To the chiefe musition vpon Neginoth, a wise instruction of Dauid. O Lorde geue eare vnto my prayer: and hide not thy selfe from my petition.

Take heede vnto me, and heare me: I can not choose but mourne in my prayer, and make a noyse.

Deliuer me from the voyce of the enemie, and from the present affliction of the wicked: for they are minded to do me mischiefe, and are set malitiously against me.

My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.

Fearefulnes and trembling are come vpon me: and an horrible dread hath ouerwhelmed me.

And I sayde, O that I had wynges like a doue: for then woulde I flee away, and be at rest.

Lo, then woulde I fleeing get me away farre of: and remayne in the wyldernesse. Selah.

Then woulde I make hast to escape: from the stormie wynde, and from the tempest.

Destroy their tongues O Lorde, and deuide them: for I haue seene oppression and strife in the citie.

They do compasse it day and night within the walles: mischiefe also and labour, are in the midst of it.

Malice is in the midst of it: disceipt and guyle go not out of her streates.

Truely he was not mine enemie that hath done me this dishonour, for then I coulde haue borne it: neither was he one that seemed to hate me that dyd magnifie hym selfe against me, for then I woulde haue hyd my selfe from him.

But it was euen thou whom I esteemed as my selfe: my guyde, and myne owne familier companion.

We delighted greatly to conferre our secretes together: we walked deuoutly in the house of God felowe lyke.

Let death sodainly come vpon them, let them go downe quicke into hell: for wickednes is in their dwellinges and among them.

As for me I wyll crye vnto the Lord: and God wyll saue me.

In the euening and morning, and at noone day wyll I pray, and that most instantly: and he wyll heare my voyce.

He hath redeemed my soule through peace from the battayle that was against me: for there were many with me.

The Lorde who sitteth a ruler from the beginning, wyll heare me and afflict them, Selah: forsomuche as there is no chaunge in them, and for that they do not feare God.

He layde his handes vpon such as be at peace with him: and he brake his couenaunt.

The wordes of his mouth were softer then butter, yet warre was in his heart: his wordes were smother then oyle, and yet be they very swordes.

O cast thy burthen vpon God, and he wyll vpholde thee: he wyll not suffer at any time the righteous to moue.

And as for them: thou O Lorde wylt hurle headlong into the pit of destruction. The bloodthirstie and deceiptfull men shal not liue out halfe their dayes: neuerthelesse I wyll put my full trust in thee.