The LXII. A psalme of Dauid.
O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the. My soule thursteth for the, my flesh longeth after the in a barē & drie lōde, where no water is. Thus do I loke for the in thy Sāctuary, that I might behol¦de ye power & glory. For thy louynge kynd¦nesse is better then life, my lyppes shal prayse the. As lōge as I liue wil I magnifie the, & lift vp my hondes in thy name. My sou∣le is satisfied euē as it were with marry & fat¦nesse, when my mouth prayseth the with ioy∣full lippes. In my bedde wil I remembre ye, & whē I wake, my talkynge shalbe of the.
For thou hast bene my helper, & vnder the shadowe of ye wynges wil I reioyse. My soule hangeth vpon the, thy right honde vp holdeth me. They seke after my soule, but in vayne, for they shal go vnder the earth. They shal fall into the swerde, & be a porciō for foxes. But ye kynge shal reioyse in God: all they that sweare by hym, shal be commē∣ded, for the mouth of lyers shalbe stopped.* 1.1