My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.

He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence, so yt I shal not greatly fall.

How longe wil ye ymagin myschefe agaynst euery man? ye shal be slayne all ye sorte of you: yee as a tottringe wall shal ye be, & like a broken hedge.

Their deuyce is only how to put him out, their delyte is i lyes: they geue good wordes wt their mouth but curse wt their herte.

Sela. Neuertheles, my soule abydeth only vpon God, for he is my God.

He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence: so yt I shal not fall.

In God is my health, my glory, my might, & in God is my trust.

Oput yor trust in him allwaye (ye people) poure out yor hertes before him, for God is oure hope.

Sela. As for men, they are but vayne, me are disceatfull: vpo the weightes they are al together lighter then vanite itself.

O trust not in wronge & robbery, geue not yor selues vnto vanite: yf riches increase, set not yor herte vpon them.

God spake once a worde, twyse haue I herde the same: that power belongeth vnto God.

That thou LORDE art mercifull, & that thou rewardest euery man acordinge to his workes.