Great(i)
1 To the chaunter in melodyes, an instruccyon of Dauid. Heare my prayer (O God) and hide not thy selfe fro my peticion. Take hede vnto me, and heare me, how I mourne in my prayer, & am vexed.
2 The enemy cryeth so, and the vngodly cometh on so fast: for they are mynded to do me some mischefe, so maliciously are they sett agaynst me.
3 My herte is dysquyeted within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
4 Fearfulnes and trembling are come vpon me, and an horryble drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
5 And I sayd: O that I had winges like a doue, for then wold I flie awaye, and be at reste.