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

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

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

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

My woundes styncke & are corrupte, thorow my folishnesse.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.