A    ^notePvt me not to rebuke (Oh LORDE) in thine anger: Oh chast&ebar; me not in thy heuy displeasure. For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore. There is no whole parte in my body, because of thy displeasure: there is no rest in my bones, by reason of my synnes. For my wickednesses are gone ouer my heade, and are like a sore burthen, to heuy forme to beare.

My woundes styncke ∧ are corrupte, thorow my folishnesse. I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe. For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body. I am feble and sore smytt&ebar;, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.

B   LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, ∧ my gronynge is not hyd from the. My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, ∧ the light of myne eyes is gone fro me. My louers ∧ frendes stonde lokynge vpon my trouble, and my kynsmen are gone a farre of. ^note

They that sought after my life, and to do me euell, spake of lyes and ymagined disceate all the daye longe. As for me, I was like a deaf m&abar;, and herde not: and as one that were domme, not openynge his mouth. I am become as a man that heareth not, and that can make no resistaunce &wt; his mouth.

For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God. C   My desyre is, þt; myne enemies triumphe not ouer me: for yf my fote slippe, they reioyse greatly against me. I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight. For I c&obar;fesse my wickednesse, ∧ my synne greueth me.

But myne enemies lyue, and are mightie: and they that hate me without a cause, are many in nombre. They that rewarde me euell for good, speake euell of me, because I folowe the thinge that good is. Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me. Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.

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