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

CB PSA Chapter 21

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21 Lorde, how ioyfull is the kynge in yi strength? O how exceadinge glad is he of thy sauynge health? 2 Thou hast geuen him his hertes desyre, & hast not put him fro the request of his lippes. 3 Sela. For thou hast preueted him wt liberall blessinges, & set a crowne of golde vpon his heade. 4 He asked life of the, & thou gauest him a longe life, eue for euer & euer. 5 His honoure is greate in thy sauynge health, glory and greate worshipe shalt thou laye vpon him. 6 For thou shalt geue him euerlastige felicite, & make him glad wt the ioye of yi coutenauce. 7 And why? because the kinge putteth his trust in the LORDE, & in the mercy of the most hiest he shal not myscary. 8 Let all thine enemies fele thy honde, let thy right honde fynde out all the yt hate the. 9 Thou shalt make the like a fyre ouen in tyme of thy wrath: the LORDE shal destroye the in his displeasure, & the fyre shall consume them. 10 Their frute shalt thou rote out of the earth, & their sede fro amoge the childre of men. 11 For they inteded myschefe agaynst the, & ymagined soch deuyces, as they were not able to perfourme. 12 Therfore shalt thou put the to flight, & with thy stringes thou shalt make ready thine arowes agaynst the faces off them. 13 Be thou exalted (LORDE) in thine owne strength, so wil we synge and prayse thy power.