Biblia the Byble, that is, the holy Scrypture of the Olde and New Testament, faithfully translated in to Englyshe.

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Title: Biblia the Byble, that is, the holy Scrypture of the Olde and New Testament, faithfully translated in to Englyshe.
Publication: [Southwark?,: J. Nycolson],; M.D.XXXV [1535]
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The CXLII. A psalme of Dauid.

HEare my prayer (o LORDE) considre my desyre: answere me for thy treuth & rightuousnesse sake. And entre not in to iudgment with thy seruaunt, for in thy sight shal no man lyuynge be iustified. For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worl¦de. Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate. Yet do I remēbre the tymes past, I muse vpō all y^e workes, yee I exercise my self in the workes of thy hondes. I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe. Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not y^e face fro me, lest I be like vnto thē that go downe in to the graue. Oh let me heare thy louynge kyndnesse by tymes in the mornynge, for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shulde walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the. Delyuer me (o LOR∣DE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.

Teach me to do the thinge that pleaseth the, for thou art my God: let thy louynge spre¦••e lede me forth vnto the londe of rightuous∣nesse. Quyckē me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble. And of thy good∣nesse scater myne enemies abrode, and destro∣ye all them that vexe my soule, for I am thy seruaunt.