PSALM XLIV. [ [verse 1] In to the ende, for hem that shul ben with chaungid, to the sones of Chore, to vndirstondyng, the song for the loouede.]
[verse 2] Myn herte bowide out a good woord; I sey my werkis to the king. My tunge the penne of a scribe, swiftli wrytende. [verse 3] Fair in forme befor the sonus of men, grace is held out in thi lippis; therfore blesside thee God in to with oute ende. [verse 4] Be thou gird to with thi swerd; vp on thin hipe most myȝtili. [verse 5] In thi shap and thi fairnesse behold; go forth welsumli, and regne. For treuthe, and deboner|nesse, and riȝtwisnesse; and thi riȝthond shal merueilously bringe thee thennes. [verse 6] Thin arwis sharpe, puplis vnder thee shul falle; in to the hertis of the enemys of the king. [verse 7] Thy sete, God, in to the world of world; the ȝerde of thi gouern|yng