Great(i) 11 If I saye: paraduenture the darcknesse shall couer me, then shall my nyght be turned to daye. 12 Yee, the darcknes is no darcknes with the: but the night is all cleare as the daye, the darcknes & lyght (to the) are both a lyke. 13 For my reynes are thyne, thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe. 14 I will geue thankes vnto the: for I am fearfully & wonderously made: maruelous are thy workes, & that my soule knoweth right well. 15 My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly and fasshioned beneth in the earth. 16 Thyne eyes dyd se my substaunce, yet being vnparfect: & in thy boke were all my membres written. Which daye by daye were fashyoned, when as yet there was none of them.