Heare me whe I cal, o God of my rightuousnes, thou that comfortest me in my trouble: haue mercy vpon me, and herken vnto my prayer.

O ye sonnes off men: how longe will ye blaspheme myne honoure? why haue ye soch pleasure in vanyte, & seke after lyes?

Sela Knowe this, that the LORDE dealeth maruelously with his saynte: and when I call vpon the LORDE, he heareth me.

Be angrie, but synne not: como wt youre owne hertes vpo yor beddes, & remebre yor selues.

Sela. Offre ye sacrifice of rightuousnes, & put yor trust in ye LORDE.

There be many yt saye: who wil do vs eny good? where as thou (o LORDE) hast shewed vs the light of yi countenauce.

Thou reioysest myne herte, though their encreace be greate both in corne & wyne.

Therfore wil I laye me downe in peace, & take my rest: for thou LORDE only settest me in a sure dwellynge.