Psalms

Geneva: A prayer of Dauid. Incline thine eare, O Lord, and heare me: for I am poore and needy.

Geneva: Preserue thou my soule, for I am mercifull: my God, saue thou thy seruant, that trusteth in thee.

Geneva: Be mercifull vnto me, O Lord: for I crie vpon thee continually.

Geneva: Reioyce the soule of thy seruant: for vnto thee, O Lord, doe I lift vp my soule.

Geneva: For thou, Lord, art good and mercifull, and of great kindenes vnto all them, that call vpon thee.

Geneva: Giue eare, Lord, vnto my prayer, & hearken to the voyce of my supplication.

Geneva: In the day of my trouble I will call vpon thee: for thou hearest me.

Geneva: Among the gods there is none like thee, O Lorde, and there is none that can doe like thy workes.

Geneva: All nations, whome thou hast made, shall come and worship before thee, O Lord, & shall glorifie thy Name.

Geneva: For thou art great and doest wonderous things: thou art God alone.

Geneva: Teach me thy way, O Lorde, and I will walke in thy trueth: knit mine heart vnto thee, that I may feare thy Name.

Geneva: I wil prayse thee, O Lord my God, with all mine heart: yea, I wil glorifie thy Name for euer.

Geneva: For great is thy mercie toward me, & thou hast deliuered my soule from the lowest graue.

Geneva: O God, the proude are risen against me, and the assemblies of violent men haue sought my soule, and haue not set thee before them.

Geneva: But thou, O Lorde, art a pitifull God and mercifull, slowe to anger and great in kindenes and trueth.

Geneva: Turne vnto me, and haue mercy vpon me: giue thy strength vnto thy seruant, and saue the sonne of thine handmayd.

Geneva: Shew a token of thy goodnes towarde me, that they which hate me, may see it, and be ashamed, because thou, O Lord, hast holpen me and comforted me.