[To the chiefe musition,
a psalme of the sonnes of Corach.]
1
O God, thou art become gracious vnto thy land: thou hast brought Iacob agayne home out of captiuitie.
2
Thou hast forgeuen the wickednes of thy people: and couered all their sinnes.
Selah.
3
Thou hast taken away al thy displeasure: and turned thy selfe from thy wrathfull indignation.
4
Turne vs O God of our saluation: and let thyne anger ceasse from vs.
5
Wilt thou be displeased at vs for euer?
and wylt thou stretche out thy wrath from one generation to another,
6
Wylt thou not turne agayne and reuiue vs: that thy people may reioyce in thee?
7
Shew vs thy louing kindnes O God: and graunt vs thy saluation.
8
I wyll hearken what God the Lord saith: for he speaketh peace vnto his people & to his saintes, that they turne not agayne to folly.
9
For truely his saluation is nye them that feare him: insomuch that glory dwelleth in our earth.
10
Mercy and trueth are met together: righteousnes and peace haue kissed [eche other.]
11
Trueth shall bud out of the earth: and ryghteousnes shall looke downe from heauen.
12
Yea, God shall geue all that is good: and our earth shall geue her encrease.
13
[Euery man] shall cause righteousnes to go before him: and he shall direct his steppes in the way.