To the chaunter vppon Aieleth of the dawnyng, a Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God: why haste thou forsaken me? the wordes of my complaynte are farre fro my health.
For thou art the comforte & helpe of Israel in the tyme of trouble. Why wilt thou be as a straunger in the Lande, and as one that goeth ouer the felde, and commeth in onely to remayne for a night?
To the chaunter, a songe of the children of Corah vpon almuth. In oure troubles & aduersitye, we haue founde, that God is oure refuge, oure strength and helpe.
If he delyuer and graunte pardon, who wil iudge or condemne? But yf he hyde away hys countenaunce, who wyll turne it aboute agayne, whether it be to the people or to anye man?
Yf I go on the left side to pondre his worckes, I can not atteine vnto them. Agayn, yf I go on the right syde, he hydeth him self, that I can not se him.
Why wilt thou make thy self a cowarde, and as it were a gyaunte that yet maye not helpe? For thou art ours (O Lorde) and we beare thy name, therfore forsake vs not.