V.
1
Heare, Lord, my words, O let have weght
My worke of discowrse, heart wt thee,
2
My voice's cry, my King and God,
Acceptable let be.
3
For thee implore I will. My voice
Lord thow shalt ayrely hear.
Ile order ayrly my request,
And looking wp appear.
4
For not a God that taks delight
In wickednes thow art,
5
With thee no evill duells; the fooll
Sall from thy face depairt.
6
All workers of iniquitie
Thow hatst; the Lyar (Lord)
Thow wilt cutt off; by thee ar false
And bloodie men abhorrd.
7
Bot as for me, whom thow hast made
Thy mercies manifold
By frequent prooff pertake, the way
Vnto thyne house Ile hold;
The temple of thy holinesse
My worschip shall respect,
Which in thy feare accomplishing
I thither shall direct.
8
Becaus of my observers lead
Me in thy righteousnes,
9
O Lord; to me, thy pathes mak plaine;
For found no faithfullnes
Is in ther mouthes; within them lurks
All wickednes & wrong:
Ther throats ane open sepulcher,
They flatter with ther tong.
10
Destroy thow them, O God; them caus
By ther owne counsells fall,
For ther transgressiouns multiply'd
Them bring to ruine all;
For they against thee stubburnely
Rebellion have embrac'd.
11
But lett all them rejoyce, in thee
Whose confidence is plac'd.
Shout may they still for joy, becaus
Protect'd they are by thee;
12
All them that love thy name, O Lord,
In thee lett joyfull be.
For on the righteous man, O Lord,
Thy blessing doth abide;
Him shall thy favour as a sheild
Secure on every side.
