Verse 1
A prayer of Dauid. Incline thine eare, O Lord, and heare me: for I am poore and needy.
Verse 2
Preserue thou my soule, for I am mercifull: my God, saue thou thy seruant, that trusteth in thee.
Verse 3
Be mercifull vnto me, O Lord: for I crie vpon thee continually.
Verse 4
Reioyce the soule of thy seruant: for vnto thee, O Lord, doe I lift vp my soule.
Verse 5
For thou, Lord, art good and mercifull, and of great kindenes vnto all them, that call vpon thee.
Verse 6
Giue eare, Lord, vnto my prayer, & hearken to the voyce of my supplication.
Verse 7
In the day of my trouble I will call vpon thee: for thou hearest me.
Verse 8
Among the gods there is none like thee, O Lorde, and there is none that can doe like thy workes.
Verse 9
All nations, whome thou hast made, shall come and worship before thee, O Lord, & shall glorifie thy Name.
Verse 10
For thou art great and doest wonderous things: thou art God alone.
Verse 11
Teach me thy way, O Lorde, and I will walke in thy trueth: knit mine heart vnto thee, that I may feare thy Name.
Verse 12
I wil prayse thee, O Lord my God, with all mine heart: yea, I wil glorifie thy Name for euer.
Verse 13
For great is thy mercie toward me, & thou hast deliuered my soule from the lowest graue.
Verse 14
O God, the proude are risen against me, and the assemblies of violent men haue sought my soule, and haue not set thee before them.
Verse 15
But thou, O Lorde, art a pitifull God and mercifull, slowe to anger and great in kindenes and trueth.
Verse 16
Turne vnto me, and haue mercy vpon me: giue thy strength vnto thy seruant, and saue the sonne of thine handmayd.
Verse 17
Shew a token of thy goodnes towarde me, that they which hate me, may see it, and be ashamed, because thou, O Lord, hast holpen me and comforted me.