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[1]I am the man that thorowe the rodde of his wrath haue experience of miserie
[2]He droue me foorth and led me, yea into darknesse, but not into light
[3]Against me is he turned, he turneth his hande dayly against me
[4]My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised
[5]He hath buylded rounde about me, and closed me in with gall and trauaile
[6]He hath set me in darknesse, as they that be dead for euer
[7]He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, and hath layde heauie linkes vpon me
[8]Though I crye and call pitiously, yet heareth he not my prayer
[9]He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes crooked
[10]He layeth wayte for me lyke a beare, and as a lion in a hole
[11]He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether
[12]He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marke to shoote at
[13]The arrowes of his quiuer hath he shot, euen into my reynes
[14]I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songues vpon me all the day long
[15]He hath filled me with bitternesse, and geuen me wormewood to drinke
[16]He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust
[17]He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges
[18]I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde
[19]O remember yet my miserie and my trouble, the wormewood and the gall
[20]Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me
[21]Whyle I consider these thinges in my heart, I get a hope agayne
[22][namely] it is of the Lordes mercies that we are not vtterly consumed, for truely his pitifull compassion hath not ceassed
[23]Newe mercyes shall the Lord shewe vpon thee early in the day springing, (O Lorde) great is thy faythfulnesse
[24]The Lorde is my portion saith my soule therefore wyll I hope in hym
[25]O howe good is the Lord vnto them that put their trust in hym, and to the soule that seeketh after hym
[26]The good man with stilnesse and pacience, taryeth for the health of the Lorde
[27]O howe good is it for a man to take the yoke vpon him from his youth vp
[28]He sitteth alone, he holdeth hym styll, because he hath taken [the Lordes yoke] vpon hym
[29]He layeth his face vpon the earth, if there happen to be any hope
[30]He offreth his cheeke to the smyter, he wyll be content with reproffes
[31]For the Lord wil not forsake for euer
[32]But though he punishe, yet according to the multitude of his mercies he receaueth to grace agayne
[33]For he doth not plague willingly, and afflict the chyldren of men
[34]To treade all the prysoners of the earth vnder his feete
[35]To moue the iudgement of man before the most highest
[36]To condemne a man in his cause: the Lord hath not pleasure in such thinges
[37]What is he then that saith, there should some thing be done without the Lordes commaundement
[38]Out of the mouth of the most highest goeth not euyll and good
[39]Wherefore then murmureth the liuing man? let hym murmure at his owne sinne
[40]Let vs looke well vpon our wayes, and remember our selues, and turne agayne to the Lorde
[41]Let vs lift our heartes with our handes vnto the Lorde that is in heauen
[42]We haue ben dissemblers and haue offended, wylt thou therefore not be intreated
[43]Thou hast couered vs in thy wrath, and persecuted vs: thou hast slayne vs without any fauour
[44]Thou hast hid thy selfe in a cloude, that our prayer should not go through
[45]Thou hast made vs outcastes, and to be despised among the people
[46]All our enemies gape vpon vs
[47]Feare and pit is come vpon vs, yea deceipt and destruction
[48]Whole riuers of water gushe out of mine eyes for the hurt of my people
[49]Myne eyes runne and cannot ceasse, for there is no rest
[50]O Lorde, when wylt thou looke downe from heauen and consider
[51]Mine eyes breaketh my heart, because of all the daughters of my citie
[52]Mine enemies hunted me out sharply like a byrde, yea & that without a cause
[53]They haue put downe my life into a pit, and they haue cast stones vpon me
[54]They haue powred water vpon my head: then thought I, nowe am I vndone
[55]I called vpon thy name O Lorde out of the deepe pit
[56]Thou hast heard my voyce, and hast not turned away thyne eares from my sighing and crying
[57]Thou hast inclyned thy selfe vnto me when I called vpon thee: and hast said, feare not
[58]Thou (O Lorde) hast mayntayned the cause of my soule, and hast redeemed my lyfe
[59]O Lorde, thou hast seene my wrong, take thou my cause vpon thee
[60]Thou hast well considered howe they go about to do me harme, and that all their counsels are against me
[61]Thou hast hearde their despitefull wordes O Lorde, yea and all the imaginations against me
[62]The lippes of mine enemies, and their deuises that they take against me al the day long
[63]Thou seest also their sitting downe and their rising vp, they make their songes of nothing but of me
[64]Rewarde them, O Lorde, according to the workes of their handes
[65]Geue them an obstinate heart, euen thy curse
[66]Persecute them O Lorde with thyne indignation, and roote them out from vnder the heauen
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