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A song of degrees, or Psalme of David. I rejoiced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord.

Whereunto the Tribes, euen the Tribes of the Lord go vp according to the testimonie to Israel, to prayse the Name of the Lord.

Because of the House of the Lord our God, I will procure thy wealth.

A song of degrees. I lift vp mine eyes to thee, that dwellest in the heauens.

Behold, as the eyes of seruants looke vnto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a mayden vnto the hand of her mistres: so our eyes waite vpon the Lord our God vntil he haue mercie vpon vs.

Haue mercie vpon vs, O Lord, haue mercie vpon vs: for we haue suffered too much contempt.

A song of degrees, or Psalme of David. If the Lord had not bene on our side, (may Israel now say)

If the Lord had not bene on our side, when men rose vp against vs,

Praysed be the Lord, which hath not giuen vs as a praye vnto their teeth.

Our helpe is in the Name of the Lord, which hath made heauen and earth.

A song of degrees. They that trust in the Lord, shalbe as mount Zion, which can not be remooued, but remaineth for euer.

As the mountaines are about Ierusalem: so is the Lord about his people from henceforth and for euer.

Doe well, O Lord, vnto those that be good and true in their hearts.

But these that turne aside by their crooked wayes, them shall the Lord leade with the workers of iniquitie: but peace shalbe vpon Israel.

A song of degrees, or Psalme of David. When ye Lord brought againe the captiuitie of Zion, we were like them that dreame.

Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with ioye: then sayd they among the heathen, The Lord hath done great things for them.

The Lord hath done great things for vs, whereof we reioyce.

O Lord, bring againe our captiuitie, as the riuers in the South.

A song of degrees, or Psalme of Salomon. Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vaine that build it: except the Lord keepe the citie, the keeper watcheth in vaine.

It is in vaine for you to rise earely, and to lie downe late, and eate the bread of sorow: but he wil surely giue rest to his beloued.

Beholde, children are the inheritance of the Lord, and the fruite of the wombe his rewarde.

A song of degrees. Blessed is euery one that feareth the Lord and walketh in his wayes.

Lo, surely thus shall the man be blessed, that feareth the Lord.

The Lord out of Zion shall blesse thee, and thou shalt see the wealth of Ierusalem all the dayes of thy life.

But the righteous Lord hath cut the cordes of the wicked.