Psalm 119: Beth

By what correcting line
May a young man make streight his crooked way?
By levell of thy lore divine:
Sith then with soe good cause
My hart thee seekes, O Lord, I seeking pray
Let me not wander from thy lawes.

Thy speeches have I hid
Close locked up in caskett of my hart:
Fearing to do what they forbid.
But this cannott suffice:
Thou wisest Lord, who ever-blessed art,
Yet make me in thy statutes wise.

Then shall my lipps declare
The sacred lawes that from thy mouth proceed.
And teach all nations what they are:
For what thou dost decree
To my conceit farre more delight doth breed,
Then worlds of wealth, if worlds might be.

Thy precepts therefore I
Will my continuall meditation make,
And to thy pathes will have good eye.
The orders by thee sett
Shall cause me in them greatest pleasure take,
Nor once will I thy wordes forgett.