Matthew(i) 1 To the chaunter a Psalme of Dauyd. In the O lord, is my trust: let me neuer be put to confusyon, but delyuer me in thy rightuousnesse. 2 Bow downe thyne eare to me, make haste to delyuer me: be thou my strong rocke and a house of defence, that thou mayest saue me. 3 For thou arte my stronge holde and my castel: O be thou my gide and lede me for thy names sake. 4 Drawe me out of the nette that they haue layed pryuelye for me, for thou arte my strength 5 In to thy handes I commende my spirite: thou hast delyuered me O Lorde thou God of truth. 6 I hate them that holde of vanites, and my trust is in the Lord. 7 I wil be glad and reioyse in thy mercy for thou hast consydered my trouble, thou haste knowne my soule in aduersity. 8 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer into the handes of the enemye, but hast set my fete in a large rowme. 9 Haue mercy vpon me, O Lorde, for I am in trouble, myne eye consumed for verye heuynesse, yea my soule and my body. 10 My lyfe is waxen olde with heuines, and my yeares with moornyng. My strength fayleth me because of mine aduersitie, and my bones are corrupt. 11 I am become a verye reprofe amonge all myne enemyes, my neyghbours and they of myne owne aquayntaunce are afraied of me they that se me in the streate, conueye them selues fro me. 12 I am cleane forgotten and oute of mynde as a dead man: I am become lyke a broken vessell. 13 For I haue harde the blasphemy of the multytude: euerye man abhorreth me: they haue gathered a councell together agaynste me, and are purposed to take awaye my lyfe. 14 But my hope is in the Lord, and I say thou art my God. 15 My tyme is in thy hande: deliuer me from the hand of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me. 16 Shewe thy seruaunte the lyghte of thy countenaunce, helpe me for thy mercyes sake. 17 Let me not be confounded, O Lorde, for I calle vpon the: lette the vngodlye rather be put to confusyon, and broughte vnto the hell. 18 Let the lieng lippes be put to silence which cruely, disdainefully, and despitefully speake against the rightuous. 19 O howe greate and manyfolde is thy good, whyche thou haste hyd for them that feare the? O what thinges bringest thou to passe for them, that put their truste in the, euen before the sonnes of men? 20 Thou hydest them priuely by thyne owne presence from the proude men, thou kepeste them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges. 21 Thankes be to the Lorde, for he hath shewed me maruelous greate kyndenesse in a strong cytye. 22 For when the suddaine feare cam vpon me I said: I am cast out of thy sighte. Neuerthelesse, thou herdest myne humble prayer, when I cried vnto the. 23 O loue the Lorde (all ye hys saynctes) for the Lorde preserueth the faythfull, and plenteusly rewardeth he the proud doer. 24 Be strong therfore and take a good herte vnto you, all ye that put your trust in the Lord.