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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
earth_n	lord_n	name_n	praise_v	7,031	5	9.3495	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07923	A paraphrase of the CIV. Psalme by David Murray.	Murray, David, Sir, 1567-1629.	1615 (1615)	STC 18294; ESTC S1308	1,795	10

A PARAPHRASE OF THE CIV PSALME BY DAVID MVRRAY Edinburgh Printed by ANDRO HART ANNO DOM. 1615. To his sacred Maiestie THat princely Prophet whose celestiall Vaine In sweetest Measures soule-charming Layes To his deare Harpe so fealingly bewrayes Mans perfect Way to Pleasure and to Paine Bequeath'd the Skill of his Skie-fostered Braine Whilst he himselfe crownd with immortall Rayes Of endlesse Glory rests not fading Bayes Here Phoenix like to be renewd againe And as from that Arabian Birds sweet Ashe One still proceedes of like admired Wing The sacred Furie of best Israels King To Britanes Monarch doth so fully passe By which inflam'd He sings that Heauens Decree None worthy DAVIDS Muse Harpe but He. Your Maiesties humble seruant Dauid Murray A PARAPHRASE of the CIV PSALME MY Soule praise thou Iehouahs holie Name For he is great and of exceeding Might Who cloth'd with Glorie maiestie and Fame And couered with the garments of the light The azure Heauen doth like a Courtaine spred And in the depths his chalmer beames hath layd The Clouds he makes his chariot to be On them he wheeles the christall Skies about And on the wings of Aeolus doth Hee At pleasour walke and sends his Angels out Swift Heraulds that doe execute his will His words the heauens with firie lightnings fill The Earths foundation he did firmelie place And layd it so that it should neuer slyde He made the Depths her round about embrace And like a Robe her naked shores to hide Whose waters would o'rflow the Mountains high But that they backe at his rebuke doe flie At the dread voice of his consuming thunder As these retire the mountaines in the Skie Doe raise their tops like Pyramids of wonder And at their feet the pleasant valleys lie And to the floods he doth prescribe a Bound That they Earths beautie may no more confound The fertile Plaines he doth refresh and cheare With pleasant Streames which from the Mountaines fall To which to quench their Thirst all Beastes draw neare Euen to the Asse whom neuer Yoake did thrall And on the Trees by euery chrystall Spring Heauens Quiristers doe sweetly bill and sing The thirstie Tops of Skie-menacing Hils He from the Clouds refresheth with his Raine And with the Goodnes of his Grace he fills The Earth withall that doth therein remaine He causeth her both Man and Beast to feede The wholesome Herbes and tender Grasse to breede The fruitfull Yuie strict-embracing Vine To glad Mans Heart he hath ordaind and made And giues him oyle to make his Face to shine And to encrease his Strength and Courage breede The mighty Trees are nourishd by his hand The Cedars tall in Lebanon that stand On whose wide-spreading high and bushie Tops The flightering Birds may build their Nests in peace And in the Firre that pitchie Teares foorth drops He hath preparde the Storke a dwelling Place The Mountaines are vnto the Goates refuge And in the Rockes the Porcupines doe lodge He hath appointed Seasons for the Moone To fade to grow whiles faire to looke whiles wane And makes bright Phoebus when the Day is done In THETIS Lappe to diue his head againe He clowdes the Skies and doth in Darknes pight Ou'r all the Earth the Courtaines of the Night Then all the beastes from out the forrest creepe To seeke his pray the Lyon loudlie roares The Serpents hisse the Crocodile doth weepe As if she wold bewaile them she deuoures And when the Sunne returnes they all retire And in their Dennes doe couch them selues for feare And then doth man in safetie freelie goe To ply his worke with diligence till Night Thy wondrous wonders who O Lord can show The earth is filled with thy Glory bright And thou hast stor'd the Deepe-wyd Ocean Sea With Fish Beasts Monsters nomberles that be There doe the Winged Wooden Forts forth goe To climbe the glassie mountaines with their Keeles There Liuiathan wanders to and fro And through the waltring Billows tumbling reeles Who in that Liquid Labyrinth enclos'd Doth play and sport as thou him hast dispos'd All liuing things O Lord doe wait on thee That in due season thou mayst giue them food And thou vnfolds thy liberall hands most free And giues them euerie thing may doe them good Thy blessings thou so plenteouslie distills That their aboundance all things breathing fills But if thy face thou doe withdraw in wrath Thy creatures all then languish grieue and murne Or if thou angrie take away their breath They perish straight and into dust returne But when thy Sprite thou sends them to renew All fresh doth flowrish Earth regaines her hue In his most glorious workes let God reioyce Who makes the Earth to tremble with a looke Let men admire and Angels with their voice Extoll his Name whose touch makes Mountaines smooke To this thought-passing speech-expreslesse Lord While Breath extends will I still praise afford He will receiue my humble sute in loue And in his fauour I shall euer joye The wicked from the Earth he will remoue And whollie heauen-dispising wormes destroy But whilst they buried lie in endlesse shame My Soule praise thou Iehouahs holy Name D. M. FINIS