Great(i)
1 To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid Holde not thy tonge (O God) of my prayse. For the mouth of the vngodly, yee and the mouth of the disceatfull is opened vpon me,
2 & they haue spoken against me with false tonges. They compased me about also with wordes of hatred, & fought agaynst me without a cause.
3 For the loue that I had vnto them, lo, they take now my contrary part, but I geue my self vnto prayer.
4 Thus haue they rewarded me euell for good, and hatred for my good wyll.
5 Set thou an vngodly man to be ruler ouer hym, and let Satan stande at his ryght hande.
6 When sentence is geuen vpon him, let him be condemned, and let his prayer be turned into synne.
7 Let his dayes be few, and let another take his office.
8 Let his chyldren be fatherlesse, and his wyfe a wydow.
9 Let his children be vagaboundes, & begg their bred: lett them seke it also out of desolate places.
10 Let the extorcioner consume all that he hath, and let straungers spoyle his laboure.
11 Let there be no man to petye hym, ner to haue compassyon vpon his fatherlesse chyldren.
12 Let his posterite be destroyed, and in the next generacyon let hys name be cleane put out.
13 Let the wickednesse of hys fathers be had in remembraunce in the syght of the Lorde, and let not the synne of his mother be done awaye.
14 Let them alwaye be before the Lorde, that he maye rote out the memoriall of them from of the earth.
15 And that because hys mynde was not to do good, but persecuted the poore helplesse man, that he myght slaye him, that was vexed at the hert
16 His delyte was in cursyng, & it shall happen vnto him: he loued not blessyng, therfore shall it be farre from him.
17 He clothed him self with cursyng lyke as with a rayment: & it shall come in to his bowels lyke water, and lyke oyle in to hys bones.
18 Lett it be vnto him as the cloke that he hath vpon him, and as the gyrdle that he is allwaye gyrded wt all.
19 Let it thus happen from the Lorde vnto myne enemyes, and to those that speake euell agaynst my soule.
20 But deale thou wt me (O Lorde God) accordyng vnto thy name, for swete is thy mercy.
21 O delyuer me, for I am helplesse and poore, & my hert is wounded within me.
22 I go hence lyke the shadow that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as the greshopper.
23 My knees are weake thorow fastyng, my flesh is dryed vp for want of fatnesse.
24 I became also a rebuke vnto them: they that loked vpon me, shaked their heades.
25 Helpe me (O Lord my God) oh saue me accordynge to thy mercye.
26 And they shall know, how that thys is thy hand, and that thou Lord hast done it.
27 Though they curse, yet blesse thou:
28 and let them be confounded, that ryse vp agaynst me, but let thy seruaunt reioyse.
29 Lett myne aduersaryes be clothed with shame: and let them couer them selues wt their owne confusion, as wt a cloake.
30 As for me, I wyll geue great thanckes vnto the Lorde with my mouth, and prayse him among the multitude.
31 For he shall stand at the ryght hand of the poore, to saue his soule from vnryghteous iudges.