Great(i)
1 The badge or armes of Dauid. Preserue me; O God, for in the haue I put my trust.
2 O my soule thou hast sayd vnto the Lorde: thou arte my God, my goodes are nothing vnto the.
3 All my delyte is vpon the saynctes that are in the erth, & vpon soch as excell in vertue.
4 But they that runne after another God, shall haue greate trouble.
5 Their drinckoffrynges of bloude will not I offre, nether make mencion of their names within my lyppes.
6 The Lorde hym selfe is the porcion of myne enheritaunce: and of my cup: thou shalt maynteyne my lot.
7 The lot is fallen vnto me in fayre ground, yee, I haue a goodly heritage.
8 I wyll thanke the Lorde for geuynge me warnynge: my reynes also chasten me in the nyght season.
9 I haue set God alwayes before me, for he is on my right hande, therfore I shall not fall.
10 Wherfore my hert was glad, & my glory reioysed, my flesh also shall rest in hope.
11 For why? thou shalt not leaue my soule in hell, nether shalt thou suffre thy holy one to se corrupcion. Thou shalt shewe me the path of lyfe: in thy presence is the fulnesse of ioye, and at thy ryght hande ther is pleasure for euermore.