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Psalme. C.xliii. Domine exaude.

O Lorde gyue eare, to my request
Consydre my desyre:
For thy truth, & ryghtousnes sake


Heare me I thee requyre.
And wyth thy seruaunt, entre not
In iudgement we the praye:
In thy syght no, lyuyng man shall
Be iustyfed I saye.
The enmye doth, me styll molest
My soule he hath pursued:
Prostrate on earth, he hath me layde
And my lyfe cleane subdued.


He hath me throwne, in great darknes
And caste me in a caue:
Lyke vnto those that are hence gone.
And lye in pyt or graue.
My spyrite in me is sore vexed
Abydynge payne and griefe:
My harte in me, is desolate
Wantynge helpe and reliefe.


I call to mynde, the tyme hence paste
Upon thy works I muse:
In suche as thyne, owne hands haue wrought
My selfe in dayly vse.
My hands I do, lyfte vp to thee
My soule doth for helpe craue
As the grounde thirstynge, for moysture
Desyres water to haue.
With spede (O Lorde) geue eare to me
My spirite it waxeth faynte:
From me, O Lorde, hyde not thy face
But heare this my complaynte.
Lest that I be, to suche comparde
And lykend to for it:
As are from hence, downe discended
To the infernall pyt.
O Lord beholde, that art my trust
The state wher in I stande:
Early in the, mornynge wyll I
Loke for helpe at thy hande.
My soule O Lorde, I do lyft vp
And directe vnto the:
The waye wherin, that I shall walke
Shewe thou Lord vnto me.


From the hands, of myne enemyes
O Lorde do me defende:
For vnto thee, do I now flye
Helpe Lorde vnto me sende.
The thinge to do, that shal thee please
O God do me instruct:
Thy lyuynge sprite, me to the lande
Of righteousnes conduct.
For thy name, and righteousnes sake
O Lorde reuyue my sprite:
My soule from all, aduersytie
Ryd and delyuer quyte.
Distroye thou Lorde, myne enemyes
That are to mischiefe prest:
The soule of me, thy poore seruaunte,
They styll vex and molest.
Out of the mouth, of vvicked men
Doth vvickednes procede:
Theyr due revvarde they shal receaue
Accordynge to theyr dede.