wodes bare But in his temple all men do prayse him with al theyr care The Lorde sytteth in the deludge that ouerfloweth wyde He sytteth Lorde and kynge I saye doeth euer abyde The Lord geueth hys people powre them selfe for to defende Mercye and peace to hys people the Lorde doeth euer sende The .xxx. Psalme I Wyl prayse the O Lorde because thou haste me broke and worne But haste not suffered my foes for to laugh me to scorne O Lorde my God in my sycknes I haue cryed to the I haue called on the I saye and thou haste healed me Lorde thou haste called my soule backe frō the brym of the pyt And haste restored me that I shoulde not fal into it Ye that haue felt the Lordes mercye synge a Psalme vnto hym Set forth the memorye of hys holynes with an hymne For his anger bydeth not longe and when he is pleased He geueth lyfe vnto ech man that hath on hym trusted Though they come home wepeynge at nyght wyth a sorowefull voyce Yett in the morne cometh gladnes they shal agayne reioyce Certenly I sayde in this wyse in my prosperitie I wyll neuer bowe nor yet bend but stande vp styll stoutly For thou O Lorde hadst placed strength on thy seruantes mountayne But as sone as thy face was hyd I was troubled agayne Vnto the my Lorde dyd I calle in this myne heauie case And dyd wyth moste erneste prayar fall downe before thy face What should my bloude profyte if I should go downe to the pyt Shall dust prayse the or shall thy trueth be declared by it O Lorde heare and graunt my requeste be mercifull to me O Lorde I saye be thou myne helpe I hūbly besech the. My wepeyng and waylyng thou hast into a dawnce turned So haste thou loosed my sakcloth me wyth ioye clothed Wherfore ech man shal synge to the glorie wythouten staye O Lorde my God for euer more I wyll prayse the I saye The .xxxj. Psalme O Lorde I trust in the alone let me neuer haue naye Delyuer me in thy iustice when I do to the praye Bowe downe thyne eare to me I saye delyuer me outryght Be my defence and sure castell to saue me by thy myght For thou art my rocke and sure ground my defence at nede Wherfore for thy names sake leade me and dryue me forth to fede Brynge me out of the net that they haue layed and hyd for me Because my myght and eke my strength remayneth whole in the. Into thyne handes I do cōmitte my soule vnfaynedly Thou haste redemed me O Lorde the God of veritie I haue hated all suche men as do folowe vanitie But in the Lorde I haue alwaye trusted vnfaynedly Of thy mercie I wyll reioyce thou that lokest on my payne And that in my great miserie doeste not my soule disdayne Neyther haste shette me in the hande or powre of myne enmie But haste set my fote all at large and at full libertie Be mercifull to me O Lorde for I am sore oppreste Myne eies dasle and eke my soule and bealy take small reste Sorowe freateth my lyfe awaye mournynge bryngth my laste daye My strength fayleth through wyckednes al my bones waste awaye All my foes and enmies haue made a raylynge stocke of me But chyeflye suche in verie dede as of my neyghbours be My fryndes my famyliars haue hated me outright And when they sawe me come abroade they fled out of my syght I was forgotten vtterly as a man that is deade So was I made lyke a vessell that longe sence perished I heard that many blamed me and layde faultes to my charge Feare and tremblyng stode aboute I myght not walcke at large Whylse they consulted togither and dyd theyr wyttes employe Howe to inuent awaye to take my pore soule subtylly But I haue put my truste in the O Lorde vnfaynedly And wyth myne herte thus haue I sayde thou arte my God truly Lorde my lyfe dayes are in thyne hand let me neuer be thrall Set thou me free from myne enmies persequutours all Lyghten thy countenaunce vpō thy pore seruant I saye And for thy mercifull goodnes saue me wyth out delaye O Lorde let me not aske in vayne because I call on the But let the wycked haue that shame in the graue let them be Let lyeynge lyppes haue nought to saye which speake most craftily And eke proudly agaynste the iuste and most dispytfully Ryght large are the good thynges that thou dost kepe for them that be In thy feare and that thou dydst in theyr syght that truste in the. Vnder thy face thou shalt hyde them frō all mens conspyrynge From the debate of tonges thou shalt hyde them in thy dwellynge The Lorde is worthy for to be praysed of olde and yonge For notably he shewed me hys mercie in a towne stronge When I fled hastily I thought I am caste of surely But thou heardst the voyce of my prayer when I dyd to the crye All ye true seruantes of the Lorde loue hym vnfaynedly Whoe doeth defende the faythfull and plage the proude plentuousely Be stronge and myghtie for the Lorde wyl cause your herte be stronge So many of you as do trust in hym boeth olde and yonge The .xxxij. Psalme THat man is blest that is lyghted of hys transgression And whose synne is hydde in the hope of hys saluation The man is bleste to whō the Lord doeth not impute hys synne So is he bleste wythin whose breaste no disceyte doeth begyn Whylse I do dayly with my self sometyme thyncke secretly And some tyme breake out wyth wepyng my bones consume greatly For nyght and daye thyne hande powre lyeth vpon me heauie My iuse and moysture are made lyke thynges that sommer doeth drye But when I had tolde the my fault had not hyd my synne And after that I had this thought it is best I begynne For to confesse vnto the Lord all my transgression Forth wyth thou dydst geue me of all my synnes remission Wherfore ech goodman wyll praye the dureynge the tyme of grace And the floude of the ragynge waues shall not come to hys place Thou arte myne hydynge place and wylt kepe me from miserie And wylt beset me wyth the myrth of men that scape hardly Thou hast sayde I wyll teach the in the waye thou shouldest go And wyth myne eie and cleare knowledge I wyll helpe the also Be not lyke to the horsse or mule that do nought vnderstande Whose chawes thou must bynd wyth a bytte ere they folowe thyne hande The sorowes of the wycked men are ryght many in dede But he that doeth stycke to the Lorde shall neuer stande in nede Be glad in the Lorde O ye iuste reioyce in hys syght Synge vnto hym so many as are in youre hertes vpright The .xxxiij. Psalme REioyce ye iust men in the Lord prayse doeth good men beseme Prayse ye the Lord wyth harppe lute play on ten strynges to hym Synge a newe songe syngeswete musick wyth
Sion Then he doeth to the residue of Iacobs nation Ryght noble thynges O goddes citie are reported of the Reported in the O Sion right noble thynges there be Rahab and such of Babilon as haue knowen my name I wyll haue kepte in memorie as right worthy of fame Loe palestine is worthy prayse because therin were borne Boeth zor and they of Ethiope of whom I thyncke no scorne But of Sion it shall be sayed that many of greate fame Haue bene borne there the high God shall eke confirme the same In his writtynges the Lord shall cyte the peoples euerie one And of them all the chyefest man was borne in this Sion In the Sion are all my welles whereout all they do sprynge That in my trase do leade the daunce do my praises synge The .lxxxviij. Psalme LOrde God myne health before thy face I crye boeth daye and nyght ▪ Let my request I the besech be present in thy syght Bowe downe thyne eare vnto my cry for my soule hath hir fyll And my lyfe is brought to the graue through the plentie of ill But now am I compted wyth them that go into the pyt And am compared to a man that of strength hath no whyt As one fre from all maner thynges that to thys lyfe belonge I am accompted emonge them whom fatall death hath stonge I am I saye lyke to the deade that in the graue do slepe Of whō there is no memorie ne doeth thyne hand them kepe In the lower pyt of troubles Lord thou hast placed me In places that are darcke depe so hath it pleased the. Thy feruent indignation hath quelled me well most Thou hast cast out thy pore seruaunt in troubles to be toste Thou haste caused myne acquayntaunce to flye far of from me ▪ And through thy meanes they do abhor thy pore seruant tose I am enclosed in suche wyse and hedged rounde about That I ne can by any meanes fynde ishue or waye out Throughsore payne and affliction myne eye syght fayleth me O Lorde I call and crie all daye and lyfte myne handes to the. And doest thou shewe wonders to them that in the graue dolye Or shall the deade arise agayne and prayse the worthyly And shall thy mercie and goodnes be preached in the graue Or thy fayth in destruction wher none hath mynde to craue Or shall thy wonders be well knowen in places darke and blynd Or thy iustice in such a place where nothing is in mynde But I thy pore seruant haue cried to the O Lorde I saye And my prayer shall the preuēt in the spryng of the daye O Lord whye doest thou put me backe and my pore soule repell Wylt thou Lord hyde thy face from me and shewe thy selfe cruell Wretched am I and from my youth haue ben styll at deathes dore And wyth perplex and doubtfull mynde I sustayne thy terrour Thy furies and rageynge angers haue gone ouer me quite And thy terrours and great threatnynges haue kylled me downryght They haue dayly enuironed and beset me about And to gyrd me in togither they haue not stand in doubt My friendes thou haste set far from me eke my neyghbours all And haste caused myne acquayntaunce into darcknes to fall The .lxxxix. Psalme THy mercies and thy goodnes Lorde I wyll synge wythout staye And wyth my mouth Lord wyll I cause thy truth be knowe for aye For wyth my selfe thus haue I thought Goddes mercie lasteth aye And in the hygh heauens his trueth he hath set wyth sure staye Thus hath he sayd wyth mynde elect I haue made a comnaunt And wyth an othe I promised to Dauid my seruant Thy seede I wyll confirme for aye make it to enduer And in all ages that shall come thy throne shall remayne sure The heauens O Lord celebrate prayse thy wonders all So do the sanctes thyne holy trueth when they theyr counselles call In heauen who is it that maye be the Lordes felowe right And which of the stronge men shal be lyke vnto him in myght For God muste be greatly feared in holy mens counsell And must be had in reuerence of them that nygh hym dwell Lorde God of hostes who is lyke the Oh thou that art myghtie All thynges that are about the Lorde are truth and veritie Lord thou doest rule the greate furies and rages of the seas And when they do lyft vp their waues thou doest them all appease Prouide Pharao thou dydest beate euen as a deade bodie And wyth the force of thy great strength thou dydst thy foes destroye The heauens are thyne so is the earth none can thys thynge denie ▪ The whole worlde and all thynges therin thou haste made certenly The north parte and the south also thou haste made and formed ▪ Thabor and Hermon shall reioyce whē they heare the named Thou haste an arme full of all powre all myght doeth therin stande Lorde thou doest fortifie thy strength lyfte vp thy ryght hande Thy prynce lyke throne is vndersette with equitie and right Mercie and trueth go before the and are styl in thy syght O happie people that confesse the sygnes of goddes presence For in thy lyght O Lorde suche shall walke wyth greate reuerence They shall dayly ioye and reioyce Lorde in thyne holy name And in thy ryghtuousenes they shall purchase them selfe greate fame For of theyr ioyce strength O God thou only arte the floure And of thy mere goodnes thou wylt extolle our myght and power For our shyld of defence is a thynge of the lordes geuynge And the holy one of Iacob hath geuen vs our kynge Then to thy prophetes by a dreame thus saydest thou in effect I wyll supporte ayde Dauid for he is myne elect I haue found Dauid my seruant haue hym anoynted Wyth holy oyle that by my power he myght be strengthened The enimie shall neuer be able hym to deceyue Neither shall the froward haue powre my seruant for to greue I wyl braye all his enimies euen before his face And suche as do hym hate I wyll destroye wyth outen grace My trueth eke my mercie shall be wyth hym at his nede And in my name his power shal be excedyng great in dede I wyll put his hand in the sea his power shall thyther reach And ouer the rennynge riuers he shall hys ryght hand stretche He shall call on me at his nede and shall saye in this sorte Thou arte my father and my God and of my health the forte Myne heyer wyll I ordeyne hym aboue the kynges all My mercie and promise to him for euer kepe I shall I wyll make hys sede eternall his stocke shall neuer die And his royall seate wyll I make lyke the tyme of the skye If hys sonnes wyll forsake my lawe and not walke in my steppes ▪ If they wyll breake myne ordinaūce and not kepe my preceptes Then wyth roddes wyll I visyte them for theyr goynge astraye And wyll wyth scourges punish the wyckednes of theyr waye
is bent Lo as the seruantes eyes are fyxte vpon theyr maisters hande So do we loke on our Lord God do before him stande And as the handmaydes eyes behold the hande of hir mestres So are our eies turned to him tyll we fele his goodnes Deale mercifully wyth vs Lorde deale thou mercifully For wyth contempt we are fylled and that in great plentie Longe tyme nowe hath our soule benfull of the rych mens mockynge So hath it ben longe satisfied wyth proude mens despysynge The .cxxiiij. Psalme NOwe maye Israell salfly saye we had all dyed in dede Had not the lord that is redye with vs holpen at nede Excepte the lord had holpen vs when mē agaynst vs rose In theyr Ire they had eaten vs alyue as I suppose By this tyme they had drowned vs as waters that do flowe And as a swyfte streme they had gone quite ouer our heades nowe By thys tyme I saye the waters that swell excedyngly Had ouercome our syly soule and caused vs to dye We muste preach and set forth the Lorde we most prayse him I saye That hath not geuen vs to theyr teeth that we should be theyr praye For our soule hath scaped theyr snare and is nowe at large set Euen as the sparowe that breaketh out of the foulars net The net is broken nowe I saye we are escaped Our helpe therfore is in his name that hath all thynges formed The .cxxv. Psalme ALl such as do truste in the Lorde shall neuer be moued More then the holy hyll Sion that is surly founded And as aboute Ierusalē are hyghe hylles on eche syde So shall the Lorde compasse hys floke from hense forth at eche tyde For the parte of wyckednes shall not wyth the iuste remayne Leste from doynge iniquitie theyr handes shoulde not refrayne O Lord do thou good vnto them in whom thou doest good fynde And to all suche as thou knowest to be of a good mynde And let suche as do wyckedlye haue the wyckedes rewarde At the Lordes hande that Israel maye lyue nowe in salfegarde The .cxxvj. Psalme WHen the Lorde shall restore Sion out of bondage agayne Thē shal we be lyke men that dreame that they haue lyued in payne Our mouth and tonge shall be full wyth laughter and syngynge then And the Heathen shall saye the Lorde hath done much for these men The Lorde no doubt hath done wyth vs thynges that are greate in dede And we are made merie therby and greatly conforted Oh Lorde leade thou vs home agayne out of captiuitie Euen as thou causeste the riuers of the south parte to drye Let them that sowe theyr seede wyth teares and water of thyre eies Reioyce when they shall reape the same in moste plentifull wise The man that beareth the seedlepe shall go on styll wepynge But when he shall carie the sheaues he shal returne syngynge The .cxxvij. Psalme VNlesse the Lorde do builde the house the buildars lose theyr payne And except he kepe the citie the kepars watch in vayne It is in vayne that you do rise so sone and reste so late And that you get your vitayles wyth payn and sorowes so greate Syth in the meane ceasone God doeth graunte slepe and quiete reste To his dearlynges and all such men as his herte lyketh beste Beholde the byrthryght of the Lorde is chylder and younge frye And the wages that he geueth the fruite of the bealye The chyldren that be borne in youth whylse boeth parentes be yonge Are lyke the arrowes that are shotte by a man that is stronge And happie is he that fylleth his quiuer wyth the same For when they shal stryue wyth they re lyke they shall sustayne no shame The .cxxviij. Psalme HAppye and blessed is that man that feareth God aryght And walketh forward in his wayes with all his mayne myght Thynges gotten wyth his labour he shall eate of at his nede He shal be blessed shal lyue moste welthyly in dede In his house sydes his wyfe shall be as a vyne most fruitfull And his sonnes lyke Olyue branches rownd aboute his table For lo in this sorte is the man made blessed and happie That doeth stande in dreade and feare of the Lorde vnfaynedly Out of Sion the Lord shall geue to him this good blessynge To se Ierusalem in peace all dayes of his lyueynge And to se the sonnes of his sonnes descendynge of hys bloud And eke the state of Israell boeth fortunate and good The .cxxix. Psalme NOwe may Israell saye they haue fought ryght sore agaynst me Verie oftē from my youth vp that myne enimies be Ryght ofte they haue fought against me from my yougth may he saye Yet agaynst me could they neuer preuayle ne haue theyr waye The plowmen haue plowed my backe and made ther forowes longe But the iuste Lorde hath cut the bandes of men wicked and stronge Let all that hate Sion take shame and be dryuen backe and made Lyke grasse that groweth on houses and doeth sodenly fade So that the reapar can not fynde enough to fyll hys hande Neither the byndar hys arme full to laye wythin hys bande Neither do they that passe by saye the Lorde geue you blessynge In the Lordes name we wyshe you good and encrease of all thynge The .cxxx. Psalme FRom the deapth of all miserie O Lord on the call I Lorde heare my voyce let thyne eares geue hede vnto my crye For if thou Lord God wouldeste marcke synnes who coulde then be saued But thou arte full of clemencie and arte therfore feared For the haue I loked O Lorde so hath my soule also And in the do I put my truste boeth in well and in wo. My soule doeth loke tarie for the Lorde from the morne tyde From morne to morne I saye my soule doeth for the Lorde abyde Let Israell waite on the Lorde for wyth him is mercie And wyth the Lorde redemption is wonderfull plentie For he redemeth Israel from al his wyckednes ▪ And setteth all his people free from theyr iniquities The .cxxxi. Psalme O Lorde myne hert hath not bene proude neither myne eies loftie I haue not sought prayse in great thynges neither clymed to hye I lle myght I speed if I haue not though myselfe none other Then the yonge chylde that is weaned at home wyth his mother And the soule or the mynde that doeth wythin my bodie reste Is lyke the chyld that lately hath bene takē from the breste Oh Israell waite on the Lorde truste styl in him I saye Put all thy confidence in him for euer and for aye The .cxxxij. Psalme O Lorde be myndfull of all thynges that haue vexed Dauid That to his good all his trouble maye be alwaye turned For he hath sworne vnto the Lorde and vowed solemnely To the myghtie God of Iacob and sayed for certentie I lle myght I spede if I enter my tent or clyme my bedde Or if I shall graunte any slepe to the eies of myne heade Or if I suffer myne eie leddes to wyncke
haste oute of the wombe drawne me And in my suckynge dayes I dyd put all my trust in the. From the daye of my byrthe I haue bene lefte to the onlye And from my mothers wombe thou hast ben my God certaynely Do not withdraw thy selfe farre of be not from me absent For there is no man for to helpe and trouble is present Greate bulles haue compassed me rounde wyth an vnruly route And myghtye men of Basan haue beset me round aboute Against me haue they opened their mouth wonderfull wyde Lyke as a lyon that rampeth and roreth in hys pryde I am poured out like water my bones are let aparte And as the wax that is molten so is in me myne herte My strength dryeth vp lyke a shell and my tonge cleaueth faste To my chekes and into the duste of deathe brought me to haste Dogges and ylle men haue me byset and bounde me in their bandes And as a lyon they haue gnawen my fete eke myne handes I myght haue numbred al my bones they were sene so planely But these men loke vpon me and are delyted greatly They haue diuided emonge them all my garmentes I wotte And whyche of them shoulde haue my cote they haue tryed by lotte But thou O Lorde be not farre of O my strength and my powre Make haste O Lorde thy poore seruaunt for to helpe and succoure Delyuer my soule from the sworde and let not me be torne Wyth madde dogges nor with lyons teeth nor wyth vnicornes horne Thyne holy name will I declare to my brethren eche one And prayse the in the middle of the congregacyon All ye that feare the Lorde prayse hym prayse him all Iacobs seede And all the seede of Israel feare ye the Lord in deede For the poore mans afflyctyon he hath not neglected Neyther turned away hys face but hearde when he cryed Beynge in a great concyon I prayse the Lorde onely And in their fyghte that do feare hym my vowes perfourme will I. The poore the abiect shal eate they shal al haue their fyll Suche as seke the Lorde shal prayse hym their herte shall lyue styll And all the quartars of the earth shall haue remors of mynde And shal conuert them to the Lord as reasone doeth them bynde All the housholdes and families that on the earth be founde Shall humble them before hys face and lye flat on the grounde For vnto the Lord only al kingedom doeth appertayne And emonge the heathen people the Lorde hym selfe doeth raygne The fat and welthy of the earth shal eate and do worshype And all mysers shal bowe to hym because he doeth them kepe All such shal bowe their knees to hym as do fall in the duste Because he kept their lyfe when that they sayed nedes dye we muste The ofspringe and posteritie shal him serue and obeye And for euer more vnto him their trybute shal they paye To the people that is not borne they shall resort and tell Hys iustyce and hys equyte because it doeth excell The .xxiij. Psalme THe Lord is my sheperde and I shall neuer stand in nede For in pasture exceadinge good he leadeth me to fede He causeth me to laye me doune in pasture full of grasse And dryueth me to caulme waters that be so cleare as glasse He calleth my soule backe agayn and causeth me to make My iourney in the waye of ryght for his holy names sake Thoughe I shoulde go through the valey of the shadowe of death I wil be withoute feare of yll all the dayes of my breath For thou arte aye present with me thou doest me not forsake Thy rodde and staffe do comforte me and do me merye make Ouer agaynst my foes thou wylt spreade a table for me Annoynte myne heade wyth oyle and fyl my cuppe with greate plentie But let thy mercyfull goodnes folowe me all my lyfe And then shall I dwel in thyne house wythoute debate or stryfe The .xxiiij. Psalme THe earth and al that it holdeth do to the lorde belonge The world and al that dwel therin as wel the olde as yonge For it is he that aboue al the seas hath it founded And that aboue the freshe waters hathe the same prepared Who is it that shal ascend vp into the lordes mountayne And who shal in his holy place abyde styl and remayne That shall the man with giltlesse handes and hert pourged throughly Who doeth not geue his mynde nor swere to fraude nor vanitye The same shall receyue of the Lorde blessinge and al encrease And of hys God and sauyoure he shal haue ryghteousnes This is the nacion of them that seke the Lorde I saye It is the seede of Iacob that seketh his face alwaye Lyfte vp youre heades and ope ye gates and ye dores eternall And then that moste gloriouse kynge shall passe in at you all Who is that kynge so gloryouse the Lorde stronge and myghtye The Lord that is moste noble in the powre of chyualrye Lyfte vp your heades and ope ye gates ye dores eternall And then that moste gloryouse kynge shall passe in at you all Who is that kynge so gloryouse let vs knowe whiche is he The Lorde of Hostes is that same kynge so gloriouse to se The .xxv. Psalme O Lorde to the I lyfte myne herte my God I truste in the Let me not take shame leste my foes shoulde reioyce ouer me Yea Lorde let none that truste in the be put to open shame But let them that do fall from the be put in all the blame O Lorde make thy wayes knowne to me teache me thy lawes I saye Do thou vse me vnto thy pathes and trayne me in thy waye Lorde leade thou me forth in thy trueth and by vse make me stronge For thou arte God my Sauioure whome I seke al daye longe Remember thy mercyes O Lorde eke thy greate goodnes For sence the worlde was fyrste create they dyd yet neuer cease Lorde beare not the synnes of my youthe any longer in mynde But forget al the wickednes that thou doest in me fynde But for thy goodnes sake O Lorde I hūbly beseche the. Accordynge to thy greate mercye be thou myndfull of me The Lorde is good and eke rightwyse no man can this denye And therfore wyll enstruct synners in the waye certaynelye He wil guyde the meke in iudgement they shall do ryght I saye And the lowly in spyryte he wyl accustome to hys waye Al the wayes of the Lorde are founde mercye and trueth certes To them that kepe his couenaunt and hys testymonyes O Lorde forgeue my wyckednes for thine holy names sake For myne iniquitie is greate do not thou me forsake Whoso feareth the Lorde the same he wyl leade in the waye That he hym selfe shall chuse and wylbe his succoure and staye Hys mynd shal tarye in good thinges euer wythoute greuaunce Hys seede also shall haue the earth for their enherytaunce The Lorde shall make hys secrete knowne to them that do him feare In lyke
maner his couenaunt shal vnto thē appeare Wpon the Lorde my God myne eyes are alwaye surely set For he it is that doeth styll louse my fete oute of the nette Loke backe on thy seruaunt O Lord and take on me mercie For I am succourlesse I saye and in greate myserye The sorowes and cares of myne hert are made moste large in deede To leade me out of my trouble Lord God do thou make spede Lorde be holde myne afflyction and eke mine heauynes And take awaye from me my synnes and all my wyckednes Consyder thou myne enemies for they are ryght many And wythall vyolent despyte they do hate me deadly O Lorde I saye kepe thou my soule and eke delyuer me Let me neuer be put to shame for I do truste in the. O Lorde let perfectnes of lyfe and equitie kepe me Because I tarye for thy grace and put my truste in the. O God redeme thou Israell and thy people eche one From al their trouble and frō al their greate afflyctyon The .xxvi. Psalme IVdge me O Lord because I haue walked innocently And trusting in the Lorde I shall stande vp moste stedfastly O Lorde do thou searche proue me trye thou my renes and herte For I beholdinge thy mercye will not from thy trueth stert I do not syt emonge suche men as walke in vanitie Neyther go I in vnto them that worcke disceytfully The companye of wycked men I do hate moste deadly And wyth the vngodly I wyll not sytin company In innocencye wyll I washe myne handes wythoutten doubt And then thyne holy aultare Lorde I wyll compasse about That I may speake the wordes of prayse and magnyfye thy name And eke declare thy wōders al and thy wōderfull fame The dwellynge of thyne house I haue loued most entierely And the place of the tabernacle of thy great glorye Gather thou not my soule emonge them that dosynne in dede Neyther my lyfe emonge suche men as loue bloude for to shede In whose handes wyckednes is styll studied for before And whose ryght hande is neuer voyde of brybynge gyftes great store But I do walke innocentlye I studie no mans ylle Redeme me Lorde and shewe mercye to thy poore seruaunt styll My fote standeth in the streyght waye I do not go astraye In all companies I wyll prayse the Lorde of myght for aye The .xxvij. Psalme THe Lord is my lyght mine health of whome shoulde I feare take The Lord is the strength of my life who shoulde cause me to quake Whylse ylle men set their men in raye my fleshe for to deuour Myne enmyes dyd stumble and fall none coulde be their succoure Thoughe whole armyes shoulde bysydge me myne herte shall nothinge feare And though warres shoulde growe agaynst me yet woulde I not despeare I haue axte one thynge of the Lorde and wyll requyre the same That I maye dwell all my lyfe tyme in hys house wythoute blame That I may se the Lordes be autie so wōderfull in syght And walke about all hys temple that is so goodly dyght For in hys tent he wyll hyde me in tyme of myserie He will hyde me in the secrete of hys tent pryuelye He wyl lyfte me vp on the rocke he wyll lyfte vp myne heade Aboue my deadly enimyes that haue me cōpassed I wyll offer sacryfyces in hys tente with syngynge I wyl synge and reherse an hymne vnto the Lorde our kynge O Lorde heare thou my voyce wherwyth I do vpon thy call Be mercyfull to me I saye and heare my prayers all For thy sake hath myne herte sayde thus seke the Lorde O my face For I will endeuour O Lorde thy fauoure to purchase Hyde not nor turne thy face from me for thou art my succour Leaue me not of nor forsake me O God my sauiour For when my father and mother forsake me vtterly Then doeth the Lorde gather me vp and kepe me in salfetie Teache me thy waye Lorde and lead me in a path that is ryght For their sakes that lay wayte for me to take me yf they myght Geue me not vp to their pleasure that wyth me be angry For false wytnes stode agaynst me threate me iniurie Saue that I truste to se the pleasure of the Lorde of myght In the lande of the lyuyng I had dispeared out ryght Loke for the Lord truste in hym styl make thyne herte stoute and stronge And tarye for the Lorde I saye reuenge not thyne owne wronge The .xxviij. Psalme O Lord my strength I crye to the be not deafe leste I be Made lyke them that fall in the pyt yf thou speake not to me Heare the voyce of all my prayers whilse I do on the crye And lyfte vp myne handes towarde the dore of thy sanctuarye Do not repute or reken me emonge the vngodly Neyther emonge suche men as do commytte iniquytie Numbre me not with them I saye that do speake peaceably Wyth their neyghbours but in their herte do al myschiefe studie Geue them accordynge to their worcke let them be rewarded Accordyng to the wyckednes that they haue studyed Accordynge to their handy worckes so requite them their mede And geue to them the iust rewarde that they haue deserued Because they marckt not the Lordes workes nor thynges made by his myght He wyll caste them all doune agayne and not buylde them out ryght The Lorde of myght is moste worthy to be alwaye praysed Because he hath hearde my request hathe it accepted The Lorde is my strength and my shylde in him mine herte trusted And I receyued helpe wherfore myne herte is delyted And with my songe I will prayse him and eke his holy name I will remembre his goodnes and teache other the same The Lorde is the strength of them all that to Dauid dyd clynge Ryght so is he the saueyng health of hys annoynted kynge Preserue and kepe the people Lorde and blesse thyne herytaunce Feede them O Lorde and promote them do them euer aduaunce The .xxix. Psalme AScrybe vnto the Lorde all ye that in strength do excell Ascrybe glorye and honoure to the Lorde of Israel Ascrybe all glorye to the name of the Lorde moste myghtye Honour the Lorde in comlynes most decent and holy The Lordes voyce is vpon waters the gloryouse God thundreth Wonders vpon many waters the Lorde him selfe worcketh The voyce of the Lord is in powre without hym there is none The Lordes voyce is magnificence he doeth great thinges alone The Lordes voyce breaketh Cedre trees it breaketh them in twayne The Lorde I saye breaketh the greate Cedre trees of Lybane And he causeth them for to leape lyke a stere or bullocke Lybaine and Sirion as coltes of the vnicornes flocke Greate flammes of fyre slyt in sunder the Lordes voyce shuteth oute The many folde kyndes of lyghnynge are the Lordes worcke no doubt The Lordes voyce maketh the desert as of chylde to trauayle The Lord maketh Cades deserte to trauayl wythoute fayle The Lordes voyce causeth hyndes trauayle and maketh the
Lord and of much prayse worthy And to be feared aboue all the goddes that are sohye For all the goddes of the people are nothynge of valure But the Lorde hath made the heauens that are stydfaste and sure Honour and glorie are present before him in his syght Myght magnificence are in his sanctuarie pyght O ye housholdes of nations ascribe vnto the Lorde Glorie powre I saye ascribe all suche thynges to the Lorde Ascribe I saye vnto the Lorde glorie worthy his name Brynge sacrifice and enter in to hys courtes wyth the same Bowe your selfe to the Lorde in hys most goodly sacrarie As many as dwell on the earth feare ye the Lorde on hye Tell the Heathen the Lord doeth reygne the earth shall stande stidie For he shall minister the lawes wyth right and equitie Let the heauens be merie and glad and let the earth reioyce Let the sea and all thynges therin geue out asoundynge voyce Let the corne field and all that is therin reioyce I saye Then all the trees of the foreste let them synge out for ioye Let this be done before the Lorde because he is comeynge For he cometh to iudge the earth and trye ech mans doynge He shall iudge the round worlde I saye in right and equitie And all the people of the same he shall rule faythfully The .xcvij. Psalme LEt the earth and the Ilandes all reioyce and be merie For only the Lorde God reigneth and hath the imperie About him are cloudes and darcknes no man can hym beholde Right and equitie are the stayes that do hys throne vpholde The fyer of extreme iudgment shall go out before his face And shall on eche syde burne hys foes wyth out fauour or grace His lyghtnynges haue lyghtned the world on eche syde rounde about Whiche thynge whē the earth sawe she dyd for sorowe stand in doubt The hylles molt at the Lordes presence euen as the wax melteth At the presence I saye of him that all the worlde ruleth The heauens haue declared his iustice manifestly And all peoples haue playnly sene his honour and glorie Let all that worshyp Imagies and in vayne Goddes delyte Be confounded ye Goddes I saye falle downe in the Lordes syght Sion heard this and was right glad and Iudes danghters O Lord Reioyced for thy iuste iudgementes and dyd the same record For thou O Lord arte aboue all that vpō the earth are Aboue all the Goddes and rulars thou art exalted far Hate vice all ye that loue the Lord for his who seke goodnes He doeth kepe and deliuer from wycked mens cruelnes To them that be rightwise iuste lyght is sowne and doeth sprynge And vnto men of a sownde herte groweth vp reioyceynge Be merie in the Lorde ye that are full of rightuousnes And reioyce whē ye be myndfull of his great holines The .xcviij. Psalme SYnge a newe songe vnto the Lord for he hath wonders wrought By hys holy arme owne strength health to him selfe he brought His health and his saluatiō hath he made knowne and sene He hath reueyled his iustice before the heathens eien He hath had mynd of his mercie trueth towards Israell All the coastes of the earth haue sene oure goddes saueynge health well All ye that dwell vpon the earth synge prayses to the Lorde Breake out in voyce and eke reioyce synge in musickes corde Synge to the Lord vpon the harppe syng Psalmes to your harppynge Make swete noyse wyth trumpettes and shawmes before the Lorde and kynge Let the sea and all thynges therin geue out a sowndyng voyce Let all that dwell vpon the earth in lyke maner reioyce Let the freshe waters clap wyth handes as pleased wyth the thynge And let the mountaynes so reioyce that they sease not to synge Let this be done before the Lord because he is comeynge For he cometh to iudge the earth and trye ech mans doynge He shall iudge the rownde world I saye in right and equitie And all the people of the same he shall rule faythfully The .xcix. Psalme EVen when the Lord reigned alone the people made vprore Whylse he sate vpon Cherubim the earth was moued sore The Lorde is great myghtie in his owne citie Sion So is he high and aboue eche people and nation Let them set forth celebrate thy name Lord worthyly For it is greate worthy fear eke passynge holye A Kynge loueth ryghtwise dealynge but thou preparedst it And in Iacob thou dost the thynge that is boeth iuste and fyt Exalt I saye exalt the Lord our God that is on hye And fall downe at his fete for he is sacret and holye Amonge his priestes was Moses and hys brother Aaron And of them that dyd crie on hym good Samuell was one They cried to hym and he hearde them spake to them agayne Out of a cloude to kepe all his lawes they were ryght fayne O Lorde our God thou heardest them dydst them not denye Thou wast to them a loueynge God plagegeynge theyr vayne studie Exalt the Lorde our God and caste your selfe prostrate on grownde At the hyll of hys holynes for holye is he fownde The C. Psalme ALl earthly men synge to the Lorde worshyp hym gladly Come merily into his syght reioyceynge hertily Acknowledge that the Lord is God for he is our maker ▪ And not we ours but hys people and flocke no doubt we are Enter his gates to geue him thanckes his courtes to synge prayse Set him forth wyth prayses and laude his name all maner wayes For the Lord is right mercifull eke right good I saye His mercie shall neuer haue ende neither his trueth decaye The Cj. Psalme MErcie and iudgment wyll I synge of them my songe shall be Of mercie and iudgment O Lord I wyll synge vnto the. I wyll walke wysely in sure waye tyl thou do come to me Wythout spotte or blemysh of herte in myne house wyll I be I wyll purpose no wyckednes ne dede worthy of blame All wycked doars wyll I hate and put from me the same The peruerse and the froward herte shall not abyde wyth me Neither shall the maliciouse of myne acquayntaunce be Such as theyr neighbours mysse reporte in secrete I wyll stroye I wyll not abyde such one as wyth proude herte loketh hye Such wyll I seke to dwell wyth me as be faythfull in dede And such as walke innocently shall serue me at my nede He shall not dwel wythin myne house that worcketh any gyle And he that speaketh lyes shall not dwell wyth me any whyle All the vngodly of the earth I wyll destroye quickly ▪ That the wycked doars may be put out of the citie The Cij Psalme O Lord heare and graunt my prayer and do it not denie And let my greate lowde cryinge come vp to the on hye Hyde not thy face from me O Lord but heare me in distresse And when I call to the for helpe graunt it wyth redines For my dayes be wasted lyke
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
let the man that hath muche talke haue no sure dwellynge place And let euell huntte the violent tyll he falle on hys face I knowe that in the abiectes cause the Lorde wyll do iudgment And wyll reuenge theyr cause that be boeth pore and impotent Certes the iuste men wyll confesse and acknowledge thy name· And the good men shall styll abyde in thy syght wythout blame The .cxli. Psalme O Lorde vpon the do I cal wherfore haste the to me And with thyne eares receyue my voyce when I do to the crye Lorde let my prayar stande instede of incense in thy syght And the lyftynge vp of myne handes for sacrifice at nyght O Lorde appoynte thou to my mouth a garde and custodie And a thynge that maye kepe the dore of my lyppes in saftie Do not enclyne or bowe myne herte to any wycked thynge Leste by wycked mens helpe I do thynges therto belongeynge Neiter do thou suffer me Lord to vse theyr deyntye thynges Nor to be geuen to theyr waste and to their bancketynges Let the iust stryke me wyth good wyll and tell me of my misse Let not myne heade refuse oyntment that most preciouse is For so shall I remayne and praye for them that my foes be Whylse they imagyne inuent all yll thynges agaynst me Let theyr iudges be sent downe by stonie places and neare My wordes for they shall be pleasaūt full of hertie chere Our bones are scattered nygh death and the mouth of the graue Lyke as where one hath clouen wodde or dygged vp a caue But vnto the O Lorde O Lorde myne eies do I styll caste ▪ And haue my trust in the wherefore turne not my soule to waste Kepe me that I fal not into the snare they sored for nie Neither into the snares or gynes of men that wycked be And let the vngodly and the wycked fall togyther Into theyr owne nettes but let me walke on styll yet further The .cxlij. Psalme WYth my voyce moste hertie wordes to the Lorde wyll I crye And wyth my voyce also I wyll praye to him busily In his presence I wyll poure out my wordes and tell my mynde And wyll open to hym all the dainger that doeth me bynde And when the spirite that is in me doeth faynte for verie wo ▪ Then doest thou knowe my path that they hyd esnares where I go When I do loke on the ryght syde no guide there do I see All wayes to scape are closed vp none taketh thought formuch Wherefore O Lorde I crie to the and on this wyse I saye Thou art myne helpe and portion emonge them that lyue aye Geue eare and hearcken to my crie for I am pore in dede And set me fre from them that haue agaynst me preuayled Rydde me I saye from them that be my persecutours fell ▪ And leade my soule out of prisone wherin they do me quell That I may acknowledge thy name and that the iuste maye be Full of ioye for the benifites that thou haste shewed me The .cxliij. Psalme LOrde heare my supplication and perceyue my desyre And for thy trueth and thy iustice graunt that I do requyre Lorde enter not wyth thy seruant into iudgment and right For no lyueynge man can be founde that is iuste in thy syght For the enmie doeth persecute my soule most cruelly And hath dashed my lyfe agaynst the groūd most spytefully And into dearcke places he hath thruste me headlonge also Euen as I were lyke to the men that were deade longe ago And my spyrite wythin me doeth faynte doeth begyne to sayle And myne herte wythin my bodie is striken wyth meruayle Yet do I calle to memorie the tymes that earste haue ben And to comment and treate of al thy deedes I do begynne I do cōment and speake I saye of all that thou haste done And of the worcke of thyne handes Lorde I do talke and reasone Myne handes I haue opened to the and lyfte them vp on hye And my soule doeth wishe after the as the earth that is drye O Lorde do thou heare me shortlye and graunt me my request For my sprite is allredy faynte and fayleth in my breaste vnto the synge For God geueth health vnto kynges and hath deliuered Hys seruant Dauid from the swerde that would haue him kylled Deliuer me and set me free from strayngers powre and myght Whose mouth speaketh vayne thynges and eke theyr hande do nothynge right That in theyr youth oure sonnes maye sprynge and growe vp lyke yonge trees And our daughters lyke embossementes decked lyke palaices And let our store houses be full yeldynge vitayle for aye And our ewes yeane eleauen thousande in our streates and highwaye Let our oxen learne to labour let not our walles fall downe Let ther be none exyle of men nor out crye in our towne That people is happye and bleste that lyueth in this sorte Bleste is the people whose God is the Lorde of all confort The .cxlv. Psalme OH thou that arte my God kynge I wyll the magnifie And thyne holy name wil I preach tyme out of memorie I wyll preach the dayly I saye my worckes shall do the same And wythout ende of tyme I wyll prayse thy moste holy name Greate is the Lorde and most worthy of all prayse wythout doubt Whose magnitude is such that it can not be searched out Al tymes doe prayse thy worckes O Lord they are allwaye praysed And right so are thy noble actes euermore declared I wyll talke of the decore of thy maiesties glorie And of the thynges that thy handes haue wrought so wonderfully The strength of thy wonderfull worckes men shall declare and preache And thy magnitude and greatnes I wyll declare and teache The memorie of thy goodnes passeynge great mercie Men shall brynge forth and celebrate thy iustice merily The Lorde is good and mercifull and also patient Not hastie to be reuenged but to much mercie bent Towardes all men is the Lord right good none can this thynge denye And vpon all hys hādye worckes he sheweth his mercie All the worckes of thyne holy hādes Lord do to the confesse And men that be thy loueynge frendes do the preach and wytnes The maiestie of thy kyngdome men do declare and preache And of thy strength and fortitude they do frame all their speache That vnto men they maye expounde thy doynges so mightie And eke the maiestie of all thy noble imperie Thy kyngdome is sempiternall it had no begynnynge And thy rule lasteth through all tymes and shall haue no endynge All that are lyke to falle the Lorde doeth holde vp and sustayne And such as are alredie downe he lyfteth vp agayne The eies of all thynges loke on the and do thy wyll abyde And thou doeste geue them theyr due foode in theyr due tyme and tyde Thyne hand thou settest wyde vpon and doest full satisfie The appetite of all the thynges that lyue vnder the skye The Lorde is iuste in all hys wayes vniustly doeth
he nought So is he benigne and gentle in all that he hath wrought The Lord is preste and styll at hande with all that on hym crye To all I saye that call on hym wyth herte vnfaynedly And to all such as do hym feare he doeth all that they wyll He doeth heare theyr clamour and crye and eke kepe them from ille The Lorde kepeth all that loue hym none ille shall come them nye ▪ But he destroyeth all that be wycked and vngodly My mouth shall speake the Lordes praises and all flesh shall declare ▪ Hys holy name from tyme to tyme tyll no tyme be to spare The .cxlvj. Psalme MY soule prayse thou the Lord for I wyll prayse him my lyfe longe And whylse I lyue vnto my God I wyll aye make my songe Put not your truste or confidence in princes or in man That hath no maner powre to saue though he do what he can Whose bodie when the breath is gone shal turne to earth agayne And then shall all hys thoughtes decaye as moste foleyshe and vayne The man is bleste that hath the God of Iacobbe for hys ayde And whose hope and only truste is vpon hys Lorde God stayed For he made boeth heauen and earth and all thynges in the same And hath kept hys true couenant for euer wythout blame So doeth he reuenge the oppreste and nourishe the hungrye And the Lord lowseth the captyue that lyue in miserie The Lorde doeth open the blyndes eies lyfte vp such as falle And the iust that walke in hys wayes he loueth aboue all He kepeth strayngers maketh Orphantes and wydowes hye But he depraueth men that are wycked and vngodly The Lorde thy God I saye Sion shall reigne for euer more Through all ages and tymes I saye prayse ye the Lorde therfore The .cxlvij. Psalme PRayse God for it is verie good and pleasaunt for to synge To our God and to geue hym prayse is also besemeynge For the citie Ierusalem the Lorde doeth buylde certayne And wyll gather suche as are fledde and brynge them home agayne He healeth the broken herted eke theyr sorowes all He hath the number of the starres doeth them by name calle Our Lord is greate and eke of powre excedynge greate in dede Whose wisedome and intellygence can not be numbered For he doeth brynge vp to honour mē that are oppressed And to the grounde he doeth caste downe such men as are wycked Synge to the Lorde wyth verse for verse and thanckes geueynge also And synge to our God wyth the harppe that so swetly doeth go For he doeth hyde the skye wyth clowdes and make rayne for the grounde And causeth great plentie of grasse on hygh hylles to be founde He geueth pasture and fedynge vnto the beastes all And to the rauens yonge chyckenes that do vpon hym call That he delyteth in is not the force of horses stronge Nor yet the legges of myghtie men be they neuer so longe And in such men as do feare are hym the Lord hath his delyte And in such as do tarie for hys mercie daye nyght O thou citie Ierusalem prayse the Lorde wythout staye ▪ And thou Sion prayse thou thy God and walke forth in hys waye For he doeth fortifie thy gates and make thy dore barres stronge So doeth he geue felicitie vnto thy chyldrē yonge And he hath ordeyned that peace should in all thy coastes be And wyth the fatnes of the wheate he hath satisfied the. He sendeth downe hys holye worde vnto the earth so lowe That it myght renne forth spedilye and that men myght hym knowe He geueth snowe as whyte as woule such is hys powre and myght And lyke asshes he sprinckeleth the hore froste in the nyght He casteth out his Isse lyke plates who can his colde sustayne And sendynge downe his holy worde he melteth them agayne He melteth them agayne I saye and maketh the wynde blowe Vpon them that the waters myght take theyr ryght course and flowe But vnto Iacob he geueth his worde and his precept And to Israell his decres and iudgmentes to be kept He hath not dealed on this sorte wyth any nation Nor shewed hys iudgmentes vnto them prayse the Lorde O Son The .cxlviij. Psalme OH you heauenly citisens prayse ye the Lorde on hye Prayse him in the hygh places and do hys name magnifie Prayse ye him Oh his angelles all that are his messengers Prayse hym also all ye that be hys heauenly souldiers Oh sunne and mone prayse ye the Lorde and all ye starres so cleare ▪ prayse ye the Lord Oh ye heauens that most hygh do appeare Ye hygh heauens I saye prayse hym and ye waters that be Heaped togither in the cloudes the Lorde your God prayse ye Let these thynges prayse the Lorde I saye and eke his holy name For at hys only worde he hath create made the same And them he hath established for euer to abyde And appoynted them an order from whiche they can not slyde Prayse ye the Lorde ye lyueynge thynges that on the earth do go Ye dragons and ye deapnesses prayse ye the Lorde also The fyre the hayle the snowe and myste and eke the wynde stormie That foloweth the Lordes precept let it prayse hym on hye The mountaynes and al little hylles the tree that fruitfull is And all the Ceders of the wodde prayse ye the kynge of blysse Let all bruite beastes and crepeynge thynges and all the byrdes that flye Let the kynges of the earth their peoples prayse hym truly Let the princes and all iudges that rule the earth by myght All yonge men and eke all virgynes prayse hym boeth daye and nyght Let all men that are of yeres olde and of tyme auncient And also men of growynge age to the lordes prayse be bent Let these I saye prayse the Lordes name for it only is hye And doeth excede the earth and eke the heauen in glorie And he hath made his people stronge and hys frendes prayse worthy The sonnes of Iacob a people that he setteth store by The .cxlix. Psalme SYnge a newe songe vnto the Lorde reioyce in hym alone And synge hys prayse in hys deare church and congregation Let Israell reioyse in hym that made him of nothynge And let the chyldrē of Sion reioyce in theyr owne kynge Let them prayse his name wyth the pype and eke wyth the tymbrelle And synge to hym vpon the harppe that sowneth swete and well For the Lorde doeth fauour his flocke and eke hys people all ▪ And doeth sett forth all such wyth health as are captyue and thralle Let them that be gentle and good reioyce wyth great honour And in theyr beddes let them reioyce and synge wyth great pleasure Let goddes prayse be styll in theyr throte let them speake no vayne worde And let goddes worde be in theyr hande as a two edged sword That on the Heathen they maye be reuenged of theyr wronge And right so correct the peoples that they shall dwell emonge