TSK · Isaiah 38:20

Haue mercy on me O God: consider the trouble whiche I suffer of them that hate me, lift me vp from the gates of death.

And foorthwith thou hast turned my mourning into dauncing: thou hast put of my sackcloth, and gyrded me with gladnes.

O Lorde open thou my lippes: and my mouth shall set foorth thy prayse.

The singers go before, the minstrelles folowe after: in the myddest are the damselles playing with the timbrelles.

I wyll offer vnto thee the sacrifice of thankesgeuyng: and I wyll call vpon the name of God.

I wyll blesse thee euery day: and I wyll prayse thy name for euer and euer.

Beholde, God is my saluation, in who I wyll trust and not be afrayde: for the Lorde God is my strength and my song, he also is become my saluation.

The Lord God is my strength, he wil make my feete like hindes feete & he wil make me to walke vpon my hye places. To the chiefe singer on Neginothai, or vpon the instrumentes of musicke.