[To the chiefe Musician, A Psalme of Dauid.] In thee, O Lord, doe I put my trust, let me neuer be ashamed: deliuer me in thy righteousnesse.
Bowe downe thine eare to me, deliuer me speedily: be thou my strong rocke, for an house of defence to saue me.
For thou art my rocke and my fortresse: therfore for thy names sake lead me, and guide me.
Pull me out of the net, that they haue layd priuily for me: for thou art my strength.
Into thine hand I commit my spirit: thou hast redeemed mee, O Lord God of trueth.
I haue hated them that regard lying vanities: but I trust in the Lord.
I will be glad, and reioyce in thy mercie: for thou hast considered my trouble; thou hast knowen my soule in aduersities;
And hast not shut me vp into the hand of the enemie: thou hast set my feete in a large roome.
Haue mercy vpon me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; mine eie is consumed with griefe, yea my soule and my belly.
For my life is spent with griefe, and my yeeres with sighing: my strength faileth, because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are consumed.
I was a reproch among all mine enemies, but especially among my neighbours, and a feare to mine acquaintance: they that did see me without, fled from me.
I am forgotten as a dead man out of minde: I am like a broken vessell.
For I haue heard the slaunder of many, feare was on euery side: while they tooke counsell together against me, they deuised to take away my life.
But I trusted in thee, O Lord: I sayd, Thou art my God.
My times are in thy hand: deliuer me from the hand of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me.
Make thy face to shine vpon thy seruant: saue me for thy mercies sake.
Let mee not be ashamed, O Lord, for I haue called vpon thee: let the wicked be ashamed, and let them be silent in the graue.
Let the lying lippes be put to silence: which speake grieuous things proudly and contemptuously against the righteous.
O how great is thy goodnesse, which thou hast layd vp for them that feare thee: which thou hast wrought for them that trust in thee, before the sonnes of men!
Thou shalt hide them in the secret of thy presence, from the pride of man: thou shalt keepe them secretly in a pauilion, from the strife of tongues.
Blessed be the Lord; for hee hath shewed me his maruellous kindnesse, in a strong citie.
For I sayd in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eies: Neuerthelesse thou heardest the voice of my supplications, when I cryed vnto thee.
O loue the Lord, all yee his Saints: for the Lord preserueth the faithfull, and plentifully rewardeth the proud doer.
Be of good courage, and hee shall strenghten your heart: all ye that hope in the Lord.