[A Psalme,
the song for the sabbath day.]
1
It is a good thyng to confesse vnto God: and to syng psalmes vnto thy name O thou most hyghest.
2
To set foorth in wordes thy louyng kyndnesse early in the mornyng: and thy trueth in the nyght season.
3
Upon an instrument of ten strynges, and vpon the Lute: vpon the Harpe with a solemne sounde.
4
For thou God hast made me glad thorowe thy workes: I do reioyce in the workes of thy handes.
5
O God howe glorious are thy workes?
thy thoughtes are very depe.
6
An vnwise man doth not consider this: and a foole doth not vnderstande it.
7
Wheras the vngodly do bud vp greene as the grasse, and wheras all workers of iniquitie do florishe: that they [notwithstandyng] shalbe destroyed for euer and euer.
8
But thou O God: art the most highest for euermore.
9
For lo, thine enemies O God, lo thine enemies shall perishe: & all the workers of wickednesse shalbe destroyed.
10
But my horne shalbe exalted lyke the horne of an vnicorne: for I am annoynted with excellent oyle.
11
And myne eye shall see those that lye in wayte for me: myne eare shall heare the malitious persons that rise vp agaynst me.
12
The ryghteous shall florishe lyke a paulme tree: and shall spread abroade like a Cedar in Libanus.
13
Such as be planted in the house of God: shall florishe in the courtes of our Lorde.
14
They shall styll bryng foorth fruite in their age: they shalbe fat and florishyng.
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For to set foorth in wordes that God is vpright: he is my rocke, and no iniquitie is in hym.