destroye hym This shall get the an euerlastyng memoryall yf the hande of a womanne ouerthrowe hym for thy power O Lord standeth not in the powir of men nether hast thou any pleasure in the strength of horses There was neuer proud persone that pleased thee but in the prayer of the humble and meke hathe thy pleasure been euermore O thou God of heauens thou maker of waters and Lorde of all creatures heare me poore woman callyng vpon thee and puttynge my truste in thy mercy Remembre thy couenaunt O Lorde and minister wordes in my mouthe and stablyshe this deuice in my hearte that thy house may contynue styll in holinesse and that al the heathen may knowe vnderstand that thou arte God and that there is none other but thou ¶ An other prayer of Iudith whiles she went about to slee the enemy Holofernes Iudith 13. STrengthen me God of Israel and haue respect vnto the woorkes of my handes in this houre lyke as thou haste promised graunted that by thee I may perfourme the thyng which I haue deuised thorowe the belefe that I haue in thee Oh strenthen me I beseche thee at this houre ¶ The prayer of Mardocheus in the pursure of Haman for all the Iewes nacion Aester 13. O Lord thou valyaunt and mightye kyng for all thynges are in thy power yf thou wylte helpe and delyuer Israel there is no manne can withstande thee for thou haste made both heauen and earth thou art Lord of all and there is none can resist thee O Lord. Thou knowest all thou wotest Lord it was neither of malice nor of presumption neither for any desire of glori that I would not how doune myselfe and worshyp the moste proude Ha nā for I would gladly if it might haue tourned Israell to good haue kyste euen his footsteps but I feared least I should haue geuen Gods glori vnto a man because I would worshyp none but only thee And therfore O Lord thou God and king haue mercy vpon thy people for they ymagē how to bryng vs to naught yee their desire is ful set to destroy and ouerthrowe the people that hath euer been thyne Oh despise not thyne owne good which thou haste delyuered and brought forth of Egypte euen for thyne owne cause Heare my prayer bee mercyful to thy people whom thou hast chosen for an heritage to thyselfe Tourne our cōplaint sorow into ioy so as we may line O Lord and prayse thy name O Lord suffer not the mouthes of theim that prayse thee to bee destroyed ¶ The prayer of quene Hester for her selfe and all her countrye menne Hester 13. O My Lorde thou onely arte our Kyng helpe me a desolate woman which haue no helper but thee for my miserie and destruccion is harde at myne hande of a chylde I learned of my father that thou tokest vp Israel out of all peoples and oure fathers out of all theyr progenitours that they shuld bee thy perpetuall enheritaunce and loke what thou dyddest promyse theim thou hast made it good vnto thē Now Lorde wee haue synned before thee therfore hast thou geuen vs into the handes of our enemyes because wee worshypped theyr goddes Lorde thou are ryghteous neuerthelesse they are not satisfied that they oppresse vs with moste heuy thraldome but also imputing the strength of theyr handes vnto the power of their ydols they wyll chaunge thy promises and destroye thyne enherytaunce and stoppe the mouthes of theim that prayse thee and quenche the glorie of thyne house and thyne aulter to open the mouthes of the heathen that they may prayse the power of ydols magnifie the fleshly kyng for euer Lorde geue not thy scepter vnto theim that bee nothyng worthy least they laugh at our fall but tourne theyr deuyce vpon theimselues and punyshe hym that hath begoon to rage vpō vs. Thinke vpon vs O Lord and shewe thy selfe in the tyme of our distresse Strengthen me O thou king of goddes thou Lorde of all power geue me pleasaunt speche in my mouth before the Lyon Tourne his heart to hate our enemy to destroye hym all suche as consent to hym But delyuer vs with thy hande and helpe the forsaken woman which haue no helpe nor defence but onely the Lorde thou knowest all thou wotest I loue not the glori of the vnrighteous and hate the bed of the vncircūcysed and of all heathen Thou knowest my necessitie that I abhorre the token of my preeminence and worshyp whiche I beare vpon my heade what tyme I muste shewe myselfe bee seen and that I abhorre it as an vncleane clothe Thou knowest also that I thy hande mayden haue not eaten at Hamans table and that I haue had no pleasure in the Kynges feaste that I haue not dronke the drynke offrynges and that I thy handemayde haue had no ioye sythens the day I was broughte hyther vnto this daye but onely in thee O Lorde O thou God of Abraham O thou myghty God aboue all heare the voyce of theim whiche haue none other hope and delyuer vs oute of the hande of the wycked and ryd me out of my feare Amen ¶ The oracion and blessynge of Iob in his moste greuouse aduersytie and losse of his goodes Iob. 1. IOb shaued his head fell doune vpon the grounde worshypped God and saied Naked came I oute of my mothers wombe naked shall I retourne agayne The Lorde gaue and the Lorde hathe taken awaye as it hathe pleased the Lorde so it is dooen Nowe blessed bee the name of the Lorde Amen ¶ A prayer that wee maye bee delyuered frome oure aduersaries Esai 37. O Lorde of Hoostes thou God of Israel which syttest vpon Cherubin Thou art the God alone of all the kyngdomes of the worlde thou onely haste created Heauen and earth Encline thyne eare Lorde and consyder open thyne eyes and see delyuer vs frome the hande of oure aduersaries that all the kyngdomes of the earthe maye knowe that thou onely art the Lorde Amen ¶ The prayer of Esaye when the people were fore plaged Esaye 63.64 LOoke downe from heauen beholde the dwellyng place of thy sanctuari and thy glory howe is it that thy gelousye thy strengthe the multytude of thy mercyes and thy louyng kyndnesse wyll not be entreated of vs yet art thou oure father Abraham knoweth vs not neither was Israell acquaynted with vs. But thou Lord art our father and redemer thy name is euerlasting O lord wherfore haste thou led vs out of thy waye wherfore hast thou hardened our heartes that wee feare thee not Bee at one with vs agayne for thy seruauntes sake that are of the generacion of thyne herytage Thy people hath had but lytle of thy sanctuarie in possessiō for our enemies haue takē it in And we are become euen as wee were in the beginning what time wee wer not vnder thy dominiō nor called not vpō thy name O that thou wouldest cleaue the heauen in sondre and come doune that the moūtaines
For no doubt all thei that hope in thee shall not bee ashamed but suche as bee scornefull despisers withoute a cause thei shall bee putte to shame Shew me thy waies Lorde and teache me thy pathes Leade me in thy trouth and teache me for thou art the God of my helthe and in thee is my hope all the daie long Call to remembraunce oh Lorde thy tendre mercies thy louyng kyndnes whiche haue been euer sithens the begynnyng Remēbre not the sinnes offences of my youthe but a cordyng to thy mercie thinke vpō me oh lorde for thy goodnes Oh how frendly righteous is the Lorde therfore will he bryng again synners into the waie he leadeth the simple a right suche as bee meke thē he instructeth his waies All the waies of the Lorde are verie mercy and faithfulnesse vnto suche as kepe his testament and couenaunt For thy names sake oh lorde bee mercifull vnto my synne for it is greate What soeuer he bee that fearethe the Lorde he shall shew hym the waie that he hath chosen His soule shall dwell at ease his sede shall possesse the lande The secrete of the Lorde is emong theim that feare him and he sheweth theim his couenaunte Myne iyes are euer lokyng vnto the Lorde for he shall plucke my fete out of the net Tourne thee vnto me and haue mercye vpon me for I am desolate and in misery The sorowes of my hearte are great wherefore bryng me out of my troubles looke vpon myne aduersite and miserie and forgeue me all my sinnes Considre how myne enemies are many and beare malicious hate against me O kepe my soule and deliuer me let me not bee confounded for I haue putte my trust in thee Lette innocēcy and righteous dealyng wayte vpon me for my hope is in thee Deliuer Israell O God out of all his distresse ¶ In the affliction or passion bothe of the spirite and of the fleshe thus maie wee praye with Christ with the godly Psalm 31 IN thee O Lorde is my truste let me neuer bee put to shame but deliuer me in thy righteousnesse Bowdoune thyne eare to me make hast to deliuer me bee thou my strōg rocke and a walled house that thou maiest saue me For thou art my strong holde and my castle wherfore bee thou my God and cōducte me for thy names sake Draw me out of the nette that thei haue laied priuely for me for thou arte my strengthe Into thine handes I commende my spirite thou hast deliuered me oh Lorde thou God of truth I hate theim that hold of vanities my trust is in the Lorde I will bee glad reioyce in thy mercie for thou hast considered my trouble thou hast knowen my soule in aduersitie Thou hast not cast me ouer into the handes of the enemies but haste sette my fete in a large roume Haue mercie vpon me Oh Lorde for I am in trouble myne iyes is censumed for verie heuines yea my soule my bodie My life is consumed with heuenesse and my yeres with mournyng My strēgth faileth me because of myne aduersity and my bones are dryed vp I am become a verie reproche emōg all myne enemies my neighboures thei of myne owne acquaintaunce are afraied of me thei that seme in the strete conuey theimselues from me I am cleaue forgotten and out of mynde euen as a dedde manne Lo I am become like a broken vessell For I haue hearde the sklenderous reapportes of the multitude euerye manne abhorreth me thei haue gathered a counsaill together againste me and are purposed to take awaie my life But my hope is in the Lorde and I saie thou arte my God My dayes are in thy hande deliuer me from the hande of myne enemies and frome theim that persecute me Shewe thy seruaunt the light of thy countinaunce help me for thy mercies sake lette me not bee confounded O Lorde for I call vpon thee but lette the vngodly rather bee putte to confusion and brought vnto the pit let the liyng lippes bee put to silence whiche cruelly disdainfully and despitefully speake against the righteous O how greate and manifolde bee the good thynges whiche thou hast laied vp for theim that feare thee How greate thynges bryngest thou to passe for theim that put their trust in thee in the sighte of the soonnes of menne Thou hidest thē in the secretes of thy countenaunce from the proude menne thou kepest theī secretely in thy tabernacle from the strief of toungues Thankes bee geuen to the lorde who hath shewed me meruelous great kyndnes out of the strōg citee For when the soudain feare came vpon me I saied I am cast out of thy sighte Neuertheles thou hardest myne hūble prayer when I cried vnto thee Wherefore loue the Lorde all ye his sainctes for the Lorde preserueth the faithfull plenteously acquiteth the proude dooers Bee strong therfore take a good heart vnto you all ye that putte your assiaunce in the LORDE ¶ A sanctifiyng of GOD for that the earthe is full of his mercie and that by his mighty woorde he wrought all thyng Psalme 33. REioyse in the Lorde O ye righteous for it becommeth well the iuste to bee thankefull Prayse the Lorde with harpe Syng Psalmes vnto hym with the lute and instrument of ten strynges Syng hym a newe song yea syng to hym with good courage For the woorde of the Lorde is true and all his workes are sure He loueth mercie and iudgemēt the earth is full of the Lordes goodnes By the woorde of the Lorde wer the heauēs made and all the furniture of theim by the breth of his mouthe He gathereth the waters togither as it were in a bottell and laied vp the depe in secrete Let all the earth feare the Lorde and let all theim that dwel in the worlde stande in awe of hym For what he saieth is dooen what he commaundeth standeth faste The Lorde disperseth the counsaill of the Heathen and maketh frustrate the deuices of the people But his owne coūsaill endureth for euer the thoughtes of his hearte from generacion to generacion Blessed are the people that holde the Lorde for their God and blessed are the folke whō he hath chosen to bee his heritage The Lorde loketh doune from heauen and beholdeth all the children of menne From his strong seate he considereth al thē that dwell in the worlde He onely hath fashioned all the heartes of theim knoweth all their woorkes A kyng is not helped by his owne great hoste neither is a gyaunte saued through the might of his owne strength A horse is but a vain thyng to saue a manne it is not the power of his strengthe that that can deliuer hym Beholde the iyes of the Lorde bee fixed vpon theī that feare hym and repose theimselues in his mercie That he maie deliuer their soules from death and fede theim in the deare tyme. Let our soule paciently abyde the Lorde for he is our help shylde So shall our hearte
fraied Then are the hylles seen alofte and the vallies beneth in their place whiche thou hast appointed for theim Thou hast sette theim their boundes whiche thei maie not passe that thei turne not again to couer the earth Thou causest the welles to spryng vp among the valies the waters to runne among the hilles that all beastes of the felde maie haue drynke and that the wilde asses maie quenche their thriste Aboue vpon the hilles haue the foules of the aire their inhabitacion syng among the braūches Thou watrest the hilles from aboue the earth is filled with the fructes of thy woorkes Thou bryngeste forth grasse for the cattell and grene herbes for the seruice of mēne Thou bryngest fode out of the earth wyne to make glad the hearte of manne oyle to make hym a cherfull countenaūce and brede to strength mannes hearte The trees of the Lord are full of sap euen the trees of Libanus whiche he hath planted There make the birdes their nestes and the firre trees are a dwellyng for the storke The hilles are a refuge for the wylde gootes and so are the stony rockes for the conyes Thou hast appointed the moone for certain seasons The sonne knoweth his gooyng doune Thou makest derkenesse that it maie bee night where in all the beastes of the foreste dooe moue yea and the young lions whiche roare after their praye and seke their meate at GOD. But when the sunne dooeth arise thei gette theim awaie together and lie theim doune in their dennes Then gooeth manne forth to his woorke and to tille his lande vnto the euenyng Oh Lorde how manifolde are thy workes right wysely hast thou made theim all yea the earthe is full of thy riches So is this greate and wyde sea also where in are thynges creapyng innumerable bothe small and greate beastes There goo the shippes ouer there is that leuiathan whom thou haste made to take his pastime therin Thei wayte all vpon thee that thou maiest geue thē meate in due season When thou geuest it thē thei gather it when thou openest thy hande thei are filled with good But when thou hidest thy face thei are sorofull If thou takest awaie their breath thei dye and are turned agayne to their duste Agayne when thou letteste thy breathe gooe forthe thei are made and so thou renewest the face of the earth The gloriouse maiestie of the Lorde endureth for euer and the Lorde reioyseth in his woorkes The earth trembleth at the looke of hym he dooeth but touch the hilles and thei smoke I wil sing vnto the Lorde as long as I lyue I will prayse my God whyle I haue my beeyng Oh that my woordes mighte please hym for my ioye is in the Lorde As for synners thei shall bee consumed out of the earthe and the vngodly shall come to an ende but prayse thou the Lorde oh my soule ¶ A halowyng and praysyng of the Lorde that he meruelously anaunseth his as well in heauen as in earthe Psal 113. PRaise the lorde o ye seruaūtes of the Lorde prayse the name of the LORDE Blesse the name of the Lorde frome this tyme forthe for euer more The Lordes name is worthy to bee praysed from the risyng of the sunne vntill the gooyng doune of the same The Lorde is high aboue all nacions and his glory is aboue the heauēs Who is like vnto the Lorde our God that hath his dwellyng so highe whiche humbleth hymself to beholde that is dooen in heauen and in earth Whiche taketh vp the simple out of the dust and lifteth the poore out of the mire That he maie sette hym among the princes euen among the princes of his people Whiche maketh the baren woman to kepe house and to bee a ioyfull mother of children ¶ A commendacion of the Lordes mercie that he hath vouchsaue to call vs Gentiles and Heathen persones vnto his faith Psal 117. PRayse the Lorde all ye Gētiles laude him all ye people For his mercifull kindnes is euer more and more towarde vs and the trouth of the LORDE endureth for euer Prayse the euerlastyng ¶ A praier that God himself maie lede rule teache and directe vs in his way in his preceptes and in his Gospell and that he maie kepe vs from the doctryne and tradicions of menne Psalm 119. BLessed are those that bee vndefiled in the waie whiche walke in the lawe of the Lorde Blessed are thei that kepe his testimonies and seke hym with their hole hearte Whiche walke in his waies dooe no wickednesse Thou haste geuen streight charge to kepe thy commaūdementes Oh that my waies were stablished to kepe thy statutes so should I not bee confounded Wyle I haue respecte vnto all thy commaūdementes I will thanke thee with an vnfained heart Because I am lerned in thy iudgementes of thy righteousnesse I will kepe thy statutes oh forsake me not vtterly Wherewithall shall a young manne clense his waie euen by rulynge hymselfe after thy woorde Wherefore with my whole hearte dooe I seke thee Lette me not goo astraie oute of thy commaundementes thy woordes haue I hidde in my hearte that I should not synne against thee Praysed bee thou o Lorde Oh teach me thy statutes With my lippes will I bee tellyng oute all the iudgemētes of thy mouth I haue as greate delite in the waie of thy testimonies as in all maner of riches I will excercise myself in thy commaūdementes and haue respecte vnto thy fote pathes My delite shal bee in thy statutes I will not forget thy woordes Oh dooe well vnto thy seruaunt that I maie liue and kepe thy woordes Open thou myne iyes and so shall I espy out wounderous thynges in thy law I am a straūger vpō earth Hide not thy cōmaundemētes fro me My soule breketh out for the verie feruēt desyre that I haue alwaie vnto thy iudgementes Thou rebukest the proude cursed are thei that depart from thy cōmaūdemētes Oh turne fro me shame and rebuke for I kepe thy testimonies Princes also sitte speak against me but thy seruaunte is occupied in thy statutes In thy testimonies is my delighte thei are my coūsailers My soule cleaueth to the dust but quickē thou me a cordyng to thy woorde I knowlaged my waies thou herdest me Wherefore teache me thy statutes Make me to vnderstāde the waie of thy cōmaundementes and so shall I talke of thy wounderous workes My soule melteth awaie for verie heuenes Sette me vp a cordyng to thy woorde Take fro me the waie of liyng and graunt me thy lawe I haue chosen the waye of trouthe thy iudgementes haue I laied bee for me I stycke vnto thy recordes Oh Lorde confounde me not I will runne in the waie of thy commaundementes when thou hast conforted my hearte Teache me oh lorde the waie of thy ordinaunces and I shall kepe it vnto th ende Geue me vnderstādyng and I shall kepe thy lawe Yea I shall kepe it with my hole hearte Leade me in the path of thy commaūdementes for that
their meate in due season Thou openest thy hande and fillest all thynges liuyng with plenteousnes The Lorde is righteous in all his wayes and holy in his woorkes The Lorde is nigh vnto thei that call vpon hym so that the call vpon hym faithfully He fulfilleth the desire of theim that feare hym he hearethe their crie and helpethe theim The Lorde preserueth all theim that loue hym but scatterethe abrode all the vngodly My mouth shall speake the prayse of the Lorde and let all fleshe geue thankes vnto his holy name for euer euer Prayse the euerlastyng ¶ A prayse of God that in onely God the euerlastyng kyng wee oughte to trust not in princes in power in wysedome or in the rsghteousnes of the elementes of this worlde Psal 146. PRayse the Lorde oh my soule whyle I leue will I praise the Lorde Yea as long as I haue any beeyng I will syng prayses vnto my God Oh put not your trust in princes nor in any childe of manne for there is no helpe in theÌ„ For when the brethe of manne gooeth forthe he shall turne again vnto his earth and so all his thoughtes perishe Blessed is he that hath the God of Iacob for his helpe whose hope is in the lorde his God Whiche made heauen and earthe the sea and all that therein is Whiche kepeth his promise for euer Whiche helpeth theim to righte that suffre wrong whiche fedeth the hungrie The Lorde louseth menne out of prisone the Lorde geueth sight to the blynde The Lorde helpeth theim vp that are fallen the Lorde loueth the righteous The Lorde careth for the straungers he detendeth the fatherlesse and the wydowe But the waie of the vngodly turneth he vpside doune The Lorde thy God oh Syon he is kyng for euermore throughout all generacions Prayse the euerlastyng ¶ A praysyng of the Lordes name Psal 147. PRayse ye the Lorde for it is a good thynge to synge prayses vnto oure God Yea a ioyfull and a pleasaunte thynge it is to bee thankefull The Lorde shall buylde vp Hierusalem and gather together the outcastes of Israell He heale the the tontrite hearte and byndethe vp their woundes He telleth the noumbre of the starres and calleth theim all by their names Greate is our Lorde and greate is his power yea his wisdome is infinite The Lorde settethe vp the mieke and bryngeth the vngodly doune to the ground Oh syng vnto the Lorde with thankesgeuyng syng prases vpon the harpe vnto our God Whiche couerethe the heauen with cloudes prepareth rayne for the earth and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines Whiche geueth fodre vnto the cattel and fiedeth the young rauens that call vpon him He hath no pleasure in the strengthe of an horsse neyther delighteth he in any mannes legges But the Lordes delighte is in theim that feare hym and putte their truste in his mercye Prayse the Lorde Oh Hierusalem prayse thy God oh Sion for he maketh fast the barres of the gates and blesseth the children within thee He maketh peace in thy borders and filleth thee with the flour of whete He sendeth forth his commaundemente vpon earth his woord runneth swiftly He geueth snowe like wolle and scattereth the hore froste like ashes He casteth forth his I se like morsels who is able to abyde his frost He seÌ„deth out his woorde and melteth theiÌ„ He bloweth with his wynde and the waters flowe He sheweth his worde vnto Iacob his statutes ordinaunces vnto Israell He hath not dealte so with all the Heathen neither haue thei knowelage of his lawes ¶ A praysyng of God from all his creatures first heauenly and then earthly Psal 148. OH prayse the Lorde of heauen prayse hym in the heigh Praise hym all his angels praise hym all his hoste Prayse hym sunne and moone prayse hym all ye starres and light Prayse him all ye heauens and ye waters that bee vnder the heaueÌ„s Let theÌ„ prayse the name of the Lorde for he speake the woorde thei were made He hath made theim faste for euer and euer He hath geuen theim a lawe whiche shall not bee broken Praise the Lorde vpon earth ye whale fisshes and all depes Fire and hayle snow and vapoures wynde storme fulfillyng his woorde Mountaines and hilles frutefull tries and all Cedres Beastes and cattel wormes and fethered foules kynges of the earthe and all people Princes all iudges of the worlde young menne and maidens olde menne and children let theÌ„ preyse the name of the Lorde For his name only is excellent all his praise aboue heauen and earth He exalteth the horne of his people all his saintes shall prayse hym the children of Israell eueÌ„ the people that serueth hym ¶ A praysyng of God in hymself that he is holy and halowyng strong and strengthyng greate makyng greate Psal 150 OH prayse the Lorde in his sanctuary praise hym in the firmameÌ„t of his power Praise hym in his noble actes prayse hym in his excellente greatenesse Prayse hym in the sounde of the trumpet praise hym vpon the lute and harpe Prayse him in the symbales daunce prayse hym vpon the sitynges and pipe Prayse hym vpon the well tuned symbales prayse hym vpon the loude symbales lette euerye thyng that hath breathe prayse the Lorde ¶ Against the enemie of the trouthe Psal 35. STirue thou with theiÌ„ oh lorde that striue with me fight thou against theiÌ„ that fight against me Laie hande vpon the shylde and spere stande vp to helpe me Draw out thy swerde and stop the waie against theim that persecute me saye vnto my soule I am thy helpe Lette theim bee confounded put to shame that seke after my soule Let theim be turned backe brought to confusion that imagyne mischief for me Lette theim bee as the dust before the wynde and the angell of the lorde scateryng theiÌ„ Let their waie bee darke slippery the angel of the lore to persecute theiÌ„ For thei haue preuily laied their net to destroy me wtout a cause Yea made a pit for my soule whiche I neuer deserued Let a sodain destruction come vpon theÌ„ vnwaers and the net that thei haue laied preuily catche them selues that thei maie fall into their owne mischeif But let my soule bee ioyfull in the Lorde and reioyse in his help Al my bones shal saie lorde who is like vnto thee Whiche deliuereste the poore from those that are to stroÌ„g for hym Yea the poore and niedy froÌ„ his robbers False wittenesse are rysen vp and laie to my charge thynges that I knowe not Thei rewarde me eiuill for good to the greate dyscomforte of my soule Neuerthelesse when thei were sicke I putte on a secke clothe I humbled my soule with fastyng my prayer turned into my bosome I behaued myself as though it had been my frende or my brother I went heuely as one that moâ—â—neth for his mother But in mynâ— adâ—â—â—sâ—tie thei reioyse and gathâ—â—â—heim together Yea the verie â—â—me câ—me together