ¹³ Hys soule shall dwell at ease, and his sede shal possesse the lande. ¹⁴ The secrete of the Lorde is amonge them that feare him, and he sheweth them hys couenaunt. ¹⁵ Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the Lorde, for he shall plucke my fete oute of the net. ¹⁶ Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery. ¹⁷ The sorowes of my herte, are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles. ¹⁸ Loke vpon myne aduersyty and misery, & forgeue me all my synnes. ¹⁹ Consyder how myne enemyes are many, and beare a malicious hate against me. ²⁰ O kepe my soule, and delyuer me: let me not be confounded, for I haue put my trust in the. ²¹ Let inocencye and ryghtuous dealynge walie vpon me, for my hope is in the. ²² Delyuer Israell, O God oute of all hys trouble. ²⁶ ¹ Of Dauid. Be thou my iudge, O Lord, for I walke innocently: my trust is in the Lorde therfore shal I not fal. ² Examen me. O Lorde, and proue me: trye out my raines and my hert ³ For my louynge kindnesse is before mine eyes, and I walke in thy truth. ⁴ I syt not amonge vayne personnes, & haue no feloshippe with the disceatfull. ⁵ I hate the congregacyon of the wycked, and I wyll not syt amonge the vngodlye. ⁶ I wash my handes with innocencye, O Lorde, and so go I to thyne alter. ⁷ That I may shewe the voice of thy praise and tell of all thy wonderous workes, ⁸ Lorde, I loue the habitacion of thy house, and the place where thy honoure dwelleth. ⁹ O destroy not my soule wyth the sinners nor my lyfe with the bloudthursty. ¹⁰ In whose handes is wyckednesse, and their right hande is full of gyftes. ¹¹ But as for me I wyll walcke innocentely: O deliuer me, and be mercyfull vnto me. ¹² My fote standeth right: I wyll prayse the (O Lorde) in the congregations. ²⁷ ¹ Of Dauid. The Lorde is my lyghte and my health: whome then shoulde I feare? the Lorde is the strength of my life, for whom then shuld I be afraied? ² Therfore when the wycked, euen myne enemies and my foes, came vpon me, to eate vp my flesh, stombled and fell. ³ Thoughe an hooste of men were layed agaynst me, yet shall not my hert be afrayed: and though there rose vp warre agaynst me, yet wyll I put my trust in him. ⁴ One thynge haue I desyred of the Lorde, which I wyll requyre: namelye, that I maye dwel in the house of the Lorde all the dayes of my lyfe, to beholde the fayre beutye of the Lorde, and to viset his temple. ⁵ For in the tyme of trouble he hath hydde me in his tabernacle, yea in the secrete place of his dwellynge hath he kept and set me vp vpon a rocke of stone. ⁶ And now hath he lift vp my head aboue myne enemyes, that compassed me rounde aboute. Therfore wyll I offer in hys dwellynge. the oblacyon of thankesgeuynge: I wil singe and speake prayses vnto the Lorde. ⁷ Herken vnto my voyce, O Lorde, when I crye vnto the: haue mercye vpon me and heare me, ⁸ My hert speketh vnto the, my face seketh the, yea Lorde, thy face wyll I seke. ⁹ O hyde not thou thy face fro me, caste not in thy seruaunt of displeasure. Thou art my succour, leaue me not, nether forsake me, O God my sauioure. ¹⁰ For my father and my mother haue forsaken me, but the Lord hath taken me vp. ¹¹ Shewe me thy waye O Lord and lede me in the right path, because of myne ennemye ¹² Delyuer me not into the wyles of myne aduersaryes, for there are false wytnesses risen vp against me, and they ymagyne myschyefe. ¹³ Neuerthelesse I beleue verelye to se the goodnesse of the Lorde in the lande of the lyuynge. ¹⁴ O tary thou the Lordes leisure, be strong let thyne hert be of good comfort, and wayte thou still for the Lorde. ²⁸ ¹ Of Dauid. Vnto the wil I crye, O my strong defence: thinke no scorne of me, leste if thou make the as thoughe thou herdeste not, I be come lyke them, that go downe in to the pyt. ² Heare the voyce of my humble peticyon, when I cry vnto the, and hold vp my handes toward thy holy temple. ³ O plucke me not awaye amonge the vngodly and wickeddoers, which speake frendly to their neyghboure, but ymagin mischefe in their hertes. ⁴ Rewarde them accordynge to their dedes and wyckednesse of their owne inuencyons. Recompence them after the worckes of their handes, paye them that they haue deserued. ⁵ For they regarde not the worckes of the Lorde, nor the operacyon of his hands: therfore shall he breake them down, and not bild them vp. ⁶ Praysed be the Lorde, for he hath herd the voyce of myne humble petycyon. ⁷ The Lord is my strength and my shylde: my hert hoped in hym, and I am helped: therfore my hert daunseth for ioy, and I wil sing praises vnto hym. ⁸ The Lord is the strength of his people, he is the defender and Sauioure of his anoynted. ⁹ O helpe thy people, geue thy blessyng vnto thyne enheritaunce: fede them, and set them vp for euer. ²⁹ ¹ A Psalme of Dauid. Ascribe vnto the Lorde, O ye mightie, ascribe vnto the Lord worship and strength. ² Geue the Lord the honour of his name bow your selues to the holy magesty of the Lord, ³ It is the Lorde that commaunded the waters: It is the gloryus God that maketh the thonder: it is the Lorde that ruleth the sea. ⁴ The voyce of the Lorde is mighty in operacyon, the voice of the Lorde is a glorius voyce. ⁵ The voyce of the Lorde breaketh the Cedre trees: yea the Lorde breaketh the Ceders of Libanus. ⁶ He maketh them to skyppe lyke a calfe: Libanus and Sirion lyke a younge vnicorne ⁷ The voyce of the Lorde deuydeth the flames of fyre: ⁸ the voice of the Lorde shaketh the wylderuesse, yea the Lorde shaketh the wildernesse of Cades. ⁹ The voyce of the Lorde moueth the hyndes and discouereth the thicke bushes: in hys temple shall euerye man speake of hys honoure. ¹⁰ The Lord stilleth the water floud, and the Lord remaineth a king for euer. ¹¹ The Lorde shall geue power vnto hys people, the Lord shall geue his people the blessyng of peace. ³⁰ ¹ A Psalme and songe of the dedicatiou of the house of Dauid. I wyll magnifye the, O Lord, for thou hast set me vp, and not suffred my foes to triumphe ouer me. ² O Lord my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me. ³ Thou Lord hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my lyfe, where as they go downe to the pyt. ⁴ Singe prayses vnto the Lord (O ye saintes of hys) geue thankes vnto hym for a remembraunce of hys holynesse. ⁵ For his wrath endureth but the twincling of an eie, and his pleasure is in lyfe: heuinesse may well endure for a nyght, but ioye commeth in the morning. ⁶ As for me, when I was in prosperytye, I sayd: Tush I shal neuer fall more. ⁷ And why? thou Lord of thy goodnesse hadest made my hyll so stronge. But as soone as thou turnedest thy face fro me, I was brought in feare. ⁸ Then cryed I vnto the, O Lorde, yea vnto the Lord made I my praier. ⁹ What profyt is ther in my bloude, if I go downe to corruption? May the dust geue thankes vnto the? Or shal it declare thy faythfulnesse? ¹⁰ Heare, O Lorde, and haue mercye vpon me: Lord be thou my helper. ¹¹ And so thou hast turned my heuynesse into ioye: thou haste put of my sacke cloth, & gyrded me with gladnesse. ¹² That mine honoure myght synge praises vnto the without ceasyng: O Lord my God, I wil geue thankes vnto the for euer.