Psalms 17

Great^{(i) 1} A prayer of Dauid. Heare the right, O Lorde, consydre my complaynte, & herken vnto my prayer, that goeth not out of fayned lyppes. ² Let my sentence come forth from thy presence: and let thyne eyes loke vpon the thing that is equall. ³ Thou hast proued & visyted myne herte in the nyght season: thou haste tryed me and shalt fynde no wyckednesse in me: for I am vtterly purposed, that my mouth shall not offende. ⁴ Because of mens worckes that are done agaynst the wordes of thy lyppes I haue kepte me from the wayes of the destroyer. ⁵ O holde thou vp my goynges in thy pathes, that my fote steppes slyppe not. ⁶ I haue called vpon the, O God, for thou shalt heare me: enclyne thyne eare to me, and herken vnto my wordes. ⁷ Shewe thy maruelous louynge kyndnesse, thou that art the sauyour of them which put theyr trust in the, from soch as resyst thy ryght hande. ⁸ Kepe me as the apple of an eye, hyde me vnder the shadowe of thy wynges. ⁹ From the vngodly that trouble me: mine enemies compasse me round about, to take awaye my soule. ¹⁰ They are enclosed in their awne fatt: & their mouth speaketh proude thinges. ¹¹ They lye waytynge in oure waye on euery syde, turnynge their eyes downe to the grounde. ¹² Lyke as a lyon that is gredy of hys praye, and as it were a lyons whelpe lurcking in secrete places. ¹³ Up Lorde, disapoynte hym, and cast hym downe: delyuer my soule from the vngodly which is as a swearde of thyne. ¹⁴ From the men of thy hande, O Lorde from the men, I saye, and from the euyll worlde, which haue their porcion in thys lyfe, whose belyes thou fyllest wt thy hyd treasure. ¹⁵ They haue children at their desyre: & leaue the reste of theyr substaunce for theyr babes. But as for me, I wyll beholde thy presence in righteousnes: & when I awake vp after thy lykenes, I shalbe satisfyed with it.