A Psalme, the song for the sabbath day. It is a good thyng to confesse vnto God: and to syng psalmes vnto thy name O thou most hyghest.

To set foorth in wordes thy louyng kyndnesse early in the mornyng: and thy trueth in the nyght season.

Upon an instrument of ten strynges, and vpon the Lute: vpon the Harpe with a solemne sounde.

For thou God hast made me glad thorowe thy workes: I do reioyce in the workes of thy handes.

O God howe glorious are thy workes? thy thoughtes are very depe.

An vnwise man doth not consider this: and a foole doth not vnderstande it.

Wheras the vngodly do bud vp greene as the grasse, and wheras all workers of iniquitie do florishe: that they notwithstandyng shalbe destroyed for euer and euer.

But thou O God: art the most highest for euermore.

For lo, thine enemies O God, lo thine enemies shall perishe: & all the workers of wickednesse shalbe destroyed.

But my horne shalbe exalted lyke the horne of an vnicorne: for I am annoynted with excellent oyle.

And myne eye shall see those that lye in wayte for me: myne eare shall heare the malitious persons that rise vp agaynst me.

The ryghteous shall florishe lyke a paulme tree: and shall spread abroade like a Cedar in Libanus.

Such as be planted in the house of God: shall florishe in the courtes of our Lorde.

They shall styll bryng foorth fruite in their age: they shalbe fat and florishyng.

For to set foorth in wordes that God is vpright: he is my rocke, and no iniquitie is in hym.