Great(i) 1 To hym that excelleth vpon Almuth Labben, a Psalme of Dauid. I Wyll geue thankes vnto the, O Lorde wyth my whole herte, I wyll speake of all thy maruelous worckes. 2 I wyll be glad, and reioyse in the, yee my songes will I make of thy name, O thou moost hyest. 3 Whyle myne enemyes are dryuen backe, they shall fall, & perysh at thy presence. 4 For thou hast mayntened my ryght & my cause: thou art sett in the throne that iudgest ryght. 5 Thou hast rebuked the Heythen, & destroyed the vngodly, thou hast put out their name for euer & euer. 6 O thou enemye: destruccyons are come to a perpetuall ende: euen as the cities which thou hast destroyed: their memoriall is perished with them. 7 But the Lorde shall endure for euer, he hath also prepared his seate for iudgement: 8 For he shall iudge the world in ryghteousnes, and minister true iudgement vnto the people. 9 The Lorde also wylbe a defence for the oppressed euen a refuge in due tyme of trouble. 10 And they that knowe thy name, wyll put their trust in the: for thou (Lorde) hast neuer fayled them, that seke the. 11 O prayse the Lord, which dwelleth in Syon, shewe the people of hys doinges. 12 For when he maketh inquisycion for bloude, he remembreth them: & forgetteth not the complaynte of the poore. 13 Haue mercy vpon me (O Lorde) consydre the trouble whych I suffre of them that hate me, thou that lyftest me vp from the gates of death. 14 That I maye shewe all thy prayses wyth in the portes of the daughter of Syon, I wyll reioyse in thy saluacyon. 15 The Heithen are suncken downe in the pytte that they made: in the same nett which they hydd pryuely, is their awne foote taken. 16 The Lorde is knowen to execute iudgement: the vngodly is trapped in the worcke of his awne handes: A consyderacyon Sela. 17 The wycked shall be turned vnto hell, & all people that forget God: 18 For the poore shall not be all waye forgotten, the pacient abydynge of the meke shall not peryshe for euer. 19 Up Lorde, and let not man haue the vpper hande, let the Heythen be iudged in thy syght. 20 Put them in feare (O Lorde) that the Heythen maye knowe them selues to be but men. Sela.