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Psalme CXlii. Voce mea ad dominum.



My voyce & prayer, I dyd shew forth
Makyng to God my mone:
Euen to the Lorde, direct dyd I
My supplicacion.


I dyd powre out, my grefe and playnte
Before hys glorious face:
And my whole trouble, I dysclosed
To hys most deuyne grace.
When payne my spyryt, dyd sore oppresse
My wayes to thee were knowne:
In which myne enmyes, layde thē wayte
Me to haue ouerthrowne.
I cast myne eyes, on the ryght hande
A vew and syght to take
Not one ther was, that woulde me know
They all dyd me forsake
No place of refuge, nor succour
Unto had I to flye:
As for my soule, not one ther was
That would it then pyttye.


Unto the Lorde, I spake and sayde
My voyce to him lyftinge:
Thou art my hope, and porcyon eke
In the lande of lyuynge.
Waye and consyder, well therfore
Thys my complaynt and crye:
For very lowe, I am now brought
Sustaynynge myserye.
Delyuer Lorde, me from the hands
Of such as me pursue:
Whose myght & strength, is now so great
As wyll me cleane subdue.
My soule out of, prisone delyuer
Releace O Lorde the same:
That I maye gyue, & render thankes
Unto thyne holy name.


Which thynge O Lord, yf thou performe
And grauntest vnto me:
All the righteous, then resort wyll
Unto my company.
Dauid of hys sonne, afflycted
Doth vnto the Lorde crye


From his hands to, be delyuerd
And from hys tyrannye.