Matthew(i)
1 To the chaunter, to brynge too remembraunce. Pvtte me not too rebuke (Oh Lorde) in thyne anger: Oh chasten me not in thy heuy displeasure.
2 For thyne arrowes stycke fast in me, and thy hande presseth me sore.
3 There is no whole parte in my body, because of thy displeasure: there is no reste in my bones, by reason of my synnes.
4 For my wyckednesses are gone ouer my head, and are like a sore burthen, to heuy for me to beare.
5 My woundes styncke and are corrupte, thorow my folyshnesse.
6 I am broughte into so greate trouble and mysery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
7 For my loynes are cleane dryed vp, and there is no whole parte in my body.
8 I am feble & sore smytten, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
9 Lorde, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
10 My hert panteth, my strengthe hath fayled me, and the lighte of myne eyes is gone fro me.
11 My louers and frendes stande lokynge vpon my trouble, and my kynsmen are gone afarre of.
12 They that sought after my lyfe, and to do me euell, spake of lyes & ymagined disceate all the daye longe.
13 As for me, I was lyke a deaf man & herde not: and as one that were domme, not openynge hys mouth.
14 I am become as a man that heareth not: and that can make no resistaunce wyth hys mouth.
15 For in the, O Lorde, is my truste, thou shalt heare me, O Lorde my God.
16 My desyre is, that myne enemyes triumphe not ouer me: for if my foote slyppe, they reioyse greatly agaynst me.
17 I am ready to suffre trouble, and my heuinesse is euer in my sight.
18 For I confesse my wyckednesse, and my synne greueth me.
19 But myne enemyes lyue, & are mightye: and they that hate me without a cause, are many in numbre.
20 They that rewarde me euel for good, speake euell of me, because I folowe the thyng that good is.
21 Forsake me not (O Lord my God) O go not farre fro me.
22 Haste the to helpe me, O Lorde my succoure.