of my mothers wombe: thou wast
my hope when I hanged yet vpon
my mothers brest, Psal. 22. 9.
I haue bin left vnto thee euer
since I was borne: Thou art my
God euen from my mothers womb,
v. 10.
Though I walke in the sha∣dow
of death, I will feare no euill:
thy rod and thy staffe comfort
me, Psal. 23. 4.
Lord what is my hope? Truly
my hope is euen in thee, Psal. 39.
5.
I became dumbe, and opened
not my mouth; for it was thy
doing, v. 10.
I will patiently abide alway:
and praise thy name more, and
more, Psal. 71. 12.
O Lord rebuke mee not in
thine anger, nor chasten mee in
thy heauy displeasure, Psal. 6. 1.
The sorrowes of my heart
are enlarged; O bring me out of
my trouble, Psal. 25. 16.
Heare ô Lord, and haue