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Psal. xiiii.

the folish man sayes in his mynde no godd thaire is, for thay
corrupt & uylest deidis thay uorke, not one doth goode I say
iehoua doth from hiest heauen look on the sonnes of men
to see if skill or feare of godd be into any then
eche one fallin bakke is & alyke euill sauourie are becum
& none thaire be do any goode not one of all & sum
hou senceless then I pray you are euill uorkeris one & all
that do my people eat as breade & not on godd do call

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yett thay into that uerrie place do tremble fast for feare
for godd by his assisting dois the upricht ofspring heare
ye thocht for to haue shamit quyte the counsallis of the puire
but notuithstanding iehoua is thaire refoodge most suire
ô if sum one ô quhen & quho saluation by his micht
shall bring from sion holie mount & makke on israell licht
euen quhen iehoua home shall bring his peoples flokke apace
reioyce shall iakobb, israell als shall glaidd be of the cace.
finis.