Domine Deus. Psal.88.
O Lord God of my saluation, I haue cryed day and night before thee: O let my prayer enter into thy presence, en∣cline thine eare vnto my calling.
For my soule is full of trouble: and my life draweth nigh vnto hell.
I am counted as one of them that goe downe into the pit: and I haue beene euen as a man that hath no strength.
Free among the dead, like vnto them that be wounded and lie in the graue: which be out of remembrance, and are cut a∣way from thy hand.
Thou hast layde me in the lowest pitte: in a place of darke∣nesse, and in the deepe.
Thine indignation lyeth hard vpon mee: and thou hast