1 Dauid vttereth with what great grief & bitternes of minde he was driuen to theſe outragious complaints of his infirmities 2 For he confeſſeth that when he had determined ſilence, that he braſt forthe yet into wordes that he wolde not, through the greatnes of his grief. 4 Then he rehearſeth certeine requeſtes which taſte of the infirmitie of mã. 8 And mixeth with thẽ manie prayers: but all diſhewe a minde wonderfully troubled, that it maye plainely appeare how he did ſtriue mightely againſt death and deſperation.
¶ To the excellent muſician
aIeduthún. A Pſalme of Dauid.
4.Lord, let me know mine end, & the meaſure of my dayes, what it is: let me know how long I haue to liue.
6.Douteles man walketh in a ſhadowe, and diſquieteth him ſelf in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, & cã not tel who ſhal gather thẽ.
7.And now Lord, what waite I for? mine hope is euen in thee.
10.Take thy plague away from me: for I am conſumed by the ſtroke of thine hãd.
12.Heare my praier, ô Lord, & hearken vnto my crye: kepe not ſilence at my teares, for I am a ſtranger with thee, & a ſoiourner as all my fathers.