reioyce in lyke maner Se that ye kysse and eke embrace hys only sonne I saye Leaste in his wrath ye peryshe all and wander from hys waye For his wrath shall ful sodenly be kendled in hys breste But all that put their trust in hym shall certaynely be bleste The .iij. Psalme O Lorde howe many be my foes that agaynst me do ryse And howe manye saye to my soule God doeth hym quite despyse But thou O Lorde art◠my target when I am harde besteade Myne honoure and my glorye both and holdeste vp mine heade And with my voyce vpon the Lorde I wil both call and crye And he oute of hys holy hyll wyll heare me by and by I layed me doune and quyetly I stept and rose agayne For why I knowe assuredly the Lord doeth me sustayne I do not feare ten thousande men that compasse me about Aryse O Lorde my God I saye saue me and bringe me oute Thou smytest all thine enemies euen on the heard cheke bone And thou hast broken all the teeth of ech vngodly one Saluacyon doeth alonelye belonge to God aboue Bestowe therfore vpon thy flocke thy blessinge and thy loue The .iiij. Psalme O God my iustyce that doest heare me when I on the crye And doest set me fre from trouble heare me mercyfully O mortall men how longe wyll ye brynge my glory to shame Howe longe will you loue vanitye and seke lyes and false fame And knowe that the Lorde hath chosen for hymselfe the godly And that he wyll geue eare to me when I shall to him crye Synne not but stande in awe therfore examine your herte And in your secrete chamber se you do youre selfe conuert Offer to God the sacrifice of righteousnes I saye And loke that in the lyuyng God ye put your truste alwaye Many men saye who wyl geue vs wordly goodes and substaunce And for to se good fortune also prosperouse chaunce But vpon vs thy poore seruauntes Lorde lyfte thou vp a sygne The lyght Lorde of thy countynaunce that doeth so clearly shyne Yet when I sawe the greate encrease of their corne and newe wyne Thou madeste me reioyce in herte and not there at repyne In peace I shall bothe reste and slepe I shal be ful quyete Because thou only art he that doeste me in salftie set The .v. Psalme LOrd marcke my wordes and vnderstand all my styl whisperynge Heare me for I wil pray to the that arte my God and kynge Lorde thou wilt heare my voyce by tyme and I will me applye Vnto the earlye in the morne and loke on the onlye For thou art not the God that doeth in wyckednes delyght Neyther shal anye wycked thynge remayne wythin thy syght The rageynge foles shal not consiste and stande before thyne eyes For thou hast hated all suche men as worcke iniquities Suche as speake lyes thou shalt destroy for the Lorde doeth withstande The man that shedeth bloude and that taketh disceyte in hande But I wylcome into thyne house trusting vpon thy grace And in thy feare wyll honoure the euen at thyne holy place Lorde leade me forth in thy iustice for feare of myne enmies And thyne owne waye defende thou Lorde before thy seruauntes eyes For in their mouth ther is no truth their inwardes are but dounge Their throte is like an open graue they flatter wyth their tonge Proue them giltye O God and let them falle from their counselles For their greate synnes dryue them awaye for they haue bene rebelles And let suche as do truste in the synge reioyce alwaye Let suche as loue thy name reioyce in thy defence I saye For thou O Lorde doest blesse the iuste geue hym good thynges styll And as a speare thy goodnes doeth enclose hym from all ylle The .vi. Psalme LOrde checke thou not thy pore seruaunt in thine hasty furie Neyther correcte me in the heate of thy melancholye Be mercyful to me O Lorde for I am deformed Heale thou me Lorde because my bones are made sore abashed But my soule is abashed sore yea ryght sore troubled And thou O Lorde howe longe wilt thou se me so afflicted Returne O Lorde set my soule cleare saue me for thy mercye For in death and the graue there is of the no memorye In my sorowfull mornynge I am weryed oute ryght And with my teares my bed couch I make to flowe al nyght My face is wrynckled throughe anger indignacyon And it is made exceadinge olde throughe myne enmyes eche one Departe from me all ye that be worckers of wyckednes For the Lorde hathe hearde the voyce of my sorowfull dystresse The Lorde hathe hearde hys seruauntes prayer and supplicacyon The Lorde hath receyued my suite and mine oracyon Let all myne enemies take shame and be caste doune greatlye Let them be turned backe agayne and take shame sodenlye The .vij. Psalme O Lorde my God I put my trust and confidence in the Kepe me from al that persecute me and delyuer me Let not thys man snalch vp my soule lyke a lyon rageynge Neyther teare it when no man shall come to my rescuynge Oh Lorde my God I haue not done the thinge that they surmyse Myne handes to any frowardnes I do not exercyse Yf I haue done hurte vnto hym that did peace wyth me take Yea whē he vexed me causlesse yf I did him forsake Then let hym persecute my soule and lay handes on the same And let hym treade my lyfe to dyrte and dyminyshe my fame Aryse O Lord in thy fury when my foes be styrred Aryse to me wyth the iudgement that thou haste commaunded And let the companye of al people stande the aboute And therfore to go vp agayne do thou not stande in doubt Let the Lorde iudge the nacyons O Lord iudge me also And after myne vpryght dealynge so let it with me go O ryghteouse God that arte searcher of the hertes and the luste Let the vngodlye mens synne cease and gouerne thou the iuste My shilde my tergat and defence in God alone I fynde That is the sauiour of thē that are of godly mynde God is a iust and vpright iudge he is righteouse I saye And God is moued wyth anger and that euery daye Yf Saule will not returne but make hys swerde ready to fyght Yf he will bende hys bowe I saye and hym selfe to warres dyght Yf he wyll prepare hym suche dartes as wyl kyl presently And frame his burnynge arrowes that will pearse so myghtely Lo then he shall trauayle ryght sore to brynge forth vanitye For he hath conceyued greate gryefe shall brynge out a lye He hath trenched and dygged out a dych for me to falle But into the pytte that he made he slyppeth fyrste of all The care that he bent towarde me shal lyght on his heade certayne So shal the force wherwith he would oppresse me turne agayne After his righteousnes I will prayse the Lorde most myghtye And right so wyll I synge to the name of the Lorde most hye The
lo they laye wayte for my soule and conspyre agaynste me Not for any offence or fault Lord that in me they see Not prouoked by me they do hastly them selfes prepare Wherfore arise thou and helpe me and loke vpon my care O Lord of hostes O Iacobs God awake visite the heathen Shewe thou no mercie to them that to wickednes are geuen Let them returne emptie at nyght and let them hole lyke houndes And make them wander rounde about the cities and the townes Beholde they speake agaynste me wyth their mouthes and swerdes are hyd Vnder theyr lyppes for they are not for such thynges reproued But thou O Lorde shalt euer haue them in derision The heathen Lorde thou shalt deride and laugh them all to skorne I do ascribe to the O God all my strēgth and my power For thou art my falfegard good Lorde and only defender Thy goodnes to thy pore seruant thou shewest plentuousely And lettest me se my desyer vpon myne enimie Lorde destroy not them sodenlye leste my people forget But as thou art oure defender do them in sunder sette For theyr proude and statly wordes Lorde take thou them in theyr pride And for theyr periurie and lyes suffer them not to byde Consume them Lord in thy furie consume them cleane awaye That they may knowe that God ruleth in all the earth this daye Let them returne emptie at nyght let them howle lyke houndes And make them wander rounde about the cities and the townes Let them wander about I saye and seke whereon to feede And let them not fynd sustinaunce to satisfie theyr nede Wyth reioyceynge I shall declare thy myght and greate goodnes Because thou arte my tower of strength refuge in distres To the I saye O God my strength wyll I reioyce and synge Because thou arte my whole defence and most mercifull kynge The .lx. Psalme O God thou dydest vs forsake reiect waste moued But nowe thou arte pleased agayn and hast vs receyued Thou dashedest the earth together and brakest it in twayne But nowe repare the brackes therof for it shaketh certayne Hard chaunce and misse fortune thou hast layed on thy peoples lot And haste geuen vs such wyne to dryncke as is deadly I wot Yet haste thou geuen a sygne to them that do walke in thy feare That they should triumph in thy trueth in no wise dispeare Let thy power saue thy beloued that they do not dispeare Shewe forth thy powre I saye good Lord heare thy seruantes prayer Because God hath spoken the worde wyth in hys holy place I shal wyth ioye diuide Sichem and Sochothes vale by pase Galaad and eke Manasses are myne but Ephraim ▪ Is the key of my kyngdome and Iuda my lawes doeth deme In Moah wyll I laye my fylth and ouer Edom skyppe And thou palastine sue to me for fauour and frendshyppe Who shall leade me into that forte that myghtie stronge citie Who shal conducte me to Edom and my salfe conduct be Shalt not thou do it O my God who didest vs forsake And wouldest not walke wyth our men whē we dyd the wars take O God helpe thou in al distresse for mans helpe is but vayne But we shall fyght stoutly through God by whom our foes are slayne The .lxj. Psalme OH God heare thy pore seruantes crye and hearcken to my prayer And let not my voyce and my crye in vayne trouble the ayer From the vtmost partes of the earth I shall crye vnto the In the distres of mynde when myn herte amased shal be Then shall I saye Oh Lorde set me vpon thy rocke so hye For thou arte my refuge strength agaynste myne enimie In thy tente wyll I dwell for aye that I maye dwell salfly Vnder the shadowe of thy wynges is my desyre to lye For thou O God hast heard my vowes pondered my desyres And such men as do feare thy name Lorde thou hast made thyne heyers To the kynge do thou geue long lyfe that hys yeres maye enduer Through many generations to thy wyll pleasure Let the kyng syt before the Lord for euer and a daye And let thy mercie and thy trueth preserue the same alwaye Then shall I neuer sease to synge vnto thy holy name That I maye performe all my vowes dayly vnto the same The .lxij. Psalme ONly on God my soule loketh hath to hym respect For in hym and in none other myne health taketh effect For he onelye is my sure grownde my salfgard and defence So that my fall can not be greate through fleshly violence How longe wil you studie disceyte agaynst all maner men Ye shal al perishe as the walle or hedge that is broken Lord these men woulde blot out my lyfe they play the lyars parte Wyth the mouth they do praye for me but cursse me wyth theyr herte Neuerthelesse O thou my soule do thou to God enclyne For frō him only doeth thy truste and thyne onely hope shyne For he only is my sure grounde my saluation I shall not fall he is my strength and my tuition Myne health lyeth in God alone my glorie and my myght And in the Lord my confidence only trust is pyght O put your trust in him alwaye ye people of the land Pour out your hertes before the Lord in whome our hope doeth stande As for men they are all but vayne and delyted to lye And are as lyght in a balance as is vayne vanitie Put no truste in mysse gotten goodes ne serue you vanitie And when you do flowe in richesse set not to much therby God hath spoken this one thyng twyse wherfore it is certayne And I myselfe haue heard him saye that in him strength doeth raygne He sayde also that in the Lord is goodnes and mercie And that he doeth reward eche man after as his worckes be The .lxiij. Psalme O God thou arte my myghtie God my salfe gard defence Wherfore I wyl seke the ech daye wyth carfull diligence My soule thyrsteth for the O Lord my fleshe hath a luste To taste of the in this drye lande where for water is duste Thus do I that I maye behold the in thy holy place That I maye se thy mightie power glorie of thy face For lyfe it selfe is not so swete as thy loueyng kyndnes Wherfore to shewe thy worthy prayse my lyppes shall neuer sease And so shall I duryng my lyfe alwaye magnifie the And in thy name lyfte vp myne handes as it becommeth me Then shall my soule be satisfied as wyth most swete fatnes ▪ And therfore shall my lyppes reioyce and my mouth shewe thy prayse O Lord when I lye in my bed I shall remembre the And whē I wake out of my slepe on the my thought shall be For thou only art he from whom all myne helpe doeth procede And in the shadowe of whose wynges my soule is delited O Lorde my soule cleaueth to the thy righthand is my staye Let thē that would destroye my soule
syncke downe to hell for aye Make them of force to fall vpon the edge of the sharpe swerde And of the rauenyng woulfes Lorde let thē be deuoured But the kynge shall reioyce in God eche man be praysed That swereth by his holy name and lyars mouthes stopped The .lxiiij. Psalme IN my complaynt Lorde heare my voyce hearken to my crie And preserue my lyfe frō the feare of the fierce enimie Lorde hyde me from the counsell of men that are vngodly And frō the vprores of such men as do worcke wyckedly For these men do sharpen theyr tonges euen as they were sharpe swordes And as wyth a bowe that is bent they shote forth bytter wordes That they may hurte men priuily whose lyfe is innocent And stryke and wounde them sodenly not feareynge to be shent They make themselfe stronge in mischiefe and studie snares to hyde And then they saye thus wyth themselues howe can these thynges be spyed They do imagyne wyckenes kepe it in couerte Eche man hydeth hys mischiefe in the bottō of hys herte But God shall stryke them sodenly euen wyth a sharpe arrowe Wherby they shall be sore wounded pearsed quite thorowe Yea theyr owne tonges shall make them fall and be as men forlorne Then shall as many asse them laugh and dryue them to scorne All men shall se this thynge I saye shall boldly confesse That goddes owne hande hath done this dede to punishe wyckednes But the iuste shall reioyse trust in God the Lord only And all that be of vpright hert shall ioye excedyngly The .lxv. Psalme O God thou only art worthy to haue prayse in Sion And that all the people do paye theyr vowes to the alone For thou hearest the prayers of thy people in theyr nede Wherfore all men resorte to the wyth full trust for to spede The reckenynge of our wyckednes was more then we coulde paye But thou Lorde for thy great mercy haste put our synnes awaye The man that is chosen of the is happy right sure That in thy courte and temple he shal dwell in greate pleasure O God oure health O the refuge of all coastes of the land And of them that do dwel far of in the seas sea sand O thou I saye that by thy power haste set the hyll so sure And art euer gyrded about wyth strenght that wyll endure O thou that doest quiete the seas and the rude peoples rage In thy iustice thou hast sharplye threatned thyne heritage So that all they that dwell far of shall feare when they shall se Thy tokens for thou makeste boeth euen morne to prayse the. Thou haste caused the earth to chappe for lacke of hir due rayne And haste wyth plentie of water shotte vp hir chappes agayne O God thy riuer is brymme full wherby thou doest prepare All maner grayne for man whych thou causest the earth to beare Thou doeste water hir forowes causeste hir cloddes to fall Thou supplest hir wyth water dropes and geuest encrease wyth all Thou doest crowne and set forth the yere of thy passyng goodnes And to poure downe dropes of plentie thy cloudes do neuer sease The pastures of the desert are fayre and full of plentie And the litle hylles are beset wyth all fertylytie The fieldes and valleys of the earth haue for theyr couerynge Such flockes of shipe and plottes of grayne that they reioyce and synge The .lxvj. Psalme ALl earthly men reioyce to God and prayse hys holy name Set forth hys praise I saye geue glorie vnto the same Saye vnto God Oh in thy worckes howe wonderfull art thou For the plētie of thy power doeth cause thyne enmies to bowe All they that dwell vpon the earth shall honour the O Lorde And shall all synge to the and to thy name wyth one accord Oh come hither and se the worckes of God and tell me then Howe farre his coūselles do excede the wytte of mortall men The sea he turned to drye lande and gaue passage therby Wherfore our fathers dyd reioyce in him excedyngly By his power he hath aye ruled the world and doeth beholde All contreys wyth his eie so that no rebelles dare be bolde O ye people preach ye our God and make his name be knowne By you let the voyce of his prayse throughout the earth be blowne For this is he that doeth preserue our soules euer on lyue And suffereth not our fete to slyp when we wyth Satan stryue O God though thou do proue trye vs as syluer is tryed And doeste leade vs into prison and make vs ther be tyed Though thou I saye doest suffer men ouer our heades to ryde And that most fiers and sharppe tormentes we do suffer and byde Yet doest thou bryng vs out agayne into a place of reste And doest not suffer thy seruaūtes for aye to be oppreste I wyl therfore into thy house Lorde God wyth sacrifice And wyll not leaue my vowes vnpayed to the in any wise For when I was in trouble Lorde then wyth my mouth I spake And in the doloures of myne herte all these vowes dyd I make Brunt offeringes that are ryght fat I wyll offer to the Of the swete smoke of rammes bullockes gotes the same shall be Come hither and geue eare alye in whom goddes feare doeth dwell For of the thynges that he hath done to my soule I shall tell Wyth my mouth I dyd crye to him call on him alone Wherin my tonge declared that lyke him ther is founde none If in myne hert I would haue had respect to wyckednes No doubt the Lord would not haue heard me in my great distres But nowe God hath geuen eare to me heard hys seruantes praier And hath graunted my whole request euen as I dyd desyre God is to be praysed therfore which neyther dyd put backe My prayer neither suffer me hys mercie for for to lacke The .lxvij. Psalme BE mercifull to vs O God blesse vs at thy wyll And lyghtē thy bright countenāce amonge thy seruauntes styll That through the earth thyne holy waye maye be certenly knowe And thyne health through out all contreys for all they are thyne owne Let the people prayse the O God let all people prayse the And let thē al reioyce because they be iudged by the. Let them reioyce in the I saye be mery and glad Because all nations of the earth by thy iustice are ladde Let the people prayse the O God let all people prayse the And let the earth bryng forth hir fruite as thy pleasure shall be Blesse vs O God I saye our god blesse vs in verite That all that dwell vpon the earth maye stand in awe of the. The .lxviij. Psalme THe vpriseyng of God putteth his enimies to flyght And causeth al them that hate him to flye out of his syght For as smoke vanisheth awaye and wax is molt wyth fyre So doeth the wycked perish from goddes syght in his great Ire As for the iuste
they do reioyce before God And are glad They are delyghted inwardly can neuer be sad Synge vnto God synge to his name make a perfect waye To him that rideth in hygh heauen whose name is Lorde for aye Reioyce before him for he is father to fatherlesse And in his holy house he doeth the wydowes cause redresse He is the God that maketh peace and breaketh prisoners band And causeth traytours for to dwell in an vnfruitfull land When he went out through wyldernes before his peoples face The earth shoke the heauens molt before him in his place God of his goodnes sent downe rayne vpon his heritaunce And fylled all the barrant plottes therof wyth aboundaunce That his people myght dwel therin thus dyd the Lorde prepare For his pore flocke and gaue his worde to such as for them care The kynges that had great armies fled they fled and toke the foyle And such men as sate styll at home haue diuided the spoyle What though no doues fether haue bene more vyle then they in syght Yet shall they be as preciouse nowe as gould that shyneth bryght When the almightie had scattred the kynges that ther dyd raygne Thē dyd it glistē lyke the snowe on zalmon that mountayne Goddes hil Sion is lyke Basan for wōderfull plentie An hyll it is that aboundeth wyth all fertilitie O ye great hylles ye myghtie kynges whye do ye hate this hyll Syth it pleaseth the Lorde and he wyll dwel therupon styll His horsmen are twentie thousand and his angelles many In whom he is as in Sinai in hys sanctuarie He is gone vp on hygh and hath wyth him men that where thrall He hath receyued gyftes for men yea for his foes and all Thus hath he done that he myght be the Lord praysed for aye For as the God of our health he geueth vs gyftes eche daye Our God I say and sauiour he is whilse we haue breath And by him alone we escape the sharppe passage of deathe Yet doeth he wound the heades of them that are his enimies And the crowne of the heade of them that from synne wyll not ryse Thus sayde the Lord I wyll restore my people home agayne From Basan and from the depe sea they shal not there remayne Therfore I saye O my people thou shalt not fayle to treade In thy foes bloud and thy dogges tonges shall be therwyth made redde The maner of the goynge of my God my Lord and kynge Is well sene in his holy place where he is abydyng The syngyng mē do go before then folowe the mynstrelles And laste of all the fayer maydens playinge vpon tymbrelles O ye that descend of the flocke of mightie Israell Prayse ye the Lorde in such order as ye haue hearde me tell Fyrst lyttle Beniamin ruleth and Iuda is your strength Then Sebulon and Neptali are captaynes good at length It is god that hath geuē you this strength you maye be sure O God confirme the same in vs that it may styll endure For the kynges do offer to the mo gyftes in sacrifice Then be made at Ierusalem after the temples guise Rebuke the myghtie men of armes that in armes can do well And the stronge men of euerie land that for lucre rebell Disparse them that delyght in warres let messengers come Out of Egypt and Ethiope and sue to thy kyngdome Synge to the Lord O ye kyngdomes of the earth and reioyse To him that rideth on the heauens stretcheth out his voyce Ascribe to hym all myght and power for his glorie doeth raygne Ouer Israell his powre aboue the cloudes certayne O God thou arte to be feared in thy sanctuarie For thou geuest powre to thy flocke and arte of prayse worthy The .lxix. Psalme HElpe me O God for I am lyke to perishe out of hand For I do syncke into the myer where is no place to stande Into depe waters I am fallen which do me ouer flowe I am werie wyth lowde criynge my throte wareth drye nowe Wyth ofte lokynge vp to my God myne eies begyne to fayle And they that hate me wythout cause are now lyke to preuayle For they are moe in numbre then the heyres are on myne head Wherby they cause me to paye that I neuer receiued What ignoraunce hath caused me to do Lord thou doeste see My synnes Lorde and my wyckednes are not vnknowne to the. O God of hostes let not them that to the wyth fayth repare Haue cause by that they see in me to fall into dispeare For in thy cause do I suffer all this rebuke and shame And am caste out from my kynred made straynge to the same The thought that I take for thy house is greate breakynge to me And I take all such wordes to herte as men speake agaynst the. If I dyd euer faste or wepe my bodye for to tame The same hathe ben caste in my teeth as a thynge worthy blame I lapte my bodie in sack cloth and ware it for a coate And then began they for to skoffe and ieste at me I wotte Yea they that sate in the towne gates the rulars and the kynges Iested at me and the drunckardes made thē songes of these thynges But I make my prayer to the O Lorde that I ne mysse Of helpe through thy goodnes and trueth when thy good pleasure is Pulle me out of the depe myer and from drownynge me kepe Deliuer me from enimies from the waters depe Leste the surges do ouerflowe and the syncke swalowe me And the depe pytte shutte vp his mouth whē I shall therin be O Lorde graunt my requeste to me euen for thy goodnes sake And as thy mercies are many oon me pitie take Hyde not thy face from thy seruant for I am nowe troubled Make haste O God shortly let my request be graunted O Lorde drawe nygh vnto my soule let it be salfe through the And because of myne enimies Lord God deliuer me Thou knowest what rebuke I do byde what shame and dishonour For all they that do trouble me are in thy syght ech houre Through the rebuke myne herte is broke and heauie is my mynde I loke for some to pitie me but no conforte I fynde They dyd geue me gall in my meate and when I was thyrsty They gaue me vinager to dryncke such was theyr crueltie Let theyr table be made a snare to take themselfes wyth all And where they trust to lyue in peace ther let them take a fall Darken the eies of theyr iudgment lest they should loke and see Make theyr loynes weake and breake theyr backes that thus haue done to me Poure out thy wrath on them let thyne hotte anger them quell Let theyr houses be made deserte and none therin to dwell For when thou hast striken a man they persecute hym styll And suche men as thou haste wounded they endeuour to kyll Let them encrease in wyckednes neuer se iustice Wype them out of the boke lyfe from emōge the rightwise
loded wyth syluer and wyth golde And in theyr kynreddes none was weake were he neuer soolde And all Egypt reioyced much when they gan to departe For the feare of the Lordes people had stryke them to the herte He spred abroade a cloude in steade of a veyle them to hyde Ryght so dyd he a flameynge fyre to shyne in the nyght tyde And when the people cried to him he gaue them quayles plentie And with breade that fell from heauē he dyd them satisfie And laste of al the greate rocke brake and waters gan flowe out Through places that were passynge drye lyke a riuerfull stoute For he retayned styll in myde hys promise moste holy Made to his seruaunt Abraham whoe worshipt-him trulye And he led forth his owne people with ioye and reioyceynge So dyd he his beloued men with most ioyful syngynge And to them he gaue the contreis of men that were Heathen That they myght possesse thynges that were by theyr laboure gotten To the ende that they myght obserue hys lawes and holde hys laye Wherfore I saye prayse ye the Lorde prayse ye the Lorde I saye The .cvi. Psalme COnfesse confesse vnto the Lorde for he is good I saye Confesse to hym for hys mercie continueth for aye Who can be able to declare the stronge worckes of the Lorde Or to speake of all hys prayses and the same to recorde Oh happie are they that do kepe iudgmēt and therin staye Right so are they happie that do worcke rightuousnes alwaye Lord for the loue thou bearest to thy flocke remembre me And visite me Lorde for the health that remayneth in the. That I may se thy chosen sorte lyue in felicitie And maye reioyce wyth thy people and with thy stocke glorie We haue synned as greatly as euer our fathers dyd We haue done vniustly and haue wrought thynges that are wycked Thy wonders in Egypt they dyd not weygh and scanne wysly Ne kept thy greateste benifites in perfect memorie And when they came vnto the sea there were they vnruly At the red sea I saye they were rebelles stoute and sturdie Yet dyd the Lorde preserue them all for his names sake only That hys strength and hys myghtie powre myght be more knowne therby And he rebuked the red sea and forthwyth it was drye And then he led them through the depe as through desert saflye And he saued them pullynge them out of theyr enmyes powre And eke from theyr enimies handes he dyd them deliuer But the waters ouerwhelmed theyr enmies in such sorte That none of them was lefte on lyue to make therof report Then gaue they credite to his wordes gan his prayse to synge But streyght waye they forgate his worckes myndynge his lawes nothynge They burned wyth concupiscence in the desert doubtlesse So they tempted and proued God in the rude wyldernes And he gaue the thynge that they dyd so ernestly desyre But wythall he gaue them a plage for theyr rewarde and hyre More ouer in theyr tentes they dyd Moses enuie and hate And so dyd they Aaron that was to the Lord consecrate Wherfore the earth dyd open hir dyd Dathan swalowe And all Abirase companye it dyd ouerwallowe The fyre also burned full hotte in these mens companie The flameynge fyre that burned vp men that were vngodly More ouer they made them a calfe at Oreb that montayne And gaue honour to an Image that fyre had molt certayne So chaunged they the maiestie of theyr God most myghtie For an Image of oxe or cowe that eateth grasse dayly And they forgate God vtterly that had them salfly kept And that had wrought so noble thynges in the land of Egypt They forgate him I saye that had at C ham greate wonders wrought And fearefull thynges at the red sea through which he had them brought He had decreed to destroye them tyll Moses his chosen Had made request in theyr behalfe and his anger broken They dyd also forsake the land that they had desyred Geueyng no credite to the worde of him that promised And in theyr tentes they murmured and dyd in herte repyne Neither were they obedient vnto goddes worde diuine Then sware he to them that he would destroye them in deserte And theyr seede emonge the heathen and scatter them aparte Then dyd they ioyne them selues vnto Ball Peor as theyr heade And then they eate of thynges offred vnto goddes that were deade And by theyr owne studies and wayes they dyd kendle Goddes Ire That most cruel destruction myght be theyr worthy hyre As when good Phine has stode vp and thought good to destroye The shamlesse worckar of his wil that plage myght cease therby Which thynge was imputed to him for iustice right and true And in lyke maner shall it be whylse tyme shall continue At the water of stryfe also theyr Lorde they prouoked And for theyr sakes good Moses was at Goddes hande punished For they had so vexed his mynde and eke his pacience That he spake some thynge wyth his mouth that lacked reuerence More ouer they spared such men as the Lorde bade them stroye They occupied wyth the Heathen and learned theyr worckes therby So that they worshypt theyr Idoles which were to them a snare For to deuelles they kylled theyr sonnes and daugthers wythout care The gyltlesse bloude of theyr childrē they shed in sacrifice To the Chananites Images in most vngodly wise And in theyr dedes they were vncleane wycked was theyr waye And in theyr owne inuentions they wandered astraye And the Lorde was excedynge wrath wyth his people therfore And hated his enheritaunce that had synned so sore In so much that he gaue them vp into the heathens handes And would theyr enimies shoulde rule boeth them and eke theyr landes Yea theyr enimies vexed them and dyd them sore agreue And caused them magre theyr heade vnder theyr powre to lyue Sometyme he set them free but they by theyr wayes that were vayne Prouoked him and theyr mysse lyfe made them styll pore agayne Yet when he sawe theyr miseries and hearde theyr dolefull crye Myndfull of his promes to them he shewed his greate mercie He pitied them I saye after his plentie of mercies And made them fynde fauour in the syght of theyr enimies Kepe vs O Lord that arte our God and gather thyne elect From emonge the heathen that do not loue the nor thy secte Kepe vs I saye that we maye styll thyne holy name confesse And celebrate the wyth prayses after thy worthines The Lord God of Israel is to be praysed foraye Let all the people saye Amen prayse ye the Lord I saye The .cvij. Psalme COnfesse cōfesse vnto the Lord for he is good I saye Confesse to him for his mercie continueth for aye Let such as the lord hath made fre saye nowe vnfaynedly That he hath set them fre from the powre of the enimie And that he hath gathered them out of all regions From east from west from the north and the south nations And whē they
in the next generation Let the Lorde call to memorie his fathers wyckednes And not forgette his mothers synne his plages for to encrease And let them be styll in the syght of the Lorde God most hye That out of all the earth he maye blotte these mens memorie For this man coulde shewe no mercie but persecuted styll The pore abiecte of dolfull herte hym to murther and kyll And curssynge he loued which dyd chaūce vnto him in dede But blessynge he forsoke which is far from him seuered He put on curssynge as a cote which into him is gone As water goeth into the flesh and oyle into the bone Let it be his garment therfore for euer for aye And eke the gyrdle wherwyth he maye gyrd him selfe eche daye These thynges hath the Lord prepared for myne aduersaries And for suche as speake yl agaynste my soule in any wise But thou O my Lord God be styll wyth me redie and preste And for thy name deliuer me for thy mercie is beste As for me I am vyle and pore and myne herte is wounded I vanishe as a shadowe and am sharply tormented My knees do faynte for lacke of foode my fleshe is abated And nowe my bodies habite and beautie is altered I am to them a raylynge stocke they shake theyr heades at me Helpe me O Lord my God and saue me for thy greate mercie And let them vnderstande knowe that this greate powre is thyne And that thou beynge the Lord doeste these thynges by powre diuine As for them let them cursse and ban but do thou blesse agayne Let them rebell and be shamed but make thy seruante fayne Let myne aduersaries put on ignominie and shame Let them weare reproch as a clocke and decke them wyth the same I wyll confesse vnto the Lorde wyth my mouth plentuousely I wyll praye and magnifie him in a great companie For he stode at the pores ryght hand to saue his soule from them That boasted them to haue the power him to saue and condemne The .cx. Psalme THus sayde the Lorde vnto my Lorde at my ryght hāde syt thou Tyll I make all thyne enimies vnder thy fote to bowe The rodde of thy powre the Lord shal send forth out of Sion Ouer thy foes thou shalt therfore haue the dominion Thou haste a people moste redie when thou shalt gyn to raygne And thy byrth is right noble and eke ryght holy certayne The Lorde hath sworne that thou shalt be a prieste euerlastynge As was Melchisedech he repenteth him nothynge The Lorde standeth at thy ryght hande as a defence myghtie Whoe beate downe myghtie kynges in the daye when he was angrie Messias the redemar shall iudge in most vpright wise The heathen then al shal be fylled wyth deade bodies He shall I saye iudge the heathen when he shall the heades breake In many regions and shall his wrath vpon them wreake He shall dryncke of the swyfte riuer that renneth in the waye And for that cause he shall lyfte vp his heade on high I saye The .cxj. Psalme WYth herte and mynde I wyll confesse vnto the Lorde of myght In the counsell and companie of men that are vpryght For the worckes of the Lorde are greate and wonderfull in syght Which are sought of as manye as do in the same delyght His worckes are glorie and honoure he is praysed therby And his iustice doeth styl remayne and byde eternally His miracles and wonders he hath lefte in memorie He is a Lorde so bountuouse and full of all mercie To such as feared him he gaue meate prepared by praye And hath in mynde his couenaunte and his promesse for aye The powre of his owne worckes he dyd to his people aduaunce In that he gaue them the heathen for theyr enheritaunce And the worckes of his handes are trueth and eke iudgment vpright And all his constitutions are firme surely pyght Yea they are establyshed that they maye continue aye ▪ In trueth and eke in ryght iudgment they are all done I saye He sent such men to his people as should them deliuer And bade them that his couenaunt shoulde be kept foreuer The Lord I saye hath geuē this charge vnto his owne people Whose name no doubt is most holy and eke most terrible Goddes feare is the rote of wisedome and such as therin staye Do attayne to holesome knowledge and are praysed for aye The .cxij. Psalme THe man is blessed that doeth feare the Lorde and doeth delyght In hys holy commaundementes to walke therin vpright For his sede shall be founde myghtie in the earth euerie where ▪ And the nation of the good shall luckyly prospere Greate plentie of goodes and riches shall in his house remayne And his iustice shall continue for euer more certayne Lyght doeth arise vnto good men when they syt in darcknes ▪ To the bountuouse mercifull that folowe ryghtuousenes The good man heapeth benifites and lendeth plentuousely And doeth all hys owne busines excedynge equally For he shall neuer be moued tyll tyme of tymes be paste And for euer hys rightuousnes hys iustice shall laste And when he heareth heauy newes feare shall hym nothynge prycke Because his herte is stablished and doeth to the Lorde stycke His herte I saye is stablished so that he can not feare Tyll vpon all hys enimies hys wyshes do appeare He geueth to the pore ech where his iustice shall byde aye His powre shal be set vp on hyghe with great glorie I saye That seynge thys the wycked may be wrath and gnashe his teethe And eke consume hym selfe and get nought that he desyrethe The .cxiij. Psalme O Ye that do honour the Lord prayse ye his name I saye For hys name is to be preached nowe and hense forth for aye From the vpriseynge of the sunne to the place of hys falle The holy name of the Lorde is of prayse worthyest of all For the Lorde is hygher then are all nations truly ▪ And so is he higher then the heauen that is so hye Who is lyke vnto our Lorde God that ruleth thynges on hye And yet loketh on thynges in heauen and that on the earth dolye Helyfteth vp the weake out of the duste to stand vpright And eke the pore out of the dounge he bryngeth by hys myght And that to the entent he myght hym emonge princes place Emonge princes of his people I saye to geue hym grace He maketh the wyfe of the housse that was barren before A ioyfull mother of chyldren prayse ye the Lorde therfore The .cxiiij. Psalme WHen Israell shoulde go forth of Egypt from seruitude And Iacobs house from a people boeth Barbarouse and rude Then was Iuda certēly made the lordes sanctuarie And in lyke maner Israell was made hys Imperie The whych thynge when the sea had sene it fled backward certayne And the great riuer Iordayne was returned backe agayne As for the mountaynes ceased not lyke wanton rammes to skyppe And the little hylles gan to playe as do the lambes
of shype O thou sea what is the bytyd that thou goest backe agayne And thou Iordayne what thynge is it that doeth thy course restrayne And ye mountaynes what causeth you lyke wanton rammes to shyp And you little hylles for to playe as do the lambes of shype And thou earth se thou quake also in the lordes feare alwaye Se that thou tremble in the feare of Iacobs God I saye For he maketh a standynge pole of the rocke that was drye And of the flynt a spryngynge well rennyng out plentuousely The .cxv. Psalme FOr thy mercie Lord and thy trueth vouchsafe to amplifie The glorie of thy blessed name not our vayne glorie For whye should the Heathen saye thus wyth a disdaynefull mynde I praye you where or in what place should we these mens God fynde Whye should they speake such wordes I saye wyth thoughtes excedyng isle Syth our God is in heauen and doeth all thynges that he wyll But these mens Images are made of gould and syluer vayne And are the vayne worckes of mans hande fruites of an idle brayne For they haue a mouth and speake not eies that do not se So haue they eares and do not heare such worthy thynges they be They haue a nose and do not smelle and handes that do not fele So haue they fete do not walke neyther once moue theyr hele And wyth theyr throte they do brynge forth no maner voyce at all And for helpe in theyr daynger they can neither crye nor calle Lyke vnto whome such shall be made as do make them certayne And so shall all that put theyr truste in thynges that are so vayne O Israell trust in the Lorde O faythfull men I saye Truste in the Lorde that is your helpe and your bucklar for aye O ye that be of Aharons house and the hygh priestes kynne Truste in the Lord that is your helpe and targate to truste in All ye that feare the Lorde I saye haue in him confidence For he it is that is your helpe and targate of defence The Lorde that maketh the houshold of Israell happy And eke the houshold of Aharon hath vs in memorie And he maketh all that feare him happie and fortunate Aswell such as are verie smalle as the myghtie and greate He shall also heape vnto you good turne vpon good turne Not only vnto you I saye but eke to your chyldren And you he hath alredie made happy fortunate Euen he I saye that dyd the heauen eke the earth create And the heauen is reserued for the Lord God alone But the earth he hath geuen to men for thē to dwell vpon As for the dead they prayse not God they do no mercie craue No more doeth any emonge them that go downe to the graue But we shall preach and set forth God frō henseforth euer more We shal declare his myghtie worckes prayse ye the Lorde therfore The .cxvj. Psalme I Loue the Lord because he heard myne humble voyce and crie And because he gaue eare I wyll calle on him tyll I dye The cordes of death had gyrded me eke the straytes of hell Had caught me and I was fallen into daynger cruell But I called on the Lordes name thus I sayde in dede Lorde for thy mercie delyuer thy seruantes soule at nede The Lorde is full of benifites and eke of iustice all And our God is right mercifull when we do on him call The Lorde that vseth to defende the sylley simple sorte Preserued me when I was weake and was all my conforte My soule returne into the place of thy quiete and reste For the Lorde hath done good to the. euen as thou desyreste Thou hast plucked my soule from death Lorde and his cruell stynge So haste thou done myne eyes from teares and my fete from slydynge Wherfore I wyll lyue holyly before the Lorde I saye In the contreys and regions of men that lyue for aye My fayth and promise vnto God I helde most constantly ▪ Euen when I was forced to saye I am decayed greatly Yea when I sayd in my swyfte chase and when I fled in haste All men are false ther is none true or that of trueth doeth taste What worthy thanckes therfore shall I geue to the Lorde saye ye For all the benifites that he hath shewed vnto me The cup wherwyth men vse to geue thanckes for health receyued The same wyll I take call on the Lordes name so blessed And nowe before all his people to the Lord wyll I paye All vowes that I haue made to him or else shall make for aye For wyth the Lorde the death of suche as serue hym loueyngely Is of such price that none of them shal suffer death vaynely Ah Lorde I am thy pore seruant thy pore seruant am I And the sonne of thyne handmayden whoe dydeste my bondes vntie To the therfore I wyll confesse and that wyth sacrifice And wyll call vpon the Lordes name in my most faythfull wise Nowe before all the Lordes people all my vowes wyll I paye In his courtes at Ierusalem prayse ye the Lorde I saye The .cxvij. Psalme ALl nations prayse ye the Lorde prayse and extolle his name All people of the worlde preach him let your lyfe do the same For his mercie towardes vs I saye doeth excell euer more And his trueth abydeth for aye praise ye the Lorde therfore The .cxviij. Psalme COnfesse confesse vnto the Lorde for he is good I saye Confesse to hym for hys mercie continueth for aye Nowe let Israell saye that his mercie dureth for aye And let Aharōs house saye that his goodnes doeth not decay Yea let all them that feare the Lorde euē nowe stand forth and saye That his moste mercifull goodnes cōtinueth for aye When I was in affliction on God then called I And he graunted all my requeste and that aboundauntly Wherfore the Lorde takynge my parte I wyll not stand in feare Of any thyng that mans wytte can inuent to do me deare For when the Lorde is one of them that cometh to helpe me Then shall I se all my desyre vpon myne enimie For it is better to trust in the Lorde then in man vayne So is it to truste in the Lorde then in princes certayne If all nations dyd hedge me in compasse rownde about Yet do I trust by the Lordes name to cutte me a waye out If they should compasse me aboute I say and hedge me in I do not doubt by the Lordes name awaye out for to wynne And though they compasse me about lyke bees when they do swarme Yet shall they faynt lyke fyre in thornes and do me little harme And I truste that through the Lordes name wheron I do styll call I shall cutte a waye out and set myselfe fre from them all Oh thou that waste myne enimie thou madest me fall certayne But yet the Lorde hath holpen me and set me vp agayne For God it is that is my strength my salfgard and my wealthe So is
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Psalme VPon the riuers sides we sytte and wepe moste bytterly ▪ In Babylon when Sion doeth come to our memorie And vpon the grene wyllowe tres that growe in Babilon We haue hanged vp our swete harpes and instrumentes echone For there they that made heapes of vs required vs to synge And to make myrth sayinge let vs heare of Sion somethynge But howe shoulde we synge the Lordes hymnes wyth myrth and melodie In a straynge lande where we are kept in such captiuitie But Oh Ierusalem if I forget the in myne herte I praye God that my righthand maye forget all musyckes arte And that to the roufe of my mouth my tonge maye be set faste If I be not myndfull of the in tyme of my repaste Remembre Lorde howe Edomes sonnes haue them selues behaued At such tyme as Ierusalem was wasted and spoyled Make it euacuate sayed they remoue euerie stone Tyll ye come to the verie base firste foundation Oh thou daughter of Babylon that art nowe wasted thus The man is bleste that maye requite thynges that thou dydst to vs. The man is bleste that maye laye hande vpon thy little ones And dashe them hard agaynste the rocke agaynste the hard stones The .cxxxviij. Psalme I Wyll confesse to the O Lord wyth herte vnfaynedly And wyll synge vnto the before the iudges openly In thyne holy temple I wyll honour and eke confesse Thyne holy name for thy truethes sake and eke for thy goodnes For thou haste made thyne holye worde more excellent in dede Then all the thynges that euer haue ben of the declared In the daye when I called the thou grauntedst vnto me And by that meane thou dyddest make my mynde stronger in the. Wherfore all the kynges of the earth Lord to the shall confesse Because they haue hearde thyne owne wordes and thy faythfull wyttenes And they shall synge of and describe the Lordes wayes and his wyll Because hys maiestie is greate in all hys doynges styll For the Lorde of hymselfe is hye and seeth thynges that be lowe And such thynges as be haute and hye he doeth afarre of knowe When I shall be amydde daynger then shalt thou refreshe me And dashe my foes vpon the nose and set thy seruaunt free The thynge that the Lord hath begone in me he wyll no doubt Fully finish and make perfect and brynge it well about O Lorde thy bountifull goodnes is eternall in dede Neither doeth thy worke passe thyne hande tyll it be finisshed The .cxxxix. Psalme LOrde thou hast searched knowen me thou doest knowe when I syt And when I ryse longe ago thou knoweste my thought eche whitte My goynge and my syttyng downe thou hast throughly tryed ▪ And all my wayes thou haste foreseene and them thoroughly searched For on my tonge ther is no word but thou haste knowne it well I neuer spake one worde good Lord wherof thou couldst not tell Before and eke behynde thou haste made me in fassion And to me thou haste put thy hande in my creation Wonderfull science thou dydste shewe when thou dydeste me frame Which was more hyghe then that I coulde euer attayne the same Whyther shall I go from thy spirite or from thy presence flee For if I clyme vp into heauē thou arte there before me And if I make my bed in hell or go downe to the graue Thou art present ther seeste all the corners of the caue If I should take flyght toward the easte and dwell be you de all seas thy power shall reach and rule me there as it shall the beste please And if I shalsaye with my selfe the dearcknes shall me hyde The nyght it selfe is a bryght lyght about me on eche syde Dearcknes doeth hyde nothynge from the for nyght lyke daye doeth shyne And the dearckenes and eke the lyght are boeth one in thyne eien And thou haste my reines in thyne hande and thy possession And in my mothers wombe thou haste made me in facion I wil cōfesse to the because I am wrought wondrousely And because thy worckes doe excell whiche my soule knoweth chiefly My styffnes and my bones good Lorde were not vnknowne to the When I was formed in the place where is no lyght to se And when I was framed and wrought euen in the longhest parte Of all the earth euen as it had ben by the Phrigians arte Thyne eies sawe me beynge but seed conceyued wythout shape And to be written in thy boke none of my partes dyd scape Thys was done many daies before my membres were formed And not one of all those dayes was from thy fore knowledge hyd But Oh Lorde God howe fewe of thy thoughtes do I vnderstande And yet growe they not to greate summes many a thousande Whych if I would rehearse by tale many mo would they be ▪ Then the sande when I awake I do styll thyncke on the. But if thou kyll the wycked man Lorde God for his deserte Then let the man that doth sheade bloude from thy seruant departe For they beynge thyne enimies do speake moste hardily And do rashly vsurpe thy name committyng blasphemie Oh Lorde should I not hate thy foes and cruell enimies And vexe my felfe when they resyste the and agaynste the rise Yea wyth most deadly hate I wyll persecute them I saye And wyll take them as enimies and deadly foes for aye Search me O God knowe myne herte let nought be therin hyd Do thou proue me knowe my thoughtes whether they be wycked And loke if any thynge be ille that I do Imagyn And leade me forth into the waye that all men must go in The .cxl. Psalme LOrde set me free from the man that to wyckednes is bent And preserue thy seruant from the man that is violent And from such men as Imagyne all myschiefe in theyr herte And do dayly renne togither in wars to play theyr parte And from all such as whett theyr tonges as doeth the serpent fell And haue lyke poyson in theyr lyppes as the adder cruell Lord kepe me out of the power of him that is vngodly And saue me from the violēt for these would me destroye For the proude men haue secretlye layed snares and cordes for me So haue they stretched out they re nettes snares where my wayes be And thus haue I sayde to the Lorde thou arte my God I saye O Lord receyue thou wyth thyne eares my voyce when I do pray O Lorde Lorde thou arte al the strength that muste be my succoure Thou doest defende myne heade frō strypes when I muste take armoure Lord make thou not the wycked man his desyres to optayne Ne prospere thou his diligence in victorie to reigne Let the mischiefe that wyth theyr lyppes they haue builded as well Lyght on the reste as on the heade of them that do me quell Let burnynge coles be caste on them let them lacke for no payne Let God sone caste them downe wyth fyre leste they should ryse agayne Oh
do glorie And thy name do we celebrate O God eternallye But thou hast caste vs of and hast brought vs to open shame Thou goest not forth wyth our armies nor doest prospere the same Thou turnest vs to flyght before our enimies I saye And they that hate vs moste deadly do carie home the praye Thou haste appoynted vs as shepe chosen to be kylled And emonge Heathen nations thou haste vs scattered Thou hast solde thy people for nought this do we se full well Thou doest not reyse the price of theÌ„ settyng them out to sell To be reuiled of oure neyghbours thou doest set vs out And makest vs a mockynge stocke to them that dwell about Thou makest vs a matter for the heathen to talke of And a worthy matter wherat all nations maye scoffe Myne ignominie reproch is dayly in my syght And shame hath couered my face to thyncke on theyr despyght I blushe I saye to heare the talke of them that rayle at me And for my foes and such as would so fayne reuenged be All these thynges do happen to vs yet we forget the not Neyther be we founde vnfaythfull in thy comnaunt I wot Our herte returneth not backe warde we fauour thy wayes styll Neither do our steppes swarue a syde from thy pathes and thy wyll When thou dydste waste vs in the place where the greate dragons were And couer vs wyth the shadowe of death whych man doeth feare If we had then forgote the name of our God and our kynge Declareynge our hertes to a straynge God of mans inuentynge Thyncke ye God woulde not haue required it incontinent For he knoweth the secretes of the hert and the intent But for thy sake we are kylled dayly this is certayne And are estemed as a flocke appoynted to be slayne Awake whye doest thou sheepe O Lorde awake O Lorde I saye Do not caste of thy pore seruantes forsake them for aye Whye doeste thou hyde thy face from vs and thy bryght countenaunce Forgettynge our affliction and oure deadly greauaunce For our lyfe is made very base no better then the duste Our bealy cleaneth to the grownde to lyue we haue no luste Arise helpe vs O Lord I saye in this our great distresse Redeme vs for thy greate mercie and for thy greate goodnes The xlv Psalme SOme goodnes doeth myne herte belche out my meanynge is godly My worckes and dedes vnto the kynge playnly declare wyll I. My tonge is lyke the penne of one that wryteth most swyftely And in my talke I speake my wordes verie expeditely But emonge mortall men thou arte most eloquent of all Thou haste a grace in wordes for God gaue the gyftes eternall O thou myghtie man gyrde thy sword vpoÌ„ thy thygh I saye Thy glorie and magnificence put on and the araye And in thyne owne magnificeÌ„ce ryde thou prosperousely Vpon the worde of trueth mekenes that dealeth truly And thy right hande and myghtie powre shall the enstructe and teache To do thynges that are wonderfull and beyonde all mens reache Thy shaftes excedynge sharpe shal pearse the herte of such as be The kinges enmies and much people shal be subiect to the. Thy princely seate shall stande for aye O God stronge and myghtie The scepter of thy kyngdome is the mase of equitie Thou loueste ryght and hateste wronge because God annoynted The wyth the oyle of gladnes more theÌ„ other elected All thy garmentes do sauour of Mirre Aloies and gynger Brought out of house of Iuory to make the myrâ—er Emonge thy noble women are kynges daughters most demure And thy wyfe is at thy ryght hande decked in gould moste pure Geue eare daughter and marcke me wel bowe downe thyne eare I saye Thou doste forget thy people thy fathers house for aye For the kyng doeth verie greatly lust after thy beautie And for because he is thy Lord honoure thou hym onely The daughter of Tirus also shall wyth gyftes sue to the And in lyke maner shall they that of the richest sorte be All the kynges daughters glorie is within forth conteyned Hir garmeÌ„tes are of most pure gould ryght conyngly weaued In robes embrothered she shal be brought vnto the kynge Hir handmaydes and companions men shal vnto the brynge They shall be brought to the I saye wyth ioye and reioyceynge And after that they shall come to the palaice of the kynge And in the stede of thy fathers chyldren shall the succede By whome thou shalt appoynt the whole earth to be gouerned I wyll be myndefull of thy name for euer more I saye And therfore shall the nations celebrate the for aye The .xlvi. Psalme GOd is our refuge and our streÌ„gth in all our miserie And a moste present succour in our great aduersitie Wherfore we wyll not feare thoughe the earth moue out of hir place And though the hylles emydde the sea do threate to falle apase Yea though the waues therof shoulde rage and forowe vp the slyme And make the greate hylles tremble when they do agaynst them clyme Yet shal the streames of the ryuer styll refreshe goddes Citie And the holye place of the tentes of the Lord God moste hye God is in the myddle therof wherfore it shall not fall He shall helpe it before it do take any harme at all Let the heatheÌ„ styr vp tumultes kyngdomes make styrrynges And let the earth breake in sunder wyth passynge greate criynges Yet doth the Lorde of hostes styll stande faste by vs at oure nede Iacobs God is our stronge tower and oure defence in dede Come hyther and veholde the worckes of the Lorde wyth your eyne What wonders he hath wrought on earth thorowe his powre diuine To the vtmost partes of the earth all warres he appeaseth He breaketh bowes he shreddeth speares charettes he burneth Send backe and acknowledge that I am the Lorde God alone Moste hygh emonge the nations on earth lyke me is none The Lord of hostes is on our syde he doeth styll take our parte Iacobs God is our high castell he wyll not from vs starte The .xlvij. Psalme YE people all clappe wyth your handes declare your herte therby Syng vnto God wyth merie voyce reioyce most hertily For the Lorde is moste hygh I saye eke to be feared A ryght greate kynge he is by whome al the earth is ruled He subdueth whole contreys of people vs to obeye So doeth he ryght greate nations vnder our fete I saye He hath chosen and pyked out for vs oure heritage The worthynes of Iacob whome he loued in yonge age God ascendeth wyth freshe syngynge and wyth greate melodie Wyth the blaste and sowne of trumpettes the Lorde goeth vp on hye Synge vnto God synge vnto hym synge ye vnto our kynge Synge to our God and kyng I saye alwaye wythout ceaseynge For God is kynge of all the earth and ruleth in the same Synge vnto him synge conynglye vnto his holy name God reygneth ouer nations and the Heathen alone God sytteth on hys
As for me syth I am afflict and sorowfull of mynd His salfgard in thyne health O God let thy pore seruant fynd Then shall I prayse goddes holy name wyth most ioyfull syngynge and shall magnifie the same with most hertie thanckes geuynge This thynge is more accepted wyth the Lorde and doeth hym moue Much more then to offer a calfe that hath boeth horne and houe O ye that lyue in miserie se thys thynge and be glad For ye that seke God ernestly shal not in hert be sad For the Lorde heareth the nedie in most mercifull wyse Hys bondmen and hys prisoners he doeth neuer despise The heauens the earth and eke the seas and all that therin crepe Shall prayse the Lord in his doynges and of his wordes take kepe For the Lord shall preserue Sion Iudes cities restore That men may dwell ther and possesse that land for euer more The neuiews of his seruauntes shall enherite it I saye And all that loue his holy name shall dwell therin for aye The .lxx. Psalme O God make haste to deliuer thy seruant at hys nede And let me haue thyne helpe good Lorde wyth al haste quicke spede Let them suffer shame and rebuke that beare my soule such spyght And let them be put backe wyth shame that in myne hurtes delyght Let them be dryuen backe I saye because they seke my shame And do behold my myseries and reioyse in the same But let thē reioyse be glad that ernestly seke the And let them that loue thyne health saye let goddes prayse in vs be Make haste to me O God for I am pore in myserie Myne helpar and my pledge thou arte O Lorde do not tarie The .lxxj. Psalme IN the O Lorde haue I trusted thought my selfe certayne Wherfore let me neuer haue cause to saye this truste was vayne But for thy iustice sake rydde me and do me deliuer Bowe downe thyne eare to me O Lord and be my defender Be thou my fort whyther to flye I may alwayes be bolde Thou intendest to saue me Lord for thou art my stronge holde Pulle me out of the power of them that are wyckedly bent And out of the grypynge of the peruers and violent For thou arte he on whom only I do trust and depend Lorde God my truste hath euer bene that thou shouldest me defend Sence the tyme that thou drewest me out of my mothers wome I haue trusted on the frō whom al my glorie doeth come Many take me for a monster but thou arte my defence And my mouth shall not lacke thy praise nor thy magnificence In the tyme of myne olde age when my weake membres shall shake then caste me not out of thy syght ne do thou me forsake For they that be myne enimies haue had much talke of me And they that laye wayte for my soule often in counsell be Persecute and laye handes on him saye they you shall him take Ther shall no man delyuer him for God doeth him forsake O God my God be not far of from me when I shall nede And for to helpe thy pore seruant Lord God make thou good spede Let them perishe wyth shame inough that do my lyfe enuie And let them be hyd wyth rebuke that do myne hurt studie As for me I shall paciently abyd thy good pleasure And shall encrease thy prayses styll wyle my lyfe shall enduer Thy iustice and thy saueyng healthe my mouth shall dayly shewe The ende wherof or iuste numbre neuer yet could I knowe I wyll therfore begyne to speake only of thy greate might And only thy iustice shall be present wyth me in syght From my youth to this present tyme thou haste me enstructed Wherfore thy wonderfull worckes shall by me be declared Forsake me not tyll I be olde and haue preached thy power To them that be and thy strength to them that shall come after O God that haste wrought so greate thynges who can be lyke to the I shall extoll thy iustice Lorde as it becommeth me Many and greate are the troubles that through the on me fell But thou shalt restore me to lyfe brynge me out of hell Thou shalt augment myne honour and encrease my dignitie And after all my troubles I shal haue cōfort of the. Wherfore my God vpon my lute I wyll synge and prayse the And all my songes vpon myne harpe shall prayse thy veritie O holy one of Israel when I shall to the synge My lyppes and soule that thou hast bought shall flowe wyth reioyseynge Yea and my tonge shall daylye speake Lord of thy rightuousnes When rebuke and shame shall lyght on thē that do me oppresse The .lxxij. Psalme O God geue to the kynge knowledge to iudge matters aright And in the hert of the kynges sonne let thy iustice be pyght That he may gouerne the people accordynge to iustice And defend the cause of the pore in iudgmēt and assice Let the mountaynes myghtie kynges geue all theyr people peace And let the lyttle hylles be iuste to all men more and lesse Let them reuenge the oppressed kepe the pore from wronge And punishe the wronge doars that are for the pore to stronge Let them feare the so longe as the sunne and the mone shall shyne And let thy feare alwayes abyde before the rulars eiene Let the kynge be to the people lyke rayne to a medowe And as the dropes of rayne are to the earth that men do plowe Let the iust florish in his tyme much peace be therin found Tyl such tyme as the mone shal cease to kepe hir compasse rownde Let him beare rule from sea to sea and frō the watersyd Euen to the vttermost lymettes of all the earth so wyde Let them that dwell in wyldernes fall downe before his face And let his foes and enimies lycke the duste of the place Let the kynges that rule the Ilandes that are in the mydse as And kynges of Arabie and Saba brynge him gyftes of prease Let all kynges all nations him honour and obeie For he shall heare the pore mans crie when all helpe is awaye He shall be mercifull to them that be pore and nedie And shall preserue the lyues of thē that lyue in pouertie From disceyte and from iniurie he shall theyr lyues redeme And in hys syght theyr bloud he shall as preciouse esteme The pore shall lyue and shall geue goulde of Saba to the kynge They shall alwaye praye for hym and dayly geue hym blessynge The hygh mountaynes of hys lande shall beare corne in such plentie That they shall loke lyke Libanus to men in the citie His name shall continue for aye and in it shall reioyce All nations the Heathen shall prayse hym wyth one voyce Let the Lorde our God be blessed the God of Israell For he alone worcketh wonders in heauen earth and in hell Blessed be the holy name of hys glorie for aie Let his maiestie fyll the earth amen amen I saye The .lxxiij. Psalme HOwe good
is God to such as be of hert perfect and pure Yet were my fete lyke for to slyp my steppes were nothyng sure And why Because I fondly fall in enuie and disdayne To se that foles and wicked men haue peace and byde no payne They are in no daynger of deathe nor lykely for to dye But do remayne excedyng strong and excedynge myghtie They are free frō aduersitie when other men be shent And wyth the reste they take no parte of plage or punishment Wherby they be full gloriously in pride so high extold And are in wronge and violence wrapped so many fold Theyr eies are solne for verie fat they are so fallen awaye The vayne thoughtes of theyr wycked hert they practise night and daye By theyr wycked exemple are other men corrupted And the most myghti and high God by them is blasphemed For they stretch out theyr mouth to heauē and do agaynst it crie But on the earth theyr wycked tonge walketh most pleasantly The flocke therfore of flaterars do furnish vp theyr trayne For there they be full sure to sucke some profite and some gayne Tush tush say they vnto them selues is ther a God aboue That doth knowe and suffer this yll wyll vs not reproue Looe ye maye se howe wycked men in richesse styll encrease Rewarded well wyth worldly goode lyue in rest and peace Than whye do I from wyckednes my fantasie refrayne And wash myne handes wyth innocentes clense myne hert in vayne And whye am I scourged ech daye as subiect to all blame Or why should I euerie morne sustayne rebuke and shame Than had I almost sayed as they mislykyng myne estate But that I should thy chyldren iudge as folke infortunate I me bethought therfore howe I myght thys thynge vnderstand But yet the laboure was to great for me to take in hand Vntyll the tyme I went into thyne holye place and then I vnderstode right perfectly the ende of all these men And namely howe thou settest them vpon a slyppry place And at thy pleasure and thy wyll thou doest them all deface Than Lorde howe sone do they consume and fearfully decaye Euen as a dreame when one waketh their Image goeth awaye Thus greued was myne hert full sore my mynde was much appreste So fonde was I and ignorant and in thy syght a beaste Yet am I styll by the and thou holdeste my right hand faste And wyth thy counsell doest guid me to glorie at the laste Bysyde thy selfe what thynge haue I in all the heauens aboue To delyte in syth in the earth I do the only loue My flesh and eke myne herte fayle me so doeth my God neuer For of myne hert God is the strength and my parte for euer And loe all such as the forsake shal perishe euerichone And they that trust in any thynge saueynge in the alone But it is good for me O God to holde me faste by the And to put my full trust in the and tell what thy worckes be The .lxxiiij. Psalme O God why art thou styl absente from vs what displeasure Hath made thy wrath so hotte against the shep of thy pasture Oh thyncke vpō the church that hath of aunciēt bene thyne And that thou hast redemed Lorde euen before our eine Thyncke on the kynred that is thyne by right succession And on the place where thou hast dwelt the holy mount Sion Lyfte vp thy fote and destroye all the enimies for aye That haue wrought wyckednes wyth in thyne holy place thys daye Thyne enimies haue roared in thy cōgregations And haue erected theyr owne sygnes to be sygnes and tokens Theyr axes are sene glytter as when men hewe wodde on hylles The selynge of the holye place they breake downe wyth theyr bylles They haue broken thyne holy thynges set fyre on the same They haue broke downe and poluted the dwellyng of thy name Thus sayd they in theyr herte let vs all vex them in one bande So brent they all goddes synagoges that were found in the land Our sygnes and tokens we se not no Prophete doeth remayne Ther is none emonge vs that can tell vs ought for certayne O God howe longe shall thyne enmy do the dispyte and shame Wylt thou suffer him euer to blaspheme thyne holy name Lord whye wythdrawest thou thy powre Why doeth thy right hand byd Styll in thy bosome pulle it out and let thy foes destryed O God thou arte my kynge for aye haste bene euer more Ther is none health in all the earth that is not of thy store In thy great power thou dydest diuide the seas and brakest the head Of Pharoo that great dragon who of that wounde is dead The heades Lord of the whale that was of excedyng greatnes Thou hast broken and made hym meate to men of wyldernes A welsprynge and a rennynge streame thou haste made in drye land And haste made the great riuers drye by the power of thyne hand The day eke the nyght are thyne thou haste them in thy power Thou hast prepared lyght sunne to serue vs at theyr houre Thou hast set appoynted al the limettes of the lande The sommer wynter also are the worcke of thyne hand Remēber this O Lorde because thy foes do the reuile And the braynsicke and folyshe folke thyne holy name defyle Geue not the lyfe of thy turtle into thyne enmies hand Neyther forget thy churche for aye that of the pore doeth stande Be myndfull of thy couenaunt for all the earth is hyd Wyth the dwellynges of men that are most cruell and wycked O suffer not the simple to returne agayne wyth shame For the pore and the indigent are they that prayse thy name Aryse O God and iudge thy cause let thy seruauntes see That thou art myndfull of the checkes that foles vse to geue the. Do not forget the wordes of them that wythstand the so sore for theyr pride and presumption encreaseth more and more The .lxxv. Psalme WE do acknowledge the O God we do acknowledge the And syth thy name is not far of thy worckes declare wyll we When I shall call a counsell for to iudge thynges in thy syght Then shall I geue true sentence and iudge all matters aright As for the earth is lyke to falle and al that therin dwell But I haue vnderset hir postes that she may stand right well Thus sayd I to the folysh men se that ye be not madde And to the wicked be not proude of ought that maye be had Do not I saye you folysh men lyfte vp your hornes on hye Neither do you in coūtenaunce declare your greate folye For high degre cometh to man neither frō easte nor weste Nor yet out of the wyldernes from any cruell beaste For herin God alone is iudge to sette vp whom he luste He lyfteth vp one and casteth an other in the duste For in his hand he hath a cuppe of stronge and myghtie wyne Wherof he filleth to all mē such is his
wandred in desert through wayes in wyldernes â–ª Wherin they founde no dwellynge place in theyr nede and destres And when through great honger and thurste they faynted in theyr mynde They cried to hym in theyr dayngers dyd hym redie fynd He dyd deliuer them I saye and led them the ryght waye To a towne of inhabitaunce and gaue it theÌ„ for aye Let them confesse then and ascrybe to the Lorde his mercies And eke the miracles that he hath done before mens eies For he glutteh the hungry soule fylleth wyth good thynges The soule that is lyke to perishe for lacke of norishynges Such as sate in vtter darckenes and extreme miserie Because they dyd wythstand goddes worde and set nothynge therby The same he made ryght pensyfe and eke of mynde desperate That they myght falle and no man shoulde helpe them in that estate Yet when they cried in theyr dayngers he pulde them out of payne He ledde them out of thycke darckenes and set them fre agayne Let them confesse them and ascribe to the Lorde hys mercies And eke the miracles that he hath done before mens eies For he brake downe the brasen gates and caste them wydde open And the greate barres of Iron he hath in sunder broken The foles that by theyr wycked lyfe haue gote sycknes plentie So that theyr soule abhorred meate they were lyke to die Yet when they cryed in theyr dayngers he pulde them out of payne And his word sent he healed them and made them cleane agayne Let them confesse them and ascribe to the Lorde his mercies And eke the miracles that he hath wrought before mens eies And let them offer sacrifice of hertie confessynge And let them tell forth all hys dedes wyth most ioyfull syngynge Such as in shyppes go to the sea and do theyr busynes there Haue sene goddes worckes and hys wonders that in the depthe appeare Foâ—â—â— his word the stormie wyndes lyfte vp the waues on hye Nowe vp to heauen then they falle downe to hell by and by In these troubles theyr hertes do faile they are turned rounde And wander lyke men that are droÌ„cke theyr wyttes are nothynge sownde These also cried in theyr dayngers and he brought them from payne He layd the storme and eke the waues and made all caulme agayne Then they reioyce because God hath brought them to quiete reste And set theÌ„ in such an hauen as lyketh theyr herte beste Let them confesse then and ascribe to the Lorde hys mercies And eke the miracles that he hath wrought before mens eies And let them extolle him in the companye of people And prayse hym emonge the elders when they do assemble For he turneth the rennynge streames into a deserte grounde And dryeth vp the water sprynges where muche water was founde So doeth he turne che fruitfull grownde into barante and drye Because they that do dwell theron do lyue so vitiousely And full of water he causeth the wyldernes to stande And eke great plentie of welsprynges where erste was most drye lande And there he placeth the hongry and such as lacked foode To build a noble citie there and a dwellyng ryght good And that they myght ther tyll corne fieldes and eke great vinyardes plant That myght beare fruite in such plentie that there should be no want Further he doeth them prospere so that they encrease greatly And theyr cattell he saueth so that none of them do dye Yet are they minished also and do somethynge decaye Sore vexed and oppressed of theyr owne rulars I saye For God despyseth the rulars sometyme and that greatly Makynge them wander in desert through whych no waye doeth lye But the pore he preserueth aye out of all miserie And theyr housholdes he handleth as they were shepe truly Which thynges when the good sorte dose they reioyce and be fayne And the wycked haue nought to blame or wherof to complayne Who so therfore is wise let him kepe these thynges in his mynde And consyder what benifites he doeth in the Lorde fynde The .cviij. Psalme MYne herte is made redie to synge O God and eke to playe On instrumentes melodiouse O my glorie I saye My lute and eke myne harppe arise for I wyll wake erlye In the mornynge wyth the daye sprynge my Lorde to magnifie And vnto the wyll I confesse throughout all regions And wyll synge and set forth thy name emonge all nations For thy mercie Lord is so greate that the heauens it doeth passe And thy trueth reacheth to the skye that doeth the earth compasse Be thou more high then heauen O God and let thy maiestie Be hygher then the earth that is vnder thyne imperie And that thyne elect and chosen maye be deliuered By thyne owne powre saue vs and let our request be graunted Because God hath spoken the worde wythin his holy place I wyll wyth ioye diuide Sichem Sucoths vale by passe Gibead and eke Manesses are myne but Ephraim Is the key of my kyngdome and Iuda my lawes doeth deme As for Moab is my washe pan on Edom wyll I walke And ouer Palestine wyll I synge and pleasantly talke Who shall leade me into stronge holdes into townes of defence Who shall leade me into Idume full of magnificence Shalt not thou do it O my God whoe dyddest vs forsake And wouldest not walke wyth our men wheÌ„ we dyd the warres take O God helpe thou in all distres for mans helpe is but vayne But we shall fyght stoutly through God by whom our foes are slayne The .cix. Psalme O God whom only I do prayse whose name I magnifie Holde the not styll but speake O Lorde and shewe thy selfe therby For the mouth of thy wycked man and the mouth disceythfull Are open agaynste me and talke wyth a tongue right gylefull And wordes that do sprynge of hatered haue compassed me rownde And wythout cause they assault me beate me to the grounde For the loue that I beare to them they are myne enimies And yet do I praye for them all in my moste hertie wyse And for the good I do to theÌ„ they render euell to me So do they hatered for my loue my greate charitie Agaynst suche one O Lorde styr vp the wycked of the lande And let his aduersarie stande styflye at hys ryght hand When he shal be brought to iudgment let hym be founde wicked â–ª And when he prayeth let hym then wyth synne be infected Make hys lyfe dayes fewe and geue hys office to an other Make his children fatherlesse an wydowe theyr mother Let his chyldren wander and begge and seke foed ouer all When they come out of theyr houses that are lykely to fall Let the vsurar bygyle hym of all he doeth possesse And the enmie take all that doeth by hys labour encrease Let ther none chaunce to hym that would take vpon him pitie Ne that woulde worcke a benifite to hys posteritie Let his ofsprynge be in daynger of the destruction And his name haue an ende