¶ The. cxliiij. Psalme.
¶ Of Dauid.
BLessed be the Lorde my refuge, whiche [unspec A] teacheth * 1.1 my handes to warre, and my fyngers to fyght. My hope and my castell / my defence and my delyuerer, my shylde in whome I trust, whiche gouerneth the people that is vnder me. * 1.2 Lorde, what is man, that thou haste suche respecte vnto hym? Or the sonne of man, that thou so re∣gardest hym? * 1.3 Man is lyke a thynge of naught, h{is} time passeth away like a shadow.
Bowe thy heauens, O Lorde, and come downe, touche the mountaynes, and they shall smoke. Sende forth the lyghtynyng [unspec B] and scater them / shute out thyne arowes / and consume them. Sende downe thyne hande from aboue, deliuer me / and take me out of the greate waters / from the hande of straunge chyldren. Whose mouth talketh of vanyte / and theyr ryght hande is a right hande of wyckednes. I wyl synge a newe song vnto the, O God, and syng prayses vnto the vpon a ten strynged lute. Thou that geuest vyctory vnto Kynges / and hast delyuered Dauid thy seruaunte from the parell of the swerde.
Saue me / and delyuer me from the hande [unspec C] of straunge chyldren, whose mouth taketh of vanite, and theyr ryght hande is a ryght hande of iniquite. That our sonnes maye growe vp as the yonge plātes, & that oure daughters may be as the polyshed corners of the temple. * 1.4 That oure garners may
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