Beati quorum sunt remissae iniquity.

A very happy with celluy committed
Transgressions are with discounts:
Which also unfair Fisheries
Before his God are covered & hidden.

O how full of happiness I deemed
The man to whom God imputes his sin item:
And the Spirit which dwells not
On hypocrisy, and fraud ung only poinct.

During my illness, whether VINSE to shut up,
Las shouting: either prinse me to bray,
And moan all day without ceasing,

Ad te Domine levavi animam

A Toy, my God, my cueur rises
Toy in my hope ay mys,
I do not fall to shame,
According to my foes.

Shame will voyrement
Ceulx above which toy is appuyent,
But that hard ceulx
And without question the terribly bored.

The way you dresses we
Fays Avg congnoistre Lord,
Thy hereby gives notice & addresses
Vueilles Estre enseigneur Avg.

Avg carries over
Truth of your license,

Domini is terra, & plenitudo.

The earth belongs to the Lord,
Everything that contains its roundness,
And ceulx who live in it.
Sea foundation gave him;
The enriched, and surrounded it
Maint tresbelle river.

But his Montaigne is a saint place:
Who will doncq Mont God?
Who is this, that there will instead?
Man hands & cueur washed
In non esleve vanities,
And who has not sworn in fallacy.

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,
Where has pleased you that your los, and honor

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,
The way, and how
Language of cieulx.

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,
And yarn Death accused:

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:
Which also suffers from deed,

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
A forvoye holding damnable ways:

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
Avg over almost perishing.