The LX. A psalme of Dauid.
[ A] HEare my crienge (o God) geue hede vn¦to my prayer. From the endes of ye earth wil I call vnto the, whē my her¦te is in trouble: Oh set me vp vpō an hye roc∣ke. For thou art my hope, a stronge tower for me agaynst the enemie. I will dwell in thy tabernacle for euer, that I maye be safe vnder the couerynge of thy wynges. Sela. For thou (o LORDE) hast herde my desyres, thou hast geuen an heretage vnto those that feare thy name. Thou shalt graunte the kynge a lōge life, that his yeares maye endu∣re thorow out all generacions. That he maye dwell before God for euer: Oh let thy louynge mercy & faithfulnes preserue him. So wil I allwaye synge prayses vnto thy na¦me, yt I maye daylie perfourme my vowes.