To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. The heauens declare the glorie of God: and the firmament sheweth his handy worke.

A day occasioneth talke therof vnto a day: and a night teacheth knoweledge vnto a nyght.

No language, no wordes, no voyce of theirs is hearde:

yet their sounde goeth into all landes, and their wordes into the endes of the worlde.In them he hath set a tabernacle for the sunne:

which commeth foorth as a bridegrome out of his chamber, and reioyceth as a giaunt to runne his course.

His settyng foorth is from the vtmost part of heauen, and his circuite vnto the vtmost part therof: and there is nothing hyd from his heat.

The lawe of God is perfect, conuerting the soule: the testimonie of God is sure, and geueth wisdome vnto the simple.

The statutes of God are right, and reioyce the heart: the commaundement of God is pure, and geueth light vnto the eyes.

The feare of God is sincere, & endureth for euer: the iudgementes of God are trueth, they be iust in all poyntes.

They are more to be desired then golde, yea then much fine golde: they are also sweeter then hony and the hony combe.

Moreouer, by them thy seruaunt is well aduertised: and in kepyng of them there is a great rewarde.

Who can knowe his owne errours? Oh cleanse thou me from those that I am not priuie of.

Kepe thy seruaunt also from presumptuous sinnes let them not raigne ouer me: so I shall be perfect & voyde from all haynous offence.

Let the wordes of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in thy sight O God: my strength and my redeemer.