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[1] <The golden psalme of Dauid.> Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee
[2] Thou hast sayde [O my soule] vnto God, thou art my Lorde: my weldoing [can do] thee no good
[3] But all my delyght is [to do good] vnto the saintes that are in the earth: and vnto such as excell in vertue
[4] As for them that runne [after] another [God] they shall haue great trouble: I wyll not offer their drynke offerynges of blood, neither wyll I make mention of their names within my lyppes
[5] O God, thou thy selfe art the portion of myne inheritaunce and of my cup: thou wylt mayntayne my lot
[6] My lot is fallen vnto me in a pleasaut [grounde:] I [haue] a goodly heritage
[7] I wyll prayse God who gaue me counsayle: my reines also do instruct me in the nyght season
[8] I haue set God alwayes before me: for he is on my ryght hande, [therfore] I shall not be remoued
[9] Wherfore my heart is glad: my glory reioyceth, my fleshe also shall rest in a securitie
[10] For thou wylt not leaue my soule in hell: neither wylt thou suffer thyne holy one to see corruption
[11] Thou wylt cause me to knowe the path of lyfe: in thy presence is the fulnesse of ioy, and at thy right hand there be pleasures for euermore
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