In the, O Lord, haue I put my trust:
let me neuer be put to confusyon: delyuer
me in thy ryghteousnesse.
Bowe downe thine eare to me, make haste
to delyuer me. And be thou my stronge
rocke, and a house of defence, that thou mayest
saue me. For þu; art my stronge rocke,
∧ my castell: Be thou also my guyde, ∧ leade
me for thy names sake. Drawe me out of
the nett that they haue layed priuely for me,
for thou art my strength. noteInto thy handes
I commende my sprete: For thou hast
redemed me, O Lorde thou God of treuth.
B I haue hated them that holde of supersticious
vanityes, ∧ my trust hath bene in þe;
Lorde. I wyll be glad and reioyse in thy
mercy: for thou hast consydred my trouble, ∧
hast knowne my soule in aduersytees.
Thou hast not shut me vp in to the h&abar;de
of the enemye, but hast set my fete in a large
rowme. Haue mercy vpon me, O Lorde,
for I am in trouble, ∧ myne eye is consumed
for very heuynesse, yee my soule ∧ my body.
For my lyfe is waxen olde with heuynesse,
∧ my yeares with mournynge. My
str&ebar;gth fayleth me because of myne iniquite,
and my bones are corrupte.
C I became a
reprofe amonge all myne enemyes, but specially
amonge my neyghbours, and they of
myne acquayntaunce were afrayed of me: ∧
they that dyd se me without, conueyed them
selues fro me. I am cleane forgotten, as a
deed man oute of mynde: I am be come lyke
a broken vessell. For I haue herde þe; blasphemy
of the multitude: and feare is on euerye
syde whyle they conspire together agaynst
me, ∧ take ther counsell to take awaye
my lyfe. But my hope hath bene in the,
O Lorde, I haue sayde: thou art my God.
My tyme is in thy hande: delyuer me fr&obar;
the h&abar;de of myne enemyes, and fr&obar; them that
persecute me.
D Shewe thy seruaunt the
light of thy countena&ubar;ce, and saue me for thy
mercyes sake. Let me not be confounded,
O Lorde, for I haue called vpon the: let the
vngodly be put to confusion, and be put to
syl&ebar;ce in the graue. Let the lyenge lyppes
be put to syl&ebar;ce, which cruelly, disdainfully,
∧ despitefully, speake against the ryghteous.
O howe pl&ebar;tyfull is thy goodnesse, which
thou hast layed vp, for them þt; feare the? and
that thou hast prepared for them, þe; put their
trust in the, euen before the sonnes of men?
E Thou shalt hyde them priuely by thine
awne presence fr&obar; þe; prouokinges of all men:
þu; shalt kepe them secretly in thy tabernacle,
fr&obar; the stryfe of tonges. Th&abar;kes be to the
Lorde, for he hath shewed me maruelous
greate kyndnesse in a stronge citie. And
when I made hast, I sayde: I am cast out of
thy syght. Neuertheles, thou herdest the
voyce of my prayer, when I cryed vnto the.
O loue the Lorde, all ye his saintes, for þe;
Lorde preserueth th&ebar; that are faythfull, and
plenteously rewardeth he the proude doer.
noteBe stronge, ∧ he shall stablyshe youre
hart, all ye that put your trust in the Lorde.
Great [1540], ¶ The Byble in Englyshe, that is to saye the cont&ebar;t of al the holy scrypture both of þe; olde, and newe testam&ebar;t, with a prologe therinto, made by the reuerende father in God, Thomas archbysshop of Cantorbury, ¶ This is the Byble apoynted to the vse of the churches (Printed by Edward Whytchurche) [word count] [B06000].
