1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.

2 Lest he hantch vp my soule like a lyon, & teare it in peces, whyle there is none to helpe.

3 O LORDE my God, yff I haue done eny soch thinge: yf there be eny vnrightuousnes in my hades:

4 Yff I haue rewarded euell vnto the yt dealt frendly wt me or hurte the yt wt out eny cause are myne enemies:

5 Then let myne enemie persecute my soule, & take me: yee let hi treade my life downe in the earth, & laye myne honor in the dust.

6 Sela. Stode vp (o LORDE) in yi wrath, lift vp thyself ouer the furious indignacio of myne enemies: aryse vp (for me) in the vengeaunce that thou hast promysed.

7 That the congregacion of the people maye come aboute the, for their sakes therfore lift vp thyselff agayne,

8 The LORDE is iudge ouer the people: Auenge me then (o LORDE) acordinge to my rightuousnes & innocency.

9 Oh let the wickednes of the vngodly come to an ende: but manteyne the iust,

10 thou rightuous God, yt triest the very hertes & the reynes.

11 My helpe cometh of God, which preserueth them yt are true of herte.

12 God is a rightuous iudge, & God is euer threateninge. Yf men wil not turne, he hath whet his swearde: he hath bent his bowe & made it ready.

13 He hath prepayred him the weapens of death, & ordened his arowes to destroye.

14 Beholde, he trauayleth with myschefe, he hath coceaued vnhappynesse, and brought forth a lye.

15 He hath grauen and dygged vp a pytte, but he shal fall himself in to ye pytte yt he hath made.

16 For his vnhappynes shall come vpon his owne heade, & his wickednes shall fall vpon his owne pate.

17 As for me, I will geue thankes vnto the LORDE for his rightuousnes sake, and wil prayse the name of the LORDE the most hyest.