My songe shalbe of mercy and iudgment, yee vnto the (o LORDE) wil I synge.

O let me haue vnderstondinge in the waye of godlynesse, vntill the tyme that thou come vnto me: & so shal I walke in my house wt an innocent herte.

I wil take no wicked thinge in honde, I hate the synne of vnfaithfulnesse, it shal not cleue vnto me.

A frowarde herte shal departe fro me, I wil not knowe a wicked personne.

Who so preuely slaundreth his neghboure, him wil I destroye: Who so hath a proude loke & an hye stomacke, I maye not awaye with him.

Myne eyes shal loke for soch as be faithfull in the londe, yt they maye dwell with me: and who so ledeth a godly life, shalbe my seruaunt.

There shall no disceatfull personne dwell in my house, he that telleth lyes shal not tary in my sight.

I shal soone destroye all the vngodly of the londe, that all wicked doers maye be roted out of the cite of the LORDE.