1 A Psalme, the song for the sabbath day. It is a good thyng to confesse vnto God: and to syng psalmes vnto thy name O thou most hyghest. VP
2 To set foorth in wordes thy louyng kyndnesse early in the mornyng: and thy trueth in the nyght season. VP
3 Upon an instrument of ten strynges, and vpon the Lute: vpon the Harpe with a solemne sounde. VP
4 For thou God hast made me glad thorowe thy workes: I do reioyce in the workes of thy handes. VP
5 O God howe glorious are thy workes? thy thoughtes are very depe. VP
6 An vnwise man doth not consider this: and a foole doth not vnderstande it. VP
7 Wheras the vngodly do bud vp greene as the grasse, and wheras all workers of iniquitie do florishe: that they notwithstandyng shalbe destroyed for euer and euer. VP
8 But thou O God: art the most highest for euermore. VP
9 For lo, thine enemies O God, lo thine enemies shall perishe: & all the workers of wickednesse shalbe destroyed. VP
10 But my horne shalbe exalted lyke the horne of an vnicorne: for I am annoynted with excellent oyle. VP
11 And myne eye shall see those that lye in wayte for me: myne eare shall heare the malitious persons that rise vp agaynst me. VP
12 The ryghteous shall florishe lyke a paulme tree: and shall spread abroade like a Cedar in Libanus. VP
13 Such as be planted in the house of God: shall florishe in the courtes of our Lorde. VP
14 They shall styll bryng foorth fruite in their age: they shalbe fat and florishyng. VP
15 For to set foorth in wordes that God is vpright: he is my rocke, and no iniquitie is in hym. VP