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143:1	A psalme of Dauid. Heare my praier, O Lorde, and considre my desyre: herken vnto me for thy treuth and righteousnes sake.
143:2	And entre not into iudgement with thy seruaunt: for in thy sight shall no man lyuinge be iustifyed.
143:3	For the enemy hath persecuted my soule: he hath smyten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layed me in the darcknes, as the men that haue bene longe deed.
143:4	Therfore is my sprete vexed within me: and my herte within me is desolate.
143:5	Yet do I remembre the tyme past, I muse vpon all thy workes: yee, I excercyse my selfe in the worckes of thy handes.
143:6	I streach forth myne handes vnto the: my soule gaspeth vnto the as a thyrsty lande. Selah.
143:7	Heare me, O Lorde, & that soone: for my sprete wexeth faynte, hid not thy face from me, lest I be lyke vnto them that go downe into the pytt.
143:8	O let me heare thy louing kindnes by tymes in the morninge for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shuld walke in, for I lyft vp my soule vnto the.
143:9	Delyuer me, O Lorde, from myne enemyes: for I flye vnto the to hyde me.
143:10	Teach me to do the thynge that pleaseth the, for thou art my God, let thy louinge sprete leade me forthe vnto the lande of ryghteousnes.
143:11	Quycken me, O Lord, for thy names sake, & for thy ryghteousnes sake bringe my soule out of trouble.
143:12	And of thy goodnes slaye myne enemyes, and destroye all them that vexe my soule, for I am thy seruaunt.


143:1	The title of the hundrid and thre and fourtithe salm. `A salm. Blessid be my Lord God, that techith myn hondis to werre; and my fyngris to batel.
143:2	Mi merci, and my refuyt; my takere vp, and my delyuerer. Mi defender, and Y hopide in him; and thou makist suget my puple vnder me.
143:3	Lord, what is a man, for thou hast maad knowun to him; ether the sone of man, for thou arettist him of sum valu?
143:4	A man is maad lijk vanyte; hise daies passen as schadow.
143:5	Lord, bowe doun thin heuenes, and come thou doun; touche thou hillis, and thei schulen make smoke.
143:6	Leite thou schynyng, and thou schalt scatere hem; sende thou out thin arowis, and thou schalt disturble hem.
143:7	Sende out thin hond fro an hiy, rauysche thou me out, and delyuere thou me fro many watris; and fro the hond of alien sones.
143:8	The mouth of which spak vanite; and the riythond of hem is the riyt hond of wickidnesse.
143:9	God, Y schal synge to thee a new song; I schal seie salm to thee in a sautre of ten stringis.
143:10	Which yyuest heelthe to kingis; which ayen bouytist Dauid, thi seruaunt, fro the wickid swerd rauische thou out me.
143:11	And delyuere thou me fro `the hond of alien sones; the mouth of whiche spak vanyte, and the riythond of hem is the riyt hond of wickidnesse.
143:12	Whose sones ben; as new plauntingis in her yongthe. The douytris of hem ben arayed; ourned about as the licnesse of the temple.


143:1	Heare my prayer (o LORDE) considre my desyre: answere me for thy treuth & rightuousnesse sake.
143:2	And entre not in to iudgment with thy seruaunt, for in thy sight shal no man lyuynge be iustified.
143:3	For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
143:4	Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
143:5	Yet do I remebre the tymes past, I muse vpo all yi workes, yee I exercise my self in the workes of thy hondes.
143:6	I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
143:7	Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.
143:8	Oh let me heare thy louynge kyndnesse by tymes in the mornynge, for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shulde walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the.
143:9	Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the.
143:10	Teach me to do the thinge that pleaseth the, for thou art my God: let thy louynge sprete lede me forth vnto the londe of rightuousnesse.
143:11	Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
143:12	And of thy goodnesse scater myne enemies abrode, and destroye all them that vexe my soule, for I am thy seruaunt.