Great(i)
1 To hym that excelleth in musick, vpon the instrument of eyght strynges. A psalme of Dauid. O Lorde, rebuke me not in thyne indignacion: nether chasten me in thy displeasure.
2 Haue mercy vpon me, O Lorde: for I am weake: O Lorde heale me: for my bones are vexed.
3 My soule also is sore troubled: but Lorde howe longe wylt thou punyshe me?
4 Turne the, O Lorde, and delyuer my soule: Oh saue me for thy mercyes sake.
5 For in death no man remembreth the: & who will geue the thankes in the pytte?
6 I am weery of my gronynge: euery nyght washe I my bedd, & water my couche with my teares.
7 My bewtye is gone for very trouble, and worne awaye because of all myne enemyes.
8 Awaye frome all ye that worke vanyte: for the Lorde hath hearde the voyce of my wepynge.
9 The Lorde hathe hearde my peticyon, the Lorde wyll receaue my prayer.
10 All myne enemyes, shalbe confounded & soore vexed, they shalbe turned backe & put to shame sodenly.