XI.
MY soule hath longed for thy saluation: and I have a good hope because of thy word.
2 Mine eyes long sore for thy word: saying, O when wilt thou comfort me?
3 For I am become like a bottle in the smoke: yet do I not forget thy statutes.
4 How many are the dayes of thy servant: when wilt thou be avenged of them that persecute me?
5 The proud haue digged pits for me: which are not after thy law.
6 All thy commandments are true: they per∣secute me falsly, O be thou my helpe.
7 They had almost made an end of me upon earth: but I forsook not thy commandments.
8 O quicken me after thy loving kindnesse: and so shall I keep the testimonies of thy mouth.
The Prayer.
O Lord our helper, teach us to remember our end, to consider our yeares that are past, that we in consideration how few the dayes of