Matthew(i)
1 To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid. Lorde, how ioyfull is the kyng in thy strength? O how exceadyng glad is he of thy sauynge health?
2 Thou haste geuen him hys hertes desyre, and hast not put him from the request of hys lippes. Selah.
3 For thou hast preuented him with liberal blessinges, and set a croune of golde vpon hys head.
4 He asked lyfe of the, and thou gauest him a longe lyfe, euen for euer and euer.
5 His honour is great in thy sauing health, glory and great worship shalt thou laye vpon hym.
6 For thou shalt geue hym euerlastinge felicitie, and make hym glad with the ioye of thy countenaunce.
7 And why? because the kynge putteth hys trust in the Lord, and in the mercy of the most hyest he shall not miscary.
8 Let all thyne enemyes fele thy hande: let thy right hande fynde out all theym that hate the.
9 Thou shalt make them like a fyry ouen in tyme of thy wrath: the Lorde shall destroye them in hys displeasure, and the fyre shal consume them.
10 Their frute shalte thou rote oute of the earth, and their sede from amonge the chyldren of men.
11 For they intended mischief agaynst the, & ymagined suche deuyces, as they were not able to perfourme.
12 Therfore shalte thou put them to flighte, & with thy strynges thou shalte make ready thyne arrowes agaynst the faces of them.
13 Be thou exalted, Lorde in thyne owne strength, so wyll we synge and prayse thy power.