14O God, the proude are risen against me, and the assemblies of violent men haue sought my soule, and haue not set thee before them.
15But thou, O Lord, art a pitifull God and mercifull, slowe to anger and great in kindenes and trueth.
16Turne vnto me, and haue mercy vpon me: giue thy strength vnto thy seruant, and saue the sonne of thine handmayd.