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[1]<Tothe chiefe musition as concerning the dumbe doue in a farre countrey, the golden psalme of Dauid, when the Philistines toke him in Geth.> Be mercifull vnto me O Lorde: for man goeth about to deuour me, he dayly fyghtyng, oppresseth me
[2]Myneenemies are dayly in hande to swalowe me vp: for they be many that fight against me, O thou most highest
[3][Neuerthelesse]at all times as I am afraide: I put my whole trust in thee
[4]Inthe Lord I wyll prayse his word: in the Lorde I haue put my trust, and I wyll not feare what flesh can do vnto me
[5]Mywordes dayly put me to sorow: all that they do imagine, is to do me euill
[6]Theyflocke together, they kepe them selues close: they marke my steppes, that they may lye in wayte for my soule
[7]Shallthey escape for their wickednes? O Lorde in thy displeasure cast downe headlong this people
[8]Thouhast numbred my flittinges, thou hast put my teares in thy bottell: [are] not these thinges [noted] in thy booke
[9]WhensoeuerI call vpon thee, then shall myne enemies be put to flight: this I know, for the Lorde is on my side
[10]Inthe Lord I wyll prayse the word: In God I wyll prayse the worde
[11]Inthe Lorde I put my trust: I wyll not be afraide what man can do vnto me
[12]OLorde, thy vowes be vpon me: vnto thee wyll I geue thankes & praise
[13]Forthou hast deliuered my soule from death, and my feete from falling: that I may walke before the Lorde in the light of the liuing
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