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1 These be the last sayinges of Dauid. Dauid the sonne of Isay sayde. And the man (which was made, the anoynted of the God of Iacob, and the noble Psalmist of Israel) sayde:
2 the sprete of the Lorde spake by me, & his worde was in my tonge.
3 The God of Israel spake of me, euen the most myghtie of Israel, sayde: he that beareth rule ouer men, ought to rule iustlye in the feare of God.
4 And as the mornynge lyght when the sonne is vp, a mornynge in whych are no cloudes to lett the bryghtnesse, and as the grasse of the erth is by the vertue of the rayne.
5 Shall not my house be so wt God? For he hath made with me an euerlastinge couenaunt, perfecte and sure in all poyntes & this is truly all my health & all my desire that it growe but not as grasse.