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Psalme C.xli. Domine clamaui.

O Lorde I call, to thee for helpe
Wyth spede geue eare to me:
The voice consydre, of my request


When I crye vnto thee.
Let thys my prayer, be acceptable
As incence in thy syght:
Let the lyftynge, vp of my hands
Be sacrifyce for nyght.
So gyde my lyps, and rule my mouthe
O Lorde prepaire a watche:
To kepe my tounge, from that speakyng
Wherby I may harme catch.


My harte to gouerne, I thee beseche
And eke so gyde and rule:
That it be not, inclyned to
The thinge wycked and euel.
Let me, the fellowshyppe forsake
Of the vngodly sect:
Lest that I taste, and such thinges do
As they shall well accept.


Let me rather, the ryghteous scourge
Abyde and eke sustayne:
Frendlye to chasten, and me reproue
My folly to refrayne.
Let not theyr swete, & pleasaunt talke
Nor yet theyr flattring style:
In me take place, for whych I praye
Lest they should me begyle.
Let theyr iudges, be put to foyle
Wyth stones them ouerthrowe:
That they my words, whiche are so swete
Maye then heare and them knowe.
Oure bones in pyts, lye dyspersed
The graues do them retayne:
As when we woode, on the earth heaw
A memory wyll remayne.
Myne eyes O Lorde, do the beholde
And haue to thee respect:
In thee is my, whole hope and trust
My soule do not reiect.
From the deuyce, and wyly snares
O Lorde delyuer me:
Of such as waulke, in wycked wayes
Worckinge iniquytye.


Such as shall seake, vs to betraye
And laye for vs a snare:
Let them be taken, in the same
For vs they dyd prepare.
Dauid to God, makes here request
And opens thys hys mynde
Hys troubles all dysclosynge playne
And douts not helpe to fynde