[1] Be mercifull vnto me O Lorde: for man goeth about to deuour me, he dayly fyghtyng, oppresseth me[2]Myne enemies 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]In the 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]My wordes dayly put me to sorow: all that they do imagine, is to do me euill[6]They flocke together, they kepe them selues close: they marke my steppes, that they may lye in wayte for my soule[7]Shall they escape for their wickednes? O Lorde in thy displeasure cast downe headlong this people[8]Thou hast numbred my flittinges, thou hast put my teares in thy bottell: [are] not these thinges [noted] in thy booke[9]Whensoeuer I call vpon thee, then shall myne enemies be put to flight: this I know, for the Lorde is on my side[10]In the Lord I wyll prayse the word: In God I wyll prayse the worde[11]In the Lorde I put my trust: I wyll not be afraide what man can do vnto me[12]O Lorde, thy vowes be vpon me: vnto thee wyll I geue thankes & praise[13]For thou hast deliuered my soule from death, and my feete from falling: that I may walke before the Lorde in the light of the liuing