The XXIX. A psalme of Dauid.
[ A] I Wil magnifie ye (O LORDE) for thou hast set me vp, & not suffred my foes to triūphe ouer me. O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me. Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte. Synge pray∣ses vnto the LORDE (o ye sayntes of his) ge∣ue thankes vnto him for a remembraunce of his holynesse. For his wrath endureth but the twincklinge of an eye, and his pleasure is in life: heuynesse maye well endure for a night, but ioye commeth in the mornynge.
As forme, whē I was in prosperite, I say¦de: [ B] Tush, I shal neuer fall more. (And why? thou LORDE of thy goodnesse haddest ma∣de my hill so stronge.) But as soone as thou turnedest thy face fro me, I was brought in feare. Thē cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer. What profit is there in my bloude, yf I go downe to corrupcion? Maye the dust geue than∣kes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithful∣nesse? Heare (O LORDE) and haue mercy vpon me: LORDE be thou my helper. And so thou hast turned my heuynesse in to ioye: thou hast put of my sack cloth, & gyrded me wt gladnesse. That my honor might syn∣ge prayses vnto the wt out ceassynge: O LOR¦DE my God, I wil geue thankes vnto the for euer.