A    ^notePrayse þe; Lord O my soule: O Lord my God, thou art become exceadynge glorious, thou art clothed with maiesty and honoure. Thou deckest thy selfe with lyght, as it were with a garment, and spredest out the heauens lyke a curtayne.

Which layeth the beames of his ch&abar;bers in the waters, ∧ maketh the cloudes his charet, ∧ walketh vp&obar; the wynges of þe; wynde.

^noteHe maketh his angels spretes, and his mynisters a flamynge fyre. He layed the foundacy&obar; of the earth, that it neuer shulde moue at eny tyme. Thou coueredst it &wt; the depe lyke as wyth a garm&ebar;t: the waters stande in the hylles. ^noteAt thy rebuke they flye, at the voyce of thy thonder they are afrayed. B   They go vp as hye as the hylles, and downe to the valleys beneth: euen vnto the place, which thou hast appoynted for them. ^noteThou hast set them their boundes, which they shall not passe: nether turne agayne to couer the earth. He sendeth the springes into the ryuers, which r&ubar;ne am&obar;g the hylles. All beastes of þe; felde dryncke therof: and the wylde asses quench theyr thyrste. Besyde them shall the foules of þe; ayre haue theyr habitacyon, ∧ synge am&obar;ge the bra&ubar;ches. He watreth the hylles from aboue, the earth is fylled wyth the frute of thy worckes. He bryngeth forth grasse for the cattell, &abar;d grene herbe for the seruice of men: that he maye ^note brynge fode out of the earth: and wyne that maketh glad the herte of man, and oyle to make him a chearfull countena&ubar;ce, and bred to strength m&abar;s herte. C   The trees of the Lord also are full of sappe, eu&ebar; the Cedres of Libanus which he hath planted. Wherin the byrdes make their nestes, and the fyrre trees are a dwellyng for the storcke. The hye hilles are a refuge for the wilde goates, and so are the stony rockes for the conyes. He appoynted the Moone for certayne seasons, and the Sunne knoweth hys goynge downe.

Thou makest darcknesse, that it maye be night, wherin all the beastes of the forest do moue. The ly&obar;s roaring after their praye to seke theyr meate at God. The sunne aryseth, and they get them awaye together, and lye th&ebar; downe in their dennes. ^noteMan goeth forth to his worcke, &abar;d to hys laboure vntyll the euenyng. ^noteO Lorde, how manifolde are thy worckes? in wysdome hast þu; made them all: the earth is full of thy ryches. So is this greate &abar;d wyde see also, wherin are thynges crepynge innumerable, both small and greate beastes. D   There go the shippes, and there is that ^note &rhand; Leuiath&abar;, whom thou hast made, to take hys pastyme therin. ^noteThese wayte all vp&obar; the, that thou mayest geue them meate in due season. When thou geuest it them, they gather it: and when thou openest thyne h&abar;d, they are fylled with good. Wh&ebar; thou hydest thy face, they are troubled: whan thou takest awaye their breth, they dye, and are turned agayne to their dust. When thou lettest thy breth goo forth, they shalbe mad, and thou shalt renue the face of the earth.

The glorious maiesty of the Lord shall endure for euer, the Lorde shall reioyse in hys worckes. The earth shall tremble at the loke of hym: yf he do but touch the hylles, they shall smoke. I wyll synge vnto the Lorde as longe as I lyue, I will prayse my God whyle I haue my beynge. And so shall my wordes please h&ibar;: my ioye shalbe in the Lorde. As for synners, they shalbe consumed out of the earth, and the vngodly shall come to an ende: ^note prayse thou the Lorde, O my soule. Prayse the Lorde.

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