1 Vnto the end, in songues, the Psalme of Dauid
2 VVHEN I inuocated, the God of my iustice heard me: in tribulation thou hast enlarged to me. Haue mercie on me, and heare my prayer.
3 Ye sonnes of men how long are you of heauie hart? why loue you vanitie, and seeke lying?
4 And know ye that our Lord hath made his holie one meruelous: our Lord wil heare me, when I shal crie to him.
5 Be ye angrie, and sinne not: the things that you say in your hartes, in your chambers be ye sorie for.
6 Sacrifice ye the sacrifice of iustice, and hope in our Lord. Manie say: Who sheweth vs good thinges?
7 The light of thy countenance ô Lord is signed vpon vs: thou hast geuen gladnesse in my hart.
8 By the fruite of their corne, and wine, and oile they are multiplied.
9 In peace in the selfe same I wil sleepe, and rest:
10 Because thou Lord hast singularly setled me in hope.