The V. A psalme of Dauid.
HEare my wordes (o LORDE) considre [ A] my callynge. O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer. Heare my voyce by tymes (o LORDE) for early in the mor¦ninge wil I gett me vnto the,* 1.1 yee & yt wt dili¦gēce. For thou art not the God yt hath plea¦sure in wickednesse, there maye no vngodly personne dwel with the. Soch as be cruell maye not stonde in thy sight, thou art an ene¦mie vnto all wicked doers.
Thou destroyest the lyers: the LORDE ab∣horreth the bloude thurstie and disceatfull. But as for me, I wil come into thy house,* 1.2 e∣uen vpon the multitude of thy mercy: ād in thy feare wyll I worshipe towarde thy holy tēple. Lede me (o LORDE) in thy rightuous¦nesse, because of myne enemyes, ād make thy waye playne before me. For there is no faithfulnesse in their mouthes: they dyssem∣ble [ B] in their hertes: their throte is an open se∣pulchre: with their tonges they disceaue. Punysh them (o God) that they maye perish in their owne ymaginacions: cast them out because of the multitude of their vngodlines¦se, for they rebell agaynst the. Agayne, let all them that put their trust in the, reioyse: yee let them euer be geuynge of thankes, be∣cause thou defendest them: that they which loue thy name, maye be ioyfull in the. For thou LORDE geuest thy blessinge vnto the rightuous: and with thy fauorable kyndnes thou defendest him, as with a shylde.