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Psal. vi.
Ô lorde into thy uraithfull yre
reproue me not I humblie pray
nor chasten me in thy furiouse fyre:
but shou me mercie euerie uay
for that I languish sore
then cure me lorde thairfore
for bones & soule are more
then trublit ay.
reproue me not I humblie pray
nor chasten me in thy furiouse fyre:
but shou me mercie euerie uay
for that I languish sore
then cure me lorde thairfore
for bones & soule are more
then trublit ay.
hou longe ô lorde thus uill thou do?
returne iehoua pleise it the
& pull my soule from perrell to
& for thy mercie keip thou me
for into death the sell
no mynde doth of the duell
quho can to praise the mell
in graue that be.
returne iehoua pleise it the
& pull my soule from perrell to
& for thy mercie keip thou me
for into death the sell
no mynde doth of the duell
quho can to praise the mell
in graue that be.
I ueirie in my siching still
& makis my bedd suimm all the nicht
& uith my teares I uatterr uill
my bedd stokke uith thaire uakkness licht
uraith dois my eye demaine
quhich uaxeth olde for paine
that all my foes retaine
thaire uoonted micht.
& makis my bedd suimm all the nicht
& uith my teares I uatterr uill
my bedd stokke uith thaire uakkness licht
uraith dois my eye demaine
quhich uaxeth olde for paine
that all my foes retaine
thaire uoonted micht.
remoue you then from me auay
ye uorkeris all of euill apace
for that the lorde doth heare I say
my ueping uoyce euen of his grace
yea euen iehoua great
did heare from holy seat
my prayeris air & lait
& pitteouse cace.
ye uorkeris all of euill apace
for that the lorde doth heare I say
my ueping uoyce euen of his grace
yea euen iehoua great
did heare from holy seat
my prayeris air & lait
& pitteouse cace.
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the lorde did of his meare gooduill
my humble praieris glaidlie heare
both shame & greatest trubbill still
then lett my cruell ennemies beare
quhom shame mott so confounde
as at â suddaine stounde
thay may out of this grounde
turne bakke uith feare.
my humble praieris glaidlie heare
both shame & greatest trubbill still
then lett my cruell ennemies beare
quhom shame mott so confounde
as at â suddaine stounde
thay may out of this grounde
turne bakke uith feare.
finis.
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