PSALM LXII. [ [verse 1] The salm of Dauyd, whan he was in the [Om. A.] desert of Ydume.]
[verse 2] God, my God, to thee fro liȝt I wake. My soule thristide in thee; hou manyfold to thee my flesh. [verse 3] In a desert erthe and withoute weie, and with oute water, so in holi I aperede to thee; that I shulde see thi vertu, and thi glorie. [verse 4] For betere is thi mercy vpon lyues; my lippis shul preise thee. [verse 5] So I shal blesse thee in my lif; and in thi name I shal reren vp myn hondus. [verse 6] As bi talȝ and fatnesse be fulfild my soule; and with lippis of ful out