Matthew(i)
1 In the, O Lord, is my trust, let me neuer be put to confusyon,
2 but rydde me, and delyuer me thorow thy ryghtuousnesse: enclyne thyne eare vnto me, and helpe me.
3 Be thou my strong hold (wher vnto I may all waye fle) thou that hast promised to helpe me: for thou art my house of defence and my castell.
4 Deliuer me, O my God, out of the hand of the vngodly, oute of the hande of the vnryghtuous and cruell man.
5 For thou, O Lord God, art the thing that I long for, thou art my hope euen fro my youth.
6 I haue leaned vpon the euer sence I was borne, thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe therfore is my prayse all waye of the.
7 I am become a wonder vnto the multytude, but my sure trust is in the.
8 Oh let my mouth be filled with thy praise and honour all the day long.
9 Cast me not away in myne old age forsake me not when my strength fayleth me.
10 For myne enemyes speake agaynst me & they that laye wayte for my soule, take their councell together,
11 sayinge: God hath forsaken hym, persecute hym, take hym, for there is none to helpe hym.
12 Go not farre fro me, O God: my God, haste the to helpe me.
13 Let them be confounded and perysh, that are agaynste my soule: let theym be couered with shame and dishonoure, that seke too do me euell.
14 As for me, I wil paciently abyde alwaye, and will euer encrease thy prayse.
15 My mouth shall speake of thy righteousnesse and sauyng health all the day longe, for I knowe no ende therof.
16 Let me go in (O Lorde God) and I wyll make mencion of thy power and righteousnesse onely.
17 Thou, O God, haste learned me fro my youth vp vntyll now, therfore wyll I tell of thy wonderous workes.
18 Forsake me not, O GOD, in myne olde age, when I am gray headed: vntyll I haue shewed thyne arme vnto chylders chyldren, and thy power to all them that are yet for to come.
19 Thy righteousnes, O God, is very hye, thou that doest great thinges: O God, who is lyke vnto the?
20 O what great troubles and aduersityes hast thou shewed me? and yet dyddest thou turne and refreshe me: yea, & broughtest me from the depe of the earth agayn.
21 Thou hast brought me to great honoure, and comforted me on euery syde.
22 Therfore wil I prayse the and thy faythfulnesse, O God, playing vpon the lute, vnto the will I singe vpon the harpe, O thou holy one of Israell.
23 My lippes wolde fayne singe prayses vnto the: and so wolde my soule, whom thou hast deliuered.
24 My tongue talketh of thy righteousnesse all the daye longe, for they are confounded and brought vnto shame, that soughte to do me euell.