Nonne Deo. Psal.62.
MY soule truely waiteth still vpon God: for of him commeth my sal∣uation. * 1.1
He berely is my strength and my saluation: he is my defence, so that I shall not greatly fall.
How long will ye imagine mis∣chiefe against euery man: ye shall be slaline all the sort of you, yea as a tottering wall shall ye be, and like a broken hedge.
Their deuice is onely how to put him out whom God will exalt: their delight is in lies, they giue good words with their mouth, but curse with their herat.
Neuerthelesse, my soule waite thou still vpon God: for my hope is in him.
Hee truely is my strength and my saluation: hee is my de∣fencc, so that I shall not fall.
In GOD is my health and my glorie: the rocke of my