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The .cxxvij. Psalme.

Vnlesse the Lorde do builde the house, ye buildars lose theyr payne:
And except he kepe the citie, the kepars watch in vayne.
It is in vayne that you do rise, so sone and reste so late:
And that you get your vitayles wyth payn and sorowes so greate.
Syth in the meane ceasone God doeth graunte slepe and quiete reste:
To his dearlynges and all such men, as his herte lyketh beste.
Beholde the byrthryght of the Lorde, is chylder and younge frye:


And the wages that he geueth, the fruite of the bealye.
The chyldren that be borne in youth, whylse boeth parentes be yonge:
Are lyke the arrowes that are shotte, by a man that is stronge.
And happie is he that fylleth his quiuer wyth the same:
For when they shal stryue wyth theyre lyke, they shall sustayne no shame.