PSA C1 C2 C3 C4 C5 C6 C7 C8 C9 C10 C11 C12 C13 C14 C15 C16 C17 C18 C19 C20 C21 C22 C23 C24 C25 C26 C27 C28 C29 C30 C31 C32 C33 C34 C35 C36 C37 C38 C39 C40 C41 C42 C43 C44 C45 C46 C47 C48 C49 C50 C51 C52 C53 C54 C55 C56 C57 C58 C59 C60 C61 C62 C63 C64 C65 C66 C67 C68 C69 C70 C71 C72 C73 C74 C75 C76 C77 C78 C79 C80 C81 C82 C83 C84 C85 C86 C87 C88 C89 C90 C91 C92 C93 C94 C95 C96 C97 C98 C99 C100 C101 C102 C103 C104 C105 C106 C107 C108 C109 C110 C111 C112 C113 C114 C115 C116 C117 C118 C119 C120 C121 C122 C123 C124 C125 C126 C127 C128 C129 C130 C131 C132 C133 C134 C135 C136 C137 C138 C139 C140 C141 C142 C143 C144 C145 C146 C147 C148 C149 C150

BB PSA Chapter 144

144 Of Dauid. Blessed be God my rocke: who teacheth my handes to warre, and my fingers to fyght. 2 My holynesse and my fortresse, my refuge, and my only deliuerer: my buckler, in hym I haue put my trust, who subdueth my people vnder me. 3 O God, what is man that thou doest knowe hym? what is the sonne of man that thou doest thynke of hym? 4 Man is lyke a thyng of naught: his dayes be lyke a shadowe that passeth away. 5 Bowe thy heauens O God and come downe: touche the mountaynes and they shall smoke. 6 Cast out terrible lightninges and feare them: shoote out thyne arrowes and consume them. 7 Sende downe thine hand from aboue: deliuer me and take me out of the great waters, from the hande of the children of an other deuotion then I am. 8 Whose mouth vttereth vanitie: and their ryght hande is a ryght hande of falshood. 9 O Lorde I wyll syng a newe song vnto thee: and I wyll syng psalmes vnto thee vpon a Lute, and vpon an instrument of ten strynges. 10 Who geueth victorie vnto kynges: who redeemeth Dauid his seruaunt from peryll of the sworde. 11 Redeeme me and deliuer me from the hande of the children of an other deuotion then I am: whose mouth vttereth vanitie, and their ryght hande is a ryght hande of falshood. 12 That our sonnes may growe vp in their youth as young plantes: that our daughters may be as corners stones grauen after the fashion as a palace is. 13 That the corners of our houses may be fylled, yeeldyng foorth all maner of stoore: that our cattell may bring foorth thousandes, yea ten thousandes in our streates. 14 That our oxen may be strong to labour that there be no decay: no leadyng into captiuitie, and no complaynyng in our streates. 15 Happy are the people that be in such a case: blessed is the people who haue God for their Lorde.