The▪ xxxv. Psalme.
O•• Dauid.
PLeade thou my cause, O Lorde, with them that stryue wtth me: and fyght thou agaynste them that fyght agaynste me. Laye hande vpon the shylde and buc∣ler, [unspec A] & stande vp to helpe me. Brynge forth the speare, & stope the waye agaynste them that persecute me, say vnto my soule: I am thy saluacyon. Let them be coufounded and put to shame, that seke after my soule: let them be turned backe, & brought to con∣fusion, that ymagyn myschefe for me. * 1.1 Let* 1.2 them be as duste before the wynde, and the aungell of the Lorde scateringe them. Let theyr way be darke and slippery, and let the the aungell of the Lorde persecute them. For they haue preuely laied their net to de∣stroy me without a cause, yee euen without a cause haue they made a pyt for my soule.
Let a sodaine destruccion come vpon him [unspec B] vnawares: and hys net that he hath layed pryuely, catche hym selfe, that he maye fall into hys owne myschefe. And my soule be ioyfull in the Lorde: it shall reioyce in hys* 1.3 saluacyon. All my bones shall saye: Lor∣de, who is lyke vnto the? whiche delyue∣rest the poore from stronger than hym selfe yee the poore and the wretched from hym that spoileth him. False wytnesse dyd ryse vp: they lated to my charge, thinges that I knowe nat. They rewarded me euell for good, to the great dyscomforte of my soule,
Neuerthelesse: whē they were sicke, I put on a sacke cloth: and hūbled my soule with fastynge, & my prayer shal turne into myne owne bosō. I behaued my self as though [unspec C] it had bene my frēde or my brother, I went heuely as one that morneth for his mother.
But in myne aduersyte they reioysed, and gathered them together: yee the very abiec¦tes came together agaīst me vnawares, ma kynge mowes at me, & ceassed not. With y• flatterers were busy mockers, which gnas shed agaynst me with theyr tethe. Lorde, howe longe wylte thou loke vpon this? O deliuer my soule from the wicked rumours of them, and my dearlynge from the lyons?
So wyll I geue the thankes in the great congregacyon, I wyll prayse the amonge much people. O let not them that are mine enemyes tryumphe ouer me for naught: ne∣ther let them wyncke with theyr eyes, that * 1.4 hate me without a cause. And why? theyr cōmonynge is nat for peace, but they yma∣gyn dysceytfull wordes agaynst them that are quyet in the lande. They gaped vpon [unspec D] me with their mouthes, and sayde: fye on the, fye on the: we dyd se it with oure eyes. Thys thou haste sene, O Lorde: holde nat* 1.5 thy tong then, go nat farre fro me, O Lorde
Awake and stande vp: auenge thou my cause, my God, and my Lorde. Iudge me O Lorde my God, accordynge to thy rygh∣tuousnesse, and let them not triumphe ouer me. Let them not saye in theyr hertes: there, there, so wolde we haue it: neyther let them saye: we haue ouer come him. Let them be put to confusyon and shame, that together reioise at my trouble, let thē be clothed with rebuke and dishonoure, that boast them sel ues agaynst me. Let them be glad and re∣ioyse,