CXLI.
1
To thee I call, hast wnto me,
Lord, to my voyce give eare.
2
When I with cryes befor thee come,
My prayr let apeare.
As savory incense in thy sight,
My hands lift'd wp on high,
Let as the evining sacrifice
Acceptance fynd with thee.
3
Set thow a watch befor my mouth,
O Lord, my lipps preserve;
4
Their passage guard. Let not my hart
To any evill swerve.
To practise wickednes with these
Who worke iniquity,
Or long ther delicats to taste,
Let me not taken be.
5
Me let the righteouse smytt, from love
So his reprooffe proceid;
This will I hold a soveraine balme,
Which shall not breke my heid;
For in their evills (yet) I'le pray.
6
Ther judges reull who beare,
In stony pairts thrown doun, my words
(Which sweet ar) then shall heare.
7
Evin as when one doth tim̄ber cutt,
Or cleave wpon the ground,
About the graves mouth (heir and their),
Or bones ar scattred found.
8
Bot on thee, O my God and Lord,
Myne eyes I fixed have;
In the my trust is; destitute
My soule, O doe not leave.
9
From trains laid for me, from their snaires
That work iniquity
10
Me save. The wickeds' netts themselvs
Let fange, whil I passe free.
