A   I am the man, that (thorowe the rodd of hys wrath) haue experyence of mysery.

He droue me forth, and led me: yee into darcknesse, but not in to lyght.

Agaynst me onely he turneth hys hande, and layeth it euer vpon me. Beth.

My flesh ∧ my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brused.

He hath buylded rounde aboute me, ∧ closed me in wyth05Q1047 gall and trauayle.

He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer. Gymel.

He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, and hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me.

Though I crye and call piteously, yet heareth he not my prayer.

B   He hath stopped vp my wayes wyth foure squared stones, and made my pathes croked. Daleth.

He layeth wayte for me lyke a Bere, ∧ as a lyon in a hole.

He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peces, he hath layed me waste altogether

He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marck to shutte at. He.

The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen into my reynes.

I am laughed to scorne of al my people, they make songes vpon me all þe; daye longe.

He hath fylled me with bytternesse, and geuen me wormwod to dryncke. Vau.

C   He hath smytten my teth in peces, ∧ rolled me in the dust.

He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thynges.

I thought in my selfe: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde. Zam.

O remembre yet my mysery ∧ my trouble the wormwod and the gall.

Yee thou shalt remembre th&ebar;, for my soule melteth awaye in me.

Whyle I c&obar;sydre these thynges in my hert, I get a hope agayne. Heth.

Namely, þt; the mercyes of the Lord are not cleane gone, and that hys louynge kyndnesse ceasseth not.

His faythfulnes is greate, and renueth it selfe as the mournynge.

The Lorde is my porcy&obar;, sayeth my soule therfore wyll I hope in hym. Teth.

O how good is þe; Lord vnto th&ebar;, þt; put their truste in him, ∧ to þe; soule þt; seketh after him?

O how good is it with stylnesse to wate ∧ tarye, for the health of the Lorde?

O how good is it for a man, to take the yock vpon hym from hys youth vp. Iod.

D   He sytteth alone, he holdeth hym still, and dwelleth quyetly by him selfe?

He layeth his face vpon the earth, yf (percase) there happen to be eny hope.

He offreth hys cheke to the smyter, he wyl be content with reproues. Caph.

For the Lorde wyll not forsake for euer.

But though he do cast of, yet accordynge to þe; multitude of hys mercyes, he receyueth to grace agayne.

Iuda.

For he doeth not plage, ∧ cast out the chyldren of men from his herte. Lamed.

To treade all the presoners of the earth vnder hys fete.

To moue the iudgem&ebar;t of man before the most hyghest.

To condemne a man in hys cause: The Lorde hath no pleasure in soche thynges. Mem.

E   05Q1048What is he th&ebar; that sayeth: there shuld somethynge be done without the Lordes c&obar;maundement:

Out of the mouth of the mooste Hyghest goeth not euell and good?

Wherfore then murmureth the lyuynge man? let hym murmure at hys owne synne. Nun.

Let vs loke well vpon oure owne wayes, and remembre oure selues, and turne agayne to the Lorde.

Let vs lyft vp oure hertes with oure handes vnto the Lorde that is in heauen.

We haue bene dyssemblers, and haue offended, wylt thou therfore not be intreated? Samech.

Thou hast couered vs in thy wrath, ∧ persecuted vs, thou hast slayne vs wythout any fauoure.

Thou hast hyd thy selfe in a cloude, that oure prayer shulde not go thorow.

Thou hast made vs outcastes, and to be despysed amonge the Heathen. Ain.

All oure enemyes gape vpon vs.

F   Feare and snare is come vpon vs, yee despyte and destruccyon.

Whole riuers of water gushe out of myne eyes, for the greate hurte of my people. Phe

Myne eyes runne, and can not ceasse, for there is no rest.

O Lorde, when wylt thou loke downe from heauen and consydre?

Myne eye breaketh my herte, because of all the daughters of my cyte. Zade.

Myne enemyes hunted me out sharpely, lyke a byrde, yee and that without a cause

They haue put downe my life into a pitte and layed a stone vpon me.

They poured water vpon my head, then thought I: now am I vndone. Koph.

I called vpon thy name, O Lorde, out of the depe pytte.

Thou hast herde my voyce, and hast not turned awaye thine eares fro my syghinge ∧ cryenge.

Thou hast enclyned thy self vnto me, wh&ebar; I called vpon the, and haste sayde: feare not. Res.

G   Thou (O Lorde) hast mayntened the cause of my soule, and hast redemed my lyfe.

O Lorde, thou hast sene my blasphemers take thou my cause vpon the.

Thou hast well consydred how they go about to do me harme, and that all their councels are agaynst me. Sin.

Thou hast herde their despytefull wordes (O Lorde) yee and all their ymaginacyons agaynst me.

The lippes of myne enemyes, and their deuyces that they take agaynst me, all the daye longe.

Thou seyst also their syttinge downe and their rysinge vp, they make their songes of nothinge but of me. Thau.

Rewarde them (O Lorde) accordynge to the workes of their handes.

Geue them the thynge, that their owne herte is afraied of: euen thy curse.

Persecute them? O Lorde) with thyne indygnacyon, and rote them out from vnder the heauen.

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