A   Put me not ^note to rebuke (O Lord) in thine anger: nether chasten me in thy heuy displeasure. For thyne arowes styck fast in me, and thy hande presseth me fore.

There is no health in my flessh, because of thy displeasure: nether is there anye rest in my bones, by reason of my synne. For my wyckednesses are gone ouer my heade, and are lyke a sore burthen, to heuy for me to beare. My woundes styncke and are corrupt, thorowe my folyshnesse. B   I ambrought in to so greate trouble ∧ misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.

For my loynes are fylled with a sore disease, ∧ there is no whole parte in my body. I am feble ∧ sore smytten, I haue roared for the very disquyetnes of my hert.

Lorde, þu; knowest all my desyre, and my gronynge is not hyd fr&obar; þe;. My hert p&abar;teth, my str&ebar;gth hath fayled me, ∧ þe; lyght of myne eyes is gone fro me. ^note C   My louers ∧ my neyghbours dyd st&abar;de lokynge vpon

my trouble, ∧ my kynsmen stode a farre of.

They also þt; sought after my life, layed snares for me: ∧ they that went aboute to do me euell, talked of wickednesse, ∧ ymagined disceate all þe; daye longe. As for me, I was lyke a deafe m&abar; ∧ herde not: ∧ as one þt; is d&obar;me, which doth not op&ebar; his mouth.

I became eu&ebar; as a man that heareth not: and in whose mouth are no reprofes. For in the, O Lorde, haue I put my trust, thou shalt answere for me, O Lord my God. D   I haue required, þt; they (euen my enemyes) shuld not tri&ubar;phe ouer me: for wh&abar; my fote slypte, they reioysed greatly against me. And I truly am set in the plage, ∧ my heuinesse is euer in my syght. For I wyll confesse my wickednesse, and be sory for my synne.

But myne enemyes lyue, ∧ are myghtie: ∧ they that hate me wrongfully, are many in n&obar;bre. They also þt; rewarde euell for good are agaynst me, because I folowe the thynge that good is. Forsake me not (O Lorde my God.) Be not þu; farre fro me.

Haste the to helpe me, O Lord (God) my saluacyon.

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