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1 To the Chaunter, for Ieduthun a Psalme of Asaph. I Wyll crye vnto God wt my voyce, euen vnto God wyll I crye wyth my voyce, and he shall herken vnto me.
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my sore ranne and ceassed not in the nyght ceason: my soule refused comforte.
3 When I am in heuynesse, I wyll thynke vpon God: when my hert is vexed, I wyll complayne. Sela.
4 Thou holdest myne eyes wakynge, I am so feble, that I cannot speake.
5 I haue consydred the dayes of olde, and the yeares that are past.
6 I call to remembraunce my songe: and in the nyght I commune with myne awne hert, and search out my spretes.
7 Wyll the Lord absent him selfe for euer? And will he be no more intreated?
8 Is hys mercy clene gone for euer? And is hys promyse come vtterly to an ende for euermore?
9 Hath God forgotten to be gracyous? And wyll he shutt vp hys louynge kyndnesse in dyspleasure? Sela.