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The XII. A psalme of Dauid.
[ A] HOw longe wilt thou forget me, o LOR∣DE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hy∣de thy face fro me? Oh how lōge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal my¦ne enemie triumphe ouer me? Considre, ād heare me, o LORDE my God: lighten myne eyes, that I slepe not in death. Lest my∣ne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hī for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
But my trust is in thy mercy, and my hert is ioyfull in thy sauynge health. I wil synge of the LORDE, that dealeth so louyngly with me. (Yee I wil prayse the name of the LOR∣DE the most hyest)