The LXX psalme.
IN the, o LORDE, is my trust, let me ne¦uer be put to cōfuciō,* 1.1 but rydde me & delyuer me thorow thy rightuousnes∣se▪ encline thine eare vnto me, & helpe me. Be thou my stronge holde (where vnto I ma¦ye allwaye fle) thou that hast promised to hel¦pe me: for thou art my house of defence & my castell. Delyuer me (o my God) out of ye hā¦de of the vngodly, out of the hande of the•• rightuous & cruell man. For thou (o LOR∣DE God) art the thinge that I lōge for,* 1.2 thou art my hope euen fro my youth. I haue ••ea¦ned vpō ye euer sens I was borne, thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, ther¦fore is my prayse allwaye of the. I am be∣come a wonder vnto the multitude, but my sure trust is in the. Oh let my mouth be fyl¦led with thy prayse & honoure all the daye lō¦ge. Cast me not awaye in myne olde age, for¦sake me not when my strength fayleth me. For myne enemies speake agaynst me, & they that laye wayte for my soule, take their co••••¦cell together, sayenge: God hath forsakē him, p̄ersecute him, take him, for there is none to helpe him. Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me. Let them be cō¦founded & perish, that are agaynst my soule: let thē be couered with shame & dishonoure, that seke to do me euell. As for me, I wil pa¦ciētly abyde allwaye, & wil euer encrease thy prayse. My mouth shal speake of thy righ∣tuousnesse & sauynge health all the daye lōge, for I knowe no ende therof. Let me go in (o LORDE God) & I wil make mencion of thy power and rightuousnesse only. Thou (o God) hast lerned me fro my youth vp vntill now, therfore wil I tell of ye wonderous wor¦kes. Forsake me not (o God) in myne olde age, when I am gray headed: vntill I haue shewed thyne arme vnto childers children,* 1.3 & thy power to all them that are yet for to co∣me. Thy rightuousnes (o God) is very hie, thou that doest greate thinges: o God, who is like vnto the? O what greate trou∣bles & aduersite hast thou shewed me? & yet didest thou turne & refresh me, yee & brough∣test me from the depe of the earth agayne. Thou hast brought me to greate honoure, & comforted me on euery syde. Therfore wil I prayse the & thy faith fulnesse (o God) playē¦ge vpon the lute, vnto the wil I synge vpon the harpe. o thou holy one of Israel. My lip∣pes wolde fayne synge prayses vnto the: & so wolde my soule, whom thou hast delyuered.