A   Unto the wyll I crye, O Lorde, my strength: thyncke no scorne of me, lest, yf thou make þe; as though thou heardest not. I become lyke them, that go downe into the pytte. Heare the voyce of my h&ubar;ble peticyons, when I crye vnto the, whan I holde vp my, handes towarde the mercyseate of thy holy temple. O plucke me not awaye (neyther destroye me) with the vngodly and wicked doers ^note which speake frendly to their neyghbours, B   but ymagine myschefe in their hertes. ^noteRewarde them accordinge to their dedes, and accordynge to þe; wyckednesse of their awne inuencions. Recompense them after the worcke of their handes: paye them that they haue deserued. For they regarde not in ther mynde the worckes of the Lorde, ner the operacion of his h&abar;des: therfore shall he breake them downe, ∧ not buylde them vp. C   Praysed be the Lorde, for he hath hearde þe; voyce of myne humble peticions. ^noteThe Lorde is my strength ∧ my shylde: my hert hath trusted in him, ∧ I am helped: therfore my herte daunseth for ioye, and in my songe will I prayse him. The Lorde is their str&ebar;gth: and he is þe; wholsome defence of his anoynted. O Saue thy people, ∧ geue thy blessinge vnto ^note thyne enheritaunce: fede them, ∧ sett them vp for euer.

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