[To the chiefe musition,
a psalme of Dauid.]
In thee O God I haue put my trust, let me neuer be confounded: deliuer me in thy righteousnes.
Bowe downe thine eare to me, make hast to deliuer me: be vnto me a strong rocke and a house of defence, that thou mayest saue me.
For thou art my strong rocke and fortresse: euen for thy name sake conduct me, and direct me.
Take me out of the net that they haue layde priuily for me: for thou art my strength.
Into thy hande I commende my spirite: [for] thou hast redeemed me O God the Lorde of trueth.
I haue hated them that obserue superstitious vanities: and my trust hath ben in God.
I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
Thou hast not shut me vp into the hande of the enemie: [but] hast set my feete in a large roome.
Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
I became a reprofe among al mine enemies, but especially among my neighbours: and they of mine acquaintaunce were afraide of me, and they that dyd see me without, conueyed them selues quickly fro me.
I became cleane forgotten as a dead man out of minde: I became like a broken vessell.
For I haue hearde the villanie of the multitude, and feare was on euery side [me]: whyle they conspired together against me, [and] toke their counsell to take away my life.
But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde.
My time is in thy hande, deliuer me from the hande of mine enemies: and from them that persecute me.
Cause thy countenaunce to shine vppon thy seruaunt: saue me for thy mercies sake.
Let me not be confounded O God, for I haue called vpon thee: let the vngodlye be put to confusion, and be put to scilence in the graue.
Let the lying lippes be put to scilence: which speake against ye righteous greeuous thinges with disdaine & contempt.
Howe plentifull is thy goodnes which thou hast layde vp for them that feare thee?
[and whiche] thou hast prepared for them that put their trust in thee before the sonnes of men.
Thou hydest them priuily in thyne owne presence from the raginges of [all] men: thou kepest them secretly [as] in a tabernacle from the strife of tongues.
Blessed be God: for he hath shewed me marueylous great kindnes in a strong citie.
And when I fled with al haste, I said I am cast out of the sight of thine eyes: neuerthelesse, thou heardest the voyce of my prayer when I cryed vnto thee.
Loue God all ye his saintes: [for] God preserueth them that are faythfull, and rewardeth most aboundauntly the proude doer.
All ye that put your trust in God be ye of a good courage: and he wyll comfort your heart.