God

Feare the Lord, ye his Saintes: for nothing wanteth to them that feare him.

The lyons doe lacke and suffer hunger, but they, which seeke the Lord, shall want nothing that is good.

Come children, hearken vnto me: I will teache you the feare of the Lord.

The eyes of the Lord are vpon the righteous, and his eares are open vnto their crie.

But the face of the Lord is against them that doe euill, to cut off their remembrance from the earth.

The righteous crie, and the Lord heareth them, and deliuereth them out of all their troubles.

The Lord is neere vnto them that are of a contrite heart, and will saue such as be afflicted in Spirite.

Great are the troubles of the righteous: but the Lord deliuereth him out of them all.

The Lord redeemeth the soules of his seruants: and none, that trust in him, shall perish.

A Psalme of Dauid. Pleade thou my cause, O Lord, with them that striue with me: fight thou against them, that fight against me.

Let them be as chaffe before the winde, and let the Angel of the Lord scatter them.

Let their way be darke and slipperie: and let the Angel of the Lord persecute them.

Then my soule shalbe ioyfull in the Lord: it shall reioyce in his saluation.

All my bones shall say, Lord, who is like vnto thee, which deliuerest the poore from him, that is too strong for him! yea, the poore and him that is in miserie, from him that spoyleth him!

Lord, how long wilt thou beholde this? deliuer my soule from their tumult, euen my desolate soule from the lions.

So will I giue thee thankes in a great Congregation: I will praise thee among much people.

Thou hast seene it, O Lord: keepe not silence: be not farre from me, O Lord.

Arise and wake to my iudgement, euen to my cause, my God, and my Lord.

Iudge me, O Lord my God, according to thy righteousnesse, and let them not reioyce ouer mee.

But let them be ioyful and glad, that loue my righteousnesse: yea, let them say alway, Let the Lord be magnified, which loueth the prosperitie of his seruant.

And my tongue shall vtter thy righteousnesse, and thy praise euery day.

To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid, the servant of the Lord. Wickedness sayeth to the wicked man, euen in mine heart, that there is no feare of God before his eyes.

Thy mercy, O Lord, reacheth vnto the heauens, and thy faithfulnesse vnto the cloudes.

Thy righteousnesse is like the mightie moutaines: thy iudgements are like a great deepe: thou, Lord, doest saue man and beast.

How excellent is thy mercy, O God! therefore the children of men trust vnder the shadowe of thy wings.