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16:1	The badge or armes of Dauid. Preserue me; O God, for in the haue I put my trust.
16:2	O my soule thou hast sayd vnto the Lorde: thou arte my God, my goodes are nothing vnto the.
16:3	All my delyte is vpon the saynctes that are in the erth, & vpon soch as excell in vertue.
16:4	But they that runne after another God, shall haue greate trouble.
16:5	Their drinckoffrynges of bloude will not I offre, nether make mencion of their names within my lyppes.
16:6	The Lorde hym selfe is the porcion of myne enheritaunce: and of my cup: thou shalt maynteyne my lot.
16:7	The lot is fallen vnto me in fayre ground, yee, I haue a goodly heritage.
16:8	I wyll thanke the Lorde for geuynge me warnynge: my reynes also chasten me in the nyght season.
16:9	I haue set God alwayes before me, for he is on my right hande, therfore I shall not fall.
16:10	Wherfore my hert was glad, & my glory reioysed, my flesh also shall rest in hope.
16:11	For why? thou shalt not leaue my soule in hell, nether shalt thou suffre thy holy one to se corrupcion. Thou shalt shewe me the path of lyfe: in thy presence is the fulnesse of ioye, and at thy ryght hande ther is pleasure for euermore.


16:1	The title of the sixtenthe salm. The preier of Dauid. Lord, here thou my riytfulnesse; biholde thou my preier. Perseuye thou with eeris my preier; not maad in gileful lippis.
16:2	Mi doom come `forth of thi cheer; thin iyen se equite.
16:3	Thou hast preued myn herte, and hast visitid in niyt; thou hast examynyd me bi fier, and wickidnesse is not foundun in me.
16:4	That my mouth speke not the werkis of men; for the wordis of thi lippis Y haue kept harde weies.
16:5	Make thou perfit my goyngis in thi pathis; that my steppis be not moued.
16:6	I criede, for thou, God, herdist me; bowe doun thin eere to me, and here thou my wordis.
16:7	Make wondurful thi mercies; that makist saaf `men hopynge in thee.
16:8	Kepe thou me as the appil of the iye; fro `men ayenstondynge thi riyt hond. Keuere thou me vndur the schadewe of thi wyngis;
16:9	fro the face of vnpitouse men, that han turmentid me. Myn enemyes han cumpassid my soule;
16:10	thei han closide togidere her fatnesse; the mouth of hem spak pride.
16:11	Thei castiden me forth, and han cumpassid me now; thei ordeyneden to bowe doun her iyen in to erthe.


16:1	Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
16:2	I haue sayde vnto ye LORDE: thou art my God, my goodes are nothinge vnto the.
16:3	All my delyte is vpon the sanctes that are in the earth, and vpon soch like.
16:4	But they yt runne after another, shall haue greate trouble.
16:5	Their drynkofferynges of bloude wil not I offre, nether make mencion of their name in my mouth.
16:6	The LORDE himself is my good and my porcion, thou manteynest my enheritauce.
16:7	The lott is fallen vnto me in a fayre grounde, yee I haue a goodly heretage.
16:8	I wil thanke the LORDE for geuynge me warnynge: my reynes also haue chastened me in the night season.
16:9	Afore honde sawe I God allwayes before me, for he is on my right honde, that I shulde not be moued.
16:10	Therfore dyd my hert reioyce, & my tunge was glad, my flesh also shall rest in hope.
16:11	For why? thou shalt not leaue my soule in hell, nether shalt thou suffre thy saynte to se corrupcion. Thou hast shewed me the wayes off life: thou shalt make me full of ioye wt thy countenaunce. At thy right hande there is pleasure and ioye for euermore.