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Psal. 3.
O lorde hou many ennemies haue I
hou many do against me nou arise
quho of my soule do say ue can not spy
no helth in god for him in any uise
but thou ô lorde art both my targe & gloire
& holdes aloft my head as of befoire.
hou many do against me nou arise
quho of my soule do say ue can not spy
no helth in god for him in any uise
but thou ô lorde art both my targe & gloire
& holdes aloft my head as of befoire.
quhen as my uoice to god did cry & ueip
he ansourid me out of his holy hill
then did I lay me doun & soundly sleip
& ualk in sure since he maintaind me still
therfoire at all I uoulde not be afrayde
thoch hundreth thousandis uaire about me layde.
he ansourid me out of his holy hill
then did I lay me doun & soundly sleip
& ualk in sure since he maintaind me still
therfoire at all I uoulde not be afrayde
thoch hundreth thousandis uaire about me layde.
iehoua ryse my god preserue me nou
quho stroke my foes on iaue & on chaft bone
quho brakk the uikkeddis teeth bot only thou
all health is into iehoua alone
poure doun upon thy people from aboue
thy confortabill blessing & thy loue.
quho stroke my foes on iaue & on chaft bone
quho brakk the uikkeddis teeth bot only thou
all health is into iehoua alone
poure doun upon thy people from aboue
thy confortabill blessing & thy loue.
finis.
I.D.R.S.
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