A psalme of Dauid to reduce in remembraunce. Rebuke me not O God in thyne anger: neither chasten me in thy heauie displeasure.

For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.

There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne.

For my manyfolde wickednes is gone ouer my head: and like a sore burthen is to heauie for me to beare.

My woundes stinke and are corrupt: through my foolishnes.

I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.

For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.

I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.

Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.

My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.

My louers and my neygbours dyd stande on the other syde lokyng vpon my plague: and my kinsmen stoode a farre of.

They also that sought after my lyfe layde snares for me: and they that went about to do me euyll, talked of wickednesse, and imagined deceipt all the day long.

As for me, as one deafe I woulde not heare: and I was as one that is dumbe who coulde not open his mouth.

I became euen as a man that heareth not: and who hath no replies in his mouth.

For on thee O God I haue wayted: thou shalt aunswere for me O Lorde my God.

For I sayde heare me lest that they shoulde triumph on me: who auaunce them selues greatly agaynst me when my foote doth slyp.

Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.

Because I confesse my wickednesse: and am sory for my sinne.

But myne enemies lyuyng without payne are mightie: & they that hate me wrongfully are increased in number.

They also that rewarde euyl for good are agaynst me: because I folowe the thyng that is good.

Forsake me not O God: O my Lorde be not thou farre fro me.

Haste thee to helpe me: O Lorde my saluation.