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The .v. Psalme.

Lord marcke my wordes and vnderstand, all my styl whisperynge:
Heare me, for I wil pray to the that arte my God and kynge.
Lorde thou wilt heare my voyce by tyme, and I will me applye:
Unto the earlye in the morne, and loke on the onlye.
For thou art not the God that doeth in wyckednes delyght:
Neyther shal anye wycked thynge remayne wythin thy syght.
The rageynge foles shal not consiste and stande before thyne eyes:
For thou hast hated all suche men, as worcke iniquities.
Suche as speake lyes thou shalt destroy, for the Lorde doeth withstande:
The man that shedeth bloude, and that taketh disceyte in hande.
But I wylcome into thyne house trusting vpon thy grace:
And in thy feare wyll honoure the euen at thyne holy place.


Lorde leade me forth in thy iustice for feare of myne enmies:
And thyne owne waye defende thou Lorde before thy seruauntes eyes.
For in their mouth ther is no truth, their inwardes are but dounge:
Their throte is like an open graue, they flatter wyth their tonge.
Proue them giltye (O God) and let them falle from their counselles:
For their greate synnes dryue them awaye, for they haue bene rebelles.
And let suche as do truste in the, synge & reioyce alwaye:
Let suche as loue thy name reioyce in thy defence I saye.
For thou (O Lorde) doest blesse the iuste & geue hym good thynges styll:
And as a speare thy goodnes doeth enclose hym from all ylle.