Psalm 41

THe man is blest that heeds the pore,
From dangers, God will him repreeve;
He will preserve his life, therefore,
And, vnto him preferment give.
The Lord, will gard him from his foes,
When him they labour to surprize;
Refresh him, when that weak he growes,
And, make his bedd, when sick he lies.

In mercie, cure my Soul I pray;
For, Lord, ev'n thee. I did offend.
Vile words, of me, my foes do say;
And, wish my fame & Life, had end.
When me they spie, fair showes they make:
But, in their harts my harm desire;
Which when they come abrode, they speake,
Where all my foes, my wrong conspire.

Some ill desease hath he (they sedd)
Hee's downe, & shall no more arise:
Nay, he whome I have lov'd & fedd,
(My trusted-freind) did me despise.
But, help me Lord, & raise, me now,
That, I their dealings may requite.
I shall thereby, thy favour knowe,
If thou prevent my Foes despight.

Thou dost maintaine my Righteousnes,
And, in thy sight-still placest me:
The Lord, the God of Isr'el, blesse;
Oh! let him blest for ever be. Amen. Amen.