The golden psalme of Dauid. Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee.

Thou hast sayde O my soule vnto God, thou art my Lorde: my weldoing can do thee no good.

But all my delyght is to do good vnto the saintes that are in the earth: and vnto such as excell in vertue.

As for them that runne after another God they shall haue great trouble: I wyll not offer their drynke offerynges of blood, neither wyll I make mention of their names within my lyppes.

O God, thou thy selfe art the portion of myne inheritaunce and of my cup: thou wylt mayntayne my lot.

My lot is fallen vnto me in a pleasaut grounde: I haue a goodly heritage.

I wyll prayse God who gaue me counsayle: my reines also do instruct me in the nyght season.

I haue set God alwayes before me: for he is on my ryght hande, therfore I shall not be remoued.

Wherfore my heart is glad: my glory reioyceth, my fleshe also shall rest in a securitie.

For thou wylt not leaue my soule in hell: neither wylt thou suffer thyne holy one to see corruption.

Thou wylt cause me to knowe the path of lyfe: in thy presence is the fulnesse of ioy, and at thy right hand there be pleasures for euermore.