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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	Michtam of Dauid. Preserue mee, O God: for in thee doe I trust.
16:2	O my soule, thou hast sayd vnto the Lord, Thou art my Lord: my weldoing extendeth not to thee,
16:3	But to the Saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent: all my delite is in them.
16:4	The sorowes of them, that offer to an other god, shall be multiplied: their offerings of blood will I not offer, neither make mention of their names with my lips.
16:5	The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou shalt mainteine my lot.
16:6	The lines are fallen vnto me in pleasant places: yea, I haue a faire heritage.
16:7	I wil prayse the Lord, who hath giuen me counsell: my reines also teach me in the nightes.
16:8	I haue set the Lord alwayes before me: for hee is at my right hand: therefore I shall not slide.
16:9	Wherefore mine heart is glad and my tongue reioyceth: my flesh also doeth rest in hope.
16:10	For thou wilt not leaue my soule in the graue: neither wilt thou suffer thine holy one to see corruption.
16:11	Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is the fulnesse of ioy: and at thy right hand there are pleasures for euermore.


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