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Dominus governs me, & nihil

My God paist me much under his haulte power
It is my shepherd, I do nothing dAuray Faulte.
Tect well in thickness, joining beaulx grassland
Sunset deed me, meine me to clear shores,
Traicte my life treshumaine sweetness,
And his name, for me droicts trails meine
If seurement, when the val viendroye
On umbre death, nothing bad craindroye,
For thou art with Avg chascune time:

Deus meus respice in me, quare dereliq.

My God, my God, wherefore hast thou left me,
Loing rescue, BORED as oppressed,
And far from the cry that I address you ay
In my complaincte?

Day, my God, I invocque without feigned,
Sponds toutesfoys and not your holy voice:
By night also, and not ay, whereof estaincte
Let my cry.

Alas, you're the sainct, and the tremeur,
Israel and happiness resident,

Coeli enarrant gloriam Dei.

The cieulx in every one place,
The power of God
Racomptent human:
This large round spars
Nuncio all go
The work of his hands.

Day after day flowing
The Lord is speaking
By long experience:
The night the, the night the suyvant,
We preaches, and we instruict
His grandmother 'wisdom.

And there nation,
Language prolation,
So is to strange places
Who does OYT good sound,

Diligam te Domine.

I'll in all aymeray obeyssance,
As vivray, O my God, my strength.
God is my rock, my hault rempar, and thickness,
This is my rençon is my strong deffenseur,
In him alone gist my fiance parfaicte,
This is my pavoys, my arms, my retraicte:
When I praised him, and asks firm faith,
Soubdain Recoux of foes me voy.
Risk of death ung day environnarent me
And large streams Malings estonnarent me.
I estoys well near the sepulcher came,

Domine quis habitabit.

Which is what converse,
O Lord, in thy tabernacle?
And is to be celluy
So happy, that by grace will
On your holy Mount sor interior?

It will celluy droictement
Who is going smoothly in besongne:
Deed that does nothing but precisely
And whose mouth appertement
Truth in her heart tesmoigne:

Who by his tongue points will deed
Report, loz of aultruy back:
That his neighbor does meffaict:

Dixit in corde suo insipiens.

The fol maling in her heart dict, & croyt,
God is not: & corrupts, and reverses
His dying, his life, horrible faicts exercises:
No ung deed alone does nothing good droict,
Ny not vouldroit.

God of heaven looked icy hault
On humans, avecques diligence,
Would see if quelcun intelligence,
Who invocquer divine mercy
Fust in soucy.

But all things seen found that every one

Usquequo Domine oblivisceris.

How long have estably,
Lord of mectre oubly me?
Is this forever? for how many eage
Destourneras thou thy face
Of me, tired, one filled with anxiety?

How long will my cueur
Sure, advising, praticqueur,
And many ordinary soucy?
How long shall my enemy
Avg above it will win?

Avg looks, my mighty God,
Responds to my moaning Heart,
And my troubled yeulx illuminates:
Mortal sleep dominates

Salvum fac me Domine.

Gives relief, Lord, it is time,
Because of droictz men are wholes DESNUES:
Between filz of men, remains
Ung who ayt faith, both are reduced.

Certainly every one, vanity, falsehoods,
In his next commonly said:
The lips only man that flattery
And saying the ung, her heart speaks aultrement.

God grant doncq these blandissantes lips
All through, for ever, incise:
Similarly these arrogant languages

In Domino confido.

Seeing that all is in God my cueur seconded,
I esbany how Vostre Mount,
Qu'oyseau rather have dictated that I enfuye.

Vray is that the arc stretched Malings me have
And the rope were sitting their Wise Ones,
For against ceulx, quide just cueur are
The descocher, up in their hiding places.

But we will very soon put to naught
The intent of Telz malicious,
What 'also Faulte has just committed?

Domine ut quid recessisti lanyard.

Which is it, Lord, I will supply,
Loing us that you want the yeulx covered?
Caches you you for mectre we oubly?
Mesmes time, which is hard, and various?
By their fervent pride are perverse
A humble torment that little is taken:
Grant that falls on eulx their business.

For the maling brags, and is deed thickness,
That his desires will aulcun deffault:
Not just treasuring the miser hoarder,