Bishops(i)
1 Be mercifull vnto me O Lorde, be mercifull vnto me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and vnder the shadowe of thy wynges wyll I trust, vntyll this tiranny be ouerpast
2 I wyll call vnto the most high Lorde: euen vnto the Lord that wil perfourme the cause which I haue in hande
3 He wyll sende from heauen, and saue me from the reproofe of him that woulde deuour me vp, Selah: the Lorde wyll sende foorth his mercie and trueth
4 My soule is among Lions, and I lye among those that are set on fire: among the children of men whose teeth are speares and arrowes, and their tongue a sharpe sword
5 Exalt thy selfe O God aboue the heauen: thy glory is aboue all the earth
6 They haue prepared a net for my feete, that some man might presse downe my soule: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the midst of it them selues. Selah
7 My heart is redy O Lorde, my heart is redy: I wyll sing, and prayse thee in singing of psalmes
8 Bestirre thee O my glory, bestirre thee O Lute and Harpe: I my selfe wil bestirre me right early in the morning
9 I wyll prayse thee O Lorde among the people: and I wyll sing psalmes vnto thee among the nations
10 For the greatnes of thy mercie reacheth vnto the heauens: and thy trueth vnto the cloudes
11 Exalt thy selfe O Lord aboue the heauens: let thy glory be aboue al the earth