1 Pvt me not to rebuke (Oh LORDE) in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure.

2 For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore.

3 There is no whole parte in my body, because of thy displeasure: there is no rest in my bones, by reason of my synnes.

4 For my wickednesses are gone ouer my heade, and are like a sore burthen, to heuy forme to beare.

5 My woundes styncke & are corrupte, thorow my folishnesse.

6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.

7 For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body.

8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.

9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.

10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.

11 My louers & frendes stonde lokynge vpon my trouble, and my kynsmen are gone a farre of.

12 They that sought after my life, and to do me euell, spake of lyes and ymagined disceate all the daye longe.

13 As for me, I was like a deaf ma, and herde not: and as one that were domme, not openynge his mouth.

14 I am become as a man that heareth not, and that can make no resistaunce wt his mouth.

15 For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.

16 My desyre is, yt myne enemies triumphe not ouer me: for yf my fote slippe, they reioyse greatly against me.

17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.

18 For I cofesse my wickednesse, & my synne greueth me.

19 But myne enemies lyue, and are mightie: and they that hate me without a cause, are many in nombre.

20 They that rewarde me euell for good, speake euell of me, because I folowe the thinge that good is.

21 Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.

22 Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.