Bowe downe thyne eare, O Lorde, ∧
heare me, for I am poore ∧ in misery.
Preserue thou my soule, for I am
holy: my God saue thy seruaunt, that putteth
his trust in the. Be mercyfull vnto
me (O Lorde) for I wyll call dayly vp&obar; the
Comforte the soule of thy seruaunt, for
vnto the (O Lorde) do I lyft vp my soule.
noteFor thou Lord art good and gracious,
and of greate mercy vnto all them that call
vpon the. Geue eare Lord vnto my prayer,
and pondre the voyce of my humble desyres.
B In the tyme of my trouble I wyll call vp&obar;
the, for thou hearest me. noteAmonge the
Goddes there is none lyke vnto þe; (O Lord)
there is not one that can do as thou doest.
All nacyons whom thou hast made, shall
come and worshyppe the (O Lord) and shall
gloryfye thy name. For thou art great,
and doest w&obar;derous thynges, thou art God
alone. Teach me thy waye, (O Lord) and
I will walke in thy trueth: O knytt my hert
vnto the, that it maye feare thy name. I
wyll thanke the, O Lorde my God with all
my hart, and wyll prayse thy name for euer.
For great is thy mercy towarde me and
note thou hast delyuered my soule from the nethermost
hell.
C O God, the proude are rysen
agaynst me, and the congregacyons of
naughtye men haue sought after my soule,
and haue not set the before theyr eyes.
noteBut thou, O Lorde God, art full of
compassyon, and mercy, l&obar;ge suffrynge, pl&ebar;teous
in goodnes and trueth. O turne the
then vnto me and haue mercy vpon me: geue
thy strength vnto thy serua&ubar;t, and helpe
the sonne of thyne handmayde.
Shewe some token vpon me for good,
that they whych hate me, maye se it, and be
ashamed, because thou Lord hast helped me,
and comforted me.
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].
