I am wel pleased, yt the LORDE hath herde ye voyce of my prayer.

That he hath enclyned his eare vnto me, therfore wil I call vpo him as longe as I lyue.

The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,

I founde trouble and heuynesse. Then called I vpon ye name of the LORDE: o LORDE, delyuer my soule.

Gracious is ye LORDE & rightuous, yee oure God is mercifull.

The LORDE preserueth ye symple, I was brought downe, and he helped me.

Turne agayne then vnto thy rest (o my soule) for the LORDE hath geuen the thy desyre.

And why? thou hast delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fallinge.

I wil walke before ye LORDE, in the londe of the lyuynge.

I beleued, and therfore haue I spoke, but I was sore troubled.

I sayde in my haist: All men are lyers.

What rewarde shal I geue vnto ye LORDE, for all the benefites yt he hath done vnto me?

I wil receaue the cuppe of saluacio, and call vpon the name of the LORDE.

I wil paye my vowes in the presence of all his people, right deare in the sight of ye LORDE is the death of his sayntes.

O LORDE, I am thy seruaunt, I am thy seruaunt,

and the sonne of thy handmayden, thou hast broken my bondes in sonder.

I wil offre the the sacrifice of thankes geuynge, and wil call vpon the name of the LORDE.

I wil paye my vowes vnto the LORDE in the sight of all his people,

in the courtes of the LORDES house, eue in the myddest of the, o Ierusalem. Halleluya.