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
enim Propheta altissimi de quo testatur solus ille omnipotens uirum secundum cor suum inuenisse se Haec dum cogito atque imis sensibus recolere incipio uos mihi uos inquam a quibus est si qua sit in me literatura indissolubilibus argumentis posse conuincere uidemini uestrum hoc esse totum in uestram debere cedere gloriaÌ„ quicquid id erit quod ingenij mei tenuitas pepererit Quum enim rudis adhuc atque omnium literarum expers Oxoniae studere instituissem inops atque inopia coactus ab incepto pene destitissem misellus uos sed precipue tu Oglethrope ut non dicam solum in uestrà literarum palestram uestruÌ„ reuocastis Crooleum Me quidem reuocastis non muneribus aut amicorum precibus prouocati ut flens dico plerumque fit Oxoniae neque spe premij ducti nisi quod suspicor diuinum expectastis premium sed nullis muneribus nullis amicorum precibus soliciti me indigum atque omnibus bonis destitutum atque uix ausum tale quicquam a uobis petere libere atque uestrapte sponte eligere uoluistis Adhaec res ipsa quam tractaui cum sit totius scripturae pandecte atque uerum Christianae Ecclesiae Gazophilacium non nisi eruditissimos pijssime doctos patronos decet Indecorum enim est Martem praeficere Musis aut Mineruam Bellonae substituere Imò contra Quis unquam qui Gentem domuit aut prouinciam bello adquisiuit eandem ducibus bellorum inexpertis defendendam tradidit Sed heus tu dicet sorte aliquis quos tu Magdalenenses facis Sunt ne omnium doctissimi Non habet Anglia Magdalenensibus doctiores qui Christum magis sapiunt Sunt patres conscripti sunt Episcopi sunt magninominis praelatimu ti Non est inter eos quisquam dignus qui tuis patrocinetur laboribus Sunt hercle ex his doctissimi dignissimi qui doctissimorum lucubrationibus quid ni nostris ludicris patro cinentur Alit etiam Oxoniae per multos quibus uos uiri studiosissimi palmam porrigere non grauabimini scio non est tamen quisquam cui ego ingenij mei fructus aeque debeo atque uobis quibus ut dixi totam illam quae in me est eruditionis sâ—ntillam debeo Praeterea ego uos pernoui iam binis lustris uestrae lenitatis experientiam habui quo sit quod maiori cum fiducià ausâ—m a uobis petere laborum meorum patrocinium uestro nomini dedicare quod alijs uix ausim proponere legendum Postremo uos me nouistis eruditionis meae tenuitatem habetis cognitam luâ—e igitur vestro potestis hoc officija me exigere ut uos pro Censoribus semper agnoscam quibus lucubrationes meas omnes relinquam corrigendas Accipite igitur haec incondita quidem ut me indicent autorem bom consulite ut uobis est dignum Atque si quid mepte indecte aut minus eleganter sit dictuÌ„ id totum curis huius uitae quibus undique opprimor ascribite Solida enim studia integrum requirum animum neq fieri potest ut qui manibus uictum queritant sâ—m licet studiosâ—simi aliquid eximij faciant in re literaria nisi in eis spiritus ilâ—e sapientiae operetur occulte Perlegite igitur obsecro Psalmorum hunc libellum hoc tantum animo ut per uestram diligentiam ab erroribus quibus per inscitiaÌ„ nostram scatet quam cito repurgetur Ego pro ingenij eruditionis meae portiuncula ad sensum reddidi uos pro uestra plenitudine annotationibus adhibitis loca difficiliora exponite ut simul cum iucunda lexione percipiatur ueritas Inuenietis quidem multa TheologoruÌ„ multorum placitis contraria nam solam Leonis Iudae uersionem sum secutus quod is mihi uidetur interpresprae caeteris omnibus fidelis Quod scio tamen nihil impium aut Christianae ueritati dissonum habet haec nostra translatio Imo ut hanc ansam praeripiam calumniatori Deum qui renes scrutatur corda conscientiae meae testem assumo hanc curam mihi fuisse precipuam ut uerum Germanum sensum exprimeret nostra uersio Valete studiosi studiosis fauete Ex officina nostra Londini Septembris 20. Anno salutis nostrae 1549. Vester Robertus Croleus ¶ The fyrst Psalme of Dauid THat man is happy and blessed that hath not gone astraye In the counsel of wycked men nor stande in synners waye The man is blest I say that hath not sate in companye With scornefulmen that thyncke wysedom to reste in them onelye But hath in the lawe of the Lorde set hys onely delyght And will in the same exercise hym selfe both daye and nyght He shal be like a tree planted faste by the ryuerssyde That doeth bringe forth and geue her fruite in her due tyme and tyde And as the leafe therof doeth not fall but florishe and stande So shall all thynges prospere ryght well that he doeth take in hande The wicked shal be nothinge like but as leaues that are drye And as the chaffe and thynges of naught that with the wynde do flye Therfore the wicked shall not ryse and stande in the iudgement Neyther synners emonge the iuste that seke Goddes testament For the Lord knoweth the iust mans way and hath it allowed But the way of the wicked men shal be quite destroyed The .ij. Psalme WHy do the Gentiles runne on heapes with suche rage and tumult Why do the people syt and muse on vayne thinges consult The kynges and rulars of the earth do cluster and conuent Agaynst the Lorde and are agaynste his annoynted full bent Shall we be bounde to them say they let al their bondes be broke And of their doctrine and their lawes let vs reiect the yoke But he that dwelleth in heauen doeth their doynges deryde And maketh theÌ„ al mocking stockes through oute the worlde so wyde And in hys wrath the Lorde wyl speake to them vpon a daye And in hys furye trouble them and then the Lord wyll saye Vpon myne holy hyll Syon my kynge I haue poynted And ouer all my chosen flocke I haue hym annoynted Then shall the kynge saye thus agayne hys wyl I wyll declare And eke recyte al maner thynges that in his decrees are For vnto me the Lorde him selfe sayde in thys wyse I wote Thou arte my deare and only sonne to daye I the begotte It thy requeste I wyll geue the as heyres all nacyons And al the borders of the earth for thy possessyons Wyth a scepter a mase of stele thou shalte rule them I saye And shalt breake them into peces as a potte made of claye O ye kinges and ye rulars al get ye wysedome therfore And eke ye iudges of the earth of learnynge get ye store Se that ye serue the Lorde aboue in tremblynge and in feare And wyth reuerence se ye do
of Iacobs name no maner mention For wyth consent of herte these haue conspired together And made a couenaunt agaynste the that lyueste euer That is to saye the Edomites and eke the Ismalites The Moabites the Hagarenes and eke the Gebalites The Amonites Amalekites and eke the palestines ▪ And they that dwell in Tiria and in all the confines To them also are ioyned the assirians I wotte Who were the chiefe ayed and succoure vnto the sonnes of lot As thou dydst to Madianites at the riuer Kison And to Siser and to Labin so do to these echone For they were broken at Endor therby brought so lowe That from the donghill of the earth no man could them well knowe Let these men and theyr rulars haue the thynge that Oreb had And as Seeb Sebah and Salumna do thē rewarde These men haue sayed let vs calendge cleym to vs and ours Al the tabernacles of God his dwellynges his bowres O my God make thē lyke a wheele that no sure rest doeth fynd And as the stubble of the earth that rouleth wyth the wynde Let them be lyke the fyer that causeth great woodes to frye And lyke the flamme that burneth vp the mountaynes greate and hye So persecute them with thy stormes that they do no rest fynde And cast them flatte vpon the grounde with thy myghtie whyrlwynde ▪ Lord dashe al theyr faces ful of ignominie and shame That they maye be forced to seke after thyne holy name Let theyr shame and confusion be more more dayly Let them be shamed then let them perishe vtterly That they maye knowe that thou whose name is Lorde art he only That beaxeste rule through all the earth as Lorde and God most hye The .lxxxiiij. Psalme O Lorde of hostes how bewtifull and howe goodly in syght Are the tabernacles tentes that in thy champe are pight To dwel in the Lordes courtes my soule doeth longe excedynglye And to be wyth the lyueynge God myne herte and fleshe do crye For the verie sparowe hath founde a place wherin to dwell And the swallowe a neste where she maye kepe hir yonge ones well O Lord of myght that arte my kyng and eke my God for aye Thyne altares are the place wheron these byrdes do fynde theyr staye Happie and blessed are all they that in thyne house do dwell For they shall styll extoll thy name and thy great prayses tell Happie are the men that do put theyr confidence in the And in whose hertes thyne holy wayes are euident to se When they passe through the vale of teares wyth welles they shall it store ▪ And the rayne shall fyll the fyshe pondes tyll they wyll hold no more From heape to heape they shall procede in greate possession Eche of them shal playnly appeare before god in Sion Lord God of hostes heare my prayer O Iacobs God take hede O God our shild behold the face of Christ thyne anoynted For in thy courtes one daye passeth a thousand dayes elsewhere At thy dore then in wycked tentes I would dwelle much rather For the Lord God is a cleare sunne eke a tergat sure And geueth grace honour and all good thynges vnto the pure O Lorde of hostes that man is blesse and must nedes happye be That putteth hys only trust his cōfidence in the. The .lxxxv. Psalme O Lorde thou wylt be mercifull to thyne owne lande doubtlesse And wylt ryd all Iacobs kynred from thrauldome and distresse The wyckednes of thy people Lorde thou wylt take awaye And all theyr synnes trespases thou wylt hyde I dare saye Thou wylt take awaye all thyne hotte anger and furiouse feruour And wylt asswage thyne hotte anger and wrathfull displeasure Restore vs O God of our health and our saluation Restore vs and leaue of thy wrath and indignation What Wylt thou be styll wrath wyth vs shall thyne Ire haue none ende Wylt thou thy furie to the laste of all ages extende Arte thou not he that wyll returne and vs to lyfe restore That thy people maye be praysed in the for euermore O Lorde shewe vs thy greate goodnes and excedynge mercie And of thy saueynge health let thy pore seruantes haue plentie I wyll heare what the Lorde sayeth for al hys wordes doubtlesse Do byd his people and his saynctes declyne from wyckednes Certes his health is not far of from them that do hym feare So that our contrey nedeth not of honoure to despeare Mercie and trueth are met in one and are come togither ▪ So haue iustice and peace ioyned kyssynge one the other Fayeth shall sprynge vp out of the earth hir rote shall not decaye And iustice shall loke downe from far out of the heauens graye The Lorde also shall geue mercie and our land hir encrease And iustice shall walke before God treade in the playne wayes The .lxxxvj. Psalme O Lorde geue eare to thy seruant and graunt me my request For I a pore and simple wretch am vexed and oppreste Preserue my lyfe O Lord because my lyueynge is vpright Do thou saue thy seruant O God who trusteth in thy myght Be good to me O Lord because I call on the dayly There thou my mynde for vnto the O Lord I lyfte it hye For thou O Lorde arte good in dede and eke full of mercie Thy bountifull goodnes is large towardes all that on the crie Geue eare O Lord to my prayer ponder my request In my trouble I call on the for to heare thou arte prest Ther is not one amonge the goddes O Lord lyke vnto the Neither is there any that doeth such worckes as thy worckes be All nations that thou haste made shall come and honour the And shall set forth thy name O Lorde wyth prayse and wyth glorie And that because thou alone arte great and stronge in theyr syght And doest wonderfull actes and arte alone the God of myght Direct me in thy wayes and I shall in thy trueth procede O Lorde constrayne myne herte to feare thyne holy name in dede I wyll prayse the O Lord my God that wyth all myne herte And from the prayses of thy name my mynde shall neuer sterte For doubtlesse thy mercie towardes me doeth in greatnes excell For thou haste rydde my soule out of the lougher pyt of hell The proude arrogant O God are risen agaynst me And the cruell sorte seke my soule and haue no feare of the. But thou Lorde God arte redie to mercie and forgeuenes Slowe to anger longe sufferyng and full of faythfullnes Loke backe and take mercie on me Lorde after thyne olde wonne Geue thy strength to thy pore seruaunte saue thyne handmaydes sonne Shewe some signe of thy loue toward me that such as do me hate Maye shame to se that thou Lorde dost me helpe and consolate The .lxxxvij. Psalme THe bases and foundations of Sion are faste set In the mountaynes and hylles that are boeth holye and sacrete The Lorde beareth more fauour to the cities of
smoke and my bones brent lyke fyre Myne herte is wythered lyke heye to eate I ne desyre My bones and fleshe cleane togither through sorowe of myne herte I am made lyke the pellicane and howlet of desert I haue watched and am become lyke a sparowe alone Syttyng on the rydge of the house in whom confort is none I was dayly reuiled of such as myne enmies were And they reioyced ouer me and gan by me to swere I dyd eate asshes lyke as breade blende teares in my cup For thy greate wrath because to plage me thou dydst lyfte me vp My dayes are gone lyke a shadowe and I am dryed lyke haye But thou Lord shalt continew styll and be in mynde for aye Ryse vp O Lorde take mercie pitie on Sion Because the tyme poynted therto doeth nowe drawe fast vpon For thy seruantes beare fauour to the stones of that citie And to caste out the duste therof they do desyer greatly And let the heathen feare the name of the Lord in lyke case And all the kynges of the earth the maiestie of his face For the Lord built Sion and was sene in his maiestie And regardyng the pores requeste he dyd it not denie This thynge shall be lefte in wryttynge to our posteritie And people that shall then be borne shall prayse God certenly For the Lord loketh from aboue from his sanctuarie And he shall loke vpon the earth out of the heauen hye That he maye heare the waylynge of men in captiuitie And deliuer them out of bondes that are iudged to die That men maye celebrate and prayse the Lordes name in Sion And hys prayse in Ierusalem hys habitacion When the peoples and kyngdomes all shall be brought into one To honoure and worshyp the Lorde the Lord I saye alone But he hath afflicted and broke my strenght vpon the waye And hath cut of and shortened my tyme and fatalle daye I wyll therfore saye O my God take me not at myd age For thyne yers continue for aye and shall neuer aswage For thou dydst fyrste laye the grownde worcke of the earth that is rownde And the worckes of thyne handes also the hygh heauens are founde Which all shall perishe but thou shalt remayne styll vnmoued ▪ All thynges shal war olde lyke a cote and be by the chaynged But thou bydest the same for aye thyne yeres shall haue none ende Let the sonnes of thy seruantes byde and do theyr sede defend The .ciij. Psalme MY soule preach declare the Lord preach and spreade out his fame And eke my bowelles euerye one preach ye hys holy name Preach and declare the Lorde I saye my soule and kepe in mynde The benifites great goodnes that in him thou dydst fynde He forgeueth the all thy fautes and thyne iniquities And healeth all thy syknesses and thyne infirmities From the powre of the destroyer he setteth thy lyfe free His benifites mercies all he heapeth vpon the. With thynges that are dulcet and swete he doeth aye fyll thy mouth That lyke as doeth the egle thou mayest recouer thyne youth The Lorde wyth iustice doeth reuenge all such as are oppreste And to deliuer innocentes he is redie and preste His lawes and his commaundementes to Moses dyd he tell So dyd he to Iacobs chyldren hys studies counsell The Lorde is kynd and mercifull when synnars do hym greue Longe sufferynge wyth patience and redie to forgeue He vseth not to chyde braule wyth worddes continually Neither to be styll myndfull of a wrōge or iniurie He doeth not vse to handle vs accordynge to our synne Ne rewardeth the wickednes that we haue lyued in For as the space is wondrouse great twyxt earth and heauen aboue So is hys goodnes muche more large to thē that do hym loue He doeth remoue our synnes from vs and our offences all As far as is the sunne risynge full distant from his fall And loke what pitie parentes deare vnto theyr chyldren beare Lyke pitie doeth the Lorde beare to all such as do hym feare For our state and condicion he knoweth certenly And that we be nought else but duste he hath in memorie He knoweth also that mans tyme is lyke to the wydderynge haye Or lyke the fayre floure of the field that fadeth sone awaye Whose fayre beautie the stormie wyndes do vtterly disgrace And brynge him out of knowledge wyth men that dwell in that place But yet the goodnes of the Lorde towardes them that do him feare Shall dure for aye and his iustice towardes theyr nephewes so deare Towarde such I saye as kepe his hestes and beare in memorie His lawes and institutions to do them perfectly The Lorde hath prepared set his throne in heauen so hye And hys kyngdome ruleth all thynges that are vnder the skye Ye angelles of the Lorde preach hym ye myghtie men I saye Put the Lordes busines in vre and to hys worde obey Preach the Lord O hys armies all preach and set hym forth styll For whylse ye be hys mynisters ye do performe his wyll O ye worckes of the Lorde preach hym throughout his imperie Preach him my soule cease not my soule to preach the Lorde boldly The .ciiij. Psalme MY soule preach set forth the Lord O my Lord God saye I Thou arte myghtie in noble actes clad with bryght glorye For my God is clothed wyth lyght euē as wyth a garmēt And hath spredde forth the heauens as the curten of a tent He hath builded his parlars in the waters vp on hye And hath made the cloudes hys charet and doeth wyth the wynde flye All such he hath made spirites as do on his message go So hath he made his ministers hotte flameynge fyre also The earth also he hath buylded vpon grownd worcke so sure That for the perfect worcke therof it myght euer endure In lyke maner he hath hyd the depe as wyth a garment To make the waters stand aboue the hylles was his intent But they flye and dare not abyde when thou byddest them staye And at the sowne of thy thunder they renne hastly awaye They renne I saye ouer the hylles and eke the valeys wyde Vntyl they come vnto the place where thou wylt they shall byde A marcke thou hast set ouer whych they may not passe certayne Leste they should ouer flowe the earth and couer it agayne Then sendest thou forth springynge welles whose stremes do rore crie That they may renne betwene the hylles that on ech syde are hye That all the wylde beastes of the field myght dryncke therof plentie And that the wylde asses also myght drynck when they be drye And that the foules of the ayer that on the trees do synge Myght lyue nygh them haueynge fast by theyr abode and dwellynge Out of the cloudes his dwellynge place he geueth the hylles rayne Wyth the fruite of hys worckes he doeth fyll the earthfull certayne He bryngeth forth haye for catell grasse for mans tyllage That bread myght sprynge out of the
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
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
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Psalme O Lorde our Lorde howe wonderfull is thy most holy name Throughout the earth that aboue heauēs thou spreadest out thy fame Thou haste brought strength oute of the mouth of babes and sucklinges yonge For thy foes sakes to weken them that reuenge their owne wronge But thyne heauens I wyl behold thyne handiworckes I saye The mone and starres that thou hast made and prepared for aye What thynge is mortall man that thou doest him neuer forget And the sonne of man what is he that thou doest him vyset For vnto God thou hast made him litle inferiour Thou hast compassed hym wyth suche glory and suche honour Thou hast made him lord of the worckes that thyne handes haue formed And eke all thinges vnder hys fete thou hast constytuted Al flockes of shepe and droues of beastes thou diddest to him geue And eke the labouryng beastes that in the feldes do lyue The foules that lyue in the ayre with fyshes great and smalle That lyue by the sea and all thynges that passe by the sea walle O Lorde that arte our Lorde I saye oure mayster and our guyde How wonderfull Lord is thy name through oute the earth so wyde The .ix. Psalme I Wyll set forth and prayse the Lorde with al myne herte in dede And al hys wonderful worckes shal by my be declared I wyll be glad eke reioyce in the O thou most hye And to thyne holy name I wyl synge moste reioyceyngly Whylse my foes shall be driuen backe and caused to recoyle They shall fal and peryshe before the as mē made a spoyle For thou art my iudgement and haste iudged all my debate Thou ryghteouse iudge I saye thou hast sate on thy iudgement seate Thou haste blamed the Heathen and destroyed the wycked And for euer also thou haste theyr name abolyshed Now are thi wastes all at an ende O thou fierse enemye Wyth the cytyes that thou cuntest doune gone is their memorye But the Lorde doeth reygne for euer hys kyngedome hath no ende Hys iudgement seate is made ready to iudge them that offende And he shall iudge the rounde compas of the worlde by iustice And emonge the people he shall geue vpryght sentences The Lorde shal be asure refuge vnto the oppressed He shal be a salfegarde I saye when men be afflycted Suche as haue knowne thyne holye name styke vnto the only For thou Lorde doest not forsake them that seke the studyously Synge to the Lorde that doeth abyde in the cyty Syon Shewe hys counselles in eche people and in eche nacyon For he that doeth reuenge the slayne shall none of them forget Neyther the crye of suche men as are wyth troubles bysette Be mercyfull to me O Lorde and do my troublese That of mine enmies I suffer and frō death lyfte vp me That I maye tel all thy prayses in the gates of Syon And I shal be glad and reioyce in thy saluacyon The Heathen stycke fast in the pytte that they haue prepared And in the net that they haue hyd their fote is entangled The Lord is knowne by his iustice and the wycked tangled Wyth the worckes of hys wycked handes a thynge to be noted The wycked and vngodly men shal slyde doune into hell And all the Heathen that forget the God of Israell For neyther shall the indigent be forgottē for aye Nor the hope of the afflicted be alway vayne I saye Aryse O Lord least mortal man preuayle by mayne and myght And let the heathen nacyons be iudged in thy syght Lorde set a mayster ouer them that maye kepe them styll thraulle And let the heathen nacyons learne that they be mortalle The .x. Psalme LOrde why standest thou so farre of why doest thou not drawe nye Why doest thou hide thyselfe in the tyme of our myserye When the vngodly waxeth proud the afflycted doeth smart Let them be taken in the wycked counselles of their herte For he prayseth the wicked man for that he desyreth The couetouse he calleth bleste the Lorde he blasphemeth In hys haute lokes the wycked man setteth all thynges at nought The God of myght is neuer founde in his vngodly thought The lawes and constytucyons of God do greue him styl At all ceasons they do wythstande his moste vngodly wyll Thy iudgementes Lord are lifted vp ful hygh aboue hys syght And agaynst all his enemies he threateneth to fyght He wyl thincke and saye in his herte I wyll not bowe nor bende From discommodities I wil my selfe euer defende Hys mouth is ful of periurye disceyte and vsurie Oppressyon and vanitye do vnder hys tonge lye In the courtes he layeth awayte to kyll the innocent And agaynste the multytude of the pore hys eyes be bent Lyke as a lyon in hys denne he wayteth in secrete To take the afflycted that is wyth myserye besette That he maye take the poore I saye that is in myserie By drawynge hym into his net by crafte and subtyltie Throughe hys force and hys violence is broken and opprest The multytude of them that haue in mysery no reste And in hys herte thus hath he sayde God forgetteth certayne Turnynge asyde hys face that he myght not se them agayne O Lorde and God aryse I saye lyft vp thine hande and power Forget thou not the afflycted but do thou them succour For why shoulde the vngodly men God in such sort blaspheme And in their herte say that thou wylt not requyre it of them But thou hast sene for thou doest marcke vngodlynes and wronge To put the same into thine hande so myghtye and so stronge The myserable multytude committe them selfes to the For thou art wont to succour suche as wythoute succour be Breake the vngodlyes arme thou shalt seke the wycked man And hys vngodlynes and shalt fynde neyther of them than The Lorde is kyng for euer more and whē all is ended And from hys lande all the heathen people haue peryshed Lord thou haste heard the poore mens cry and wylt gouerne their hert And vnto them thyne eare thou wilt diligētly conuert That thou mayst reuenge the pupyl and the poore oppressed That hēseforth the lyke be not by mortal mē attempted The .xi. Psalme IN the Lorde haue I put my truste how to my soule saye ye Oute of youre mount euen as the byrd se that thou awaye flee For lo the wycked bent their bowe and set their shaftes therin That in the darcke they myght shote them that in herte do not synne Seynge the nettes be broke therfore and the lawes set at nought What coulde the iust man do therin though he toke care and thought But the Lorde in his holy place hath hys throne in heauen His eyes beholde and his eye leddes do serch the sonnes of men The Lorde alloweth the iuste man but he hateth deadly The wycked and suche as do loue force and iniquitie Vpon the wycked he wyll rayne snares fyre and brymstone And eke a stormye burninge wynde thys is their lotte eche one Because the Lorde
him selfe is iuste he loueth ryghteousnes And with hys countenaunce he wyl loke vpon the gitles The .xij. Psalme O Lorde do thou saue and kepe nowe for frendshyppe ther is none The true and faythfull of promyse are from emonge men gone Wyth his neyghbour eche man speaketh wordes disceytfull and vayne Wyth smoth lyppes but with double hertes they speake to them certayne The Lorde shall cut of al suche lyppes as speake fayre but falsly And the tonge that speaketh greate thinges herselfe to magnifye All suche I say as do saye thus let oure tonges be walkinge Our lyppes are on oure syde and who is our Lorde or our Kynge The Lorde shall saye now wyll I ryse for the destruccyon Of the oppressed and the nedies lamentacyon And them I will restore to healthe they shal not be oppreste I wyl geue them a breathynge tyme eke a quyete reste The Lordes sayinges are pure sayinges as syluer well tryed That in an earthē coffen hath ben seuen tymes wyll fyned O Lorde do thou saue and kepe them kepe backe the flatterar Oute of thys generacyon kepe hym backe for euer For when mē of most wicked lyfe do reigne and rule the route Then do the vngodly wander on eche syde rounde aboute The .xiij. Psalme LOrde howe longe wylt thou forget me what foreuer and aye Lorde how long wylt thou hyde thy face from thy seruaunt I saye How longe shall I consult in mynde and in myne hert trauayle Howe longe shall myne enmies agaynst thy poore seruaunt preuayle Loke backe and answere me O Lorde illumyne thou myne eyes And suffer me not in the death to sleape in any wyse Leste myne enmye shoulde say I haue agaynste him preuayled And suche as vexe me should reioyce yf I were weakened But I truste in thy greate goodnes and bountiful mercy And in thine health mine hert therfore reioyceth certaynely I will synge to the Lorde I saye with hert vnfaynedly Because he doeth requyte to me all thynges aboundantly The .xiiij. Psalme THe folyshe and Insipient whose thoughtes are euer vayne Do in their hert saye folishly there is no God certayne They folowe wayes that are corrupt and ahhomynable There is none that doeth the thinge that is good and laudable The Lorde loked doune from heauen vpon the sonnes of men To se yf there were anye wyse or to seke God geuen But al had fallen and were corrupt together in their waye There was no man that woulde do good no not one man I saye What knewe they nought al are wicked they eate my flocke as breade And on the Lorde they do not call in them there is no dreade There shall they be cast doune with feare the Lorde wyll them affraye For God is in the nacyon of the iuste men for aye Ye do deryde and laugh to scorne the coūsell of the poore Because the Lord is his whole trust his help and his succour Oh woulde to God Israell myghte haue health out of Syon Woulde God I saye the tyme were come of their saluacyon That God myght bryng his flocke againe oute of captyuytie That Iacob myght reioyce and eke Israell be mery The .xv. Psalme LOrde who shall haue hys dwelling place in thy tabernacle Who shall I saye fynde quyete rest in thy most holy hyll That shall the man that walketh ryght and doeth that vpryght is And he that in his hert to speake the trueth do neuer mysse He doeth not slaunder with hys tonge nor do hys neyghbour ylle Neyther doeth suffer him to be reuyled by his wyll The wicked and the reprobate are aye vyle in hys syght But suche as feare the Lorde he doeth honoure both daye and nyght And yf he sweare or make promyse concernynge any thinge Thoughe it shoulde be hys hynderaunce to passe he wyll it brynge He setteth not hys money out to vsury or gayne Nor taketh anye brybe to put the innocent to payne Who so he be that wyll these thinges diligently apply The same shal neuer threat to falle but stādvp styll stoutly The .xvi. Psalme Saue me O God do thou vouchsalfe my defender to be Saue me I say because I haue put my whole trust in the. Vnto the Lorde thus haste thou sayde O my soule within me Thou arte my Lorde and my goodnes nothinge can be lyke the. Wyth the sainctes that dwel in the earth and men of noble fame I am delyted and wyth al myne hert I loue the same Thoughe men do encrease their Idoles multiplye them styl And gredily seke for to haue other mens godes at wyl Yet will I not tast the cup of their bloudy sacryfyce Nor with my mouth reherse the name of thē in any wyse The Lorde is the porcyon of my part and cuppe certayne O Lorde my lot and heritage thou doest alwaye sustayne The coardes that measured my parte in pleasaunt places fell Yea and a noble heritage chaunced to me ryght well The Lorde that hath ben my succour and counsell will I prayse For my verye reynes do enstructe me in the night alwayes I do prepone and set the Lord alwaye before myne eyes He is styll at my right hande leaste I fall in anye wyse Wherfore myne herte shal be ryght glad so shall my tonge reioyce And my fleshe shal reste in safetye wythoute tumult or noyse For thou shalt not forsake my soule at the sepulchersyde Nor suffer that thine holy one do into the pit flyde The path of lyfe thou wylt shewe me and full ioy in thy syght And the pleasures at thy ryght hād for euer daye and nyght The .xvij. Psalme LOrde heare the thynge that rightuouse is geue eare vnto my crye Marcke wel the prayer that I make to the vnfaynedly Let my iudgment procede from the iudge me Lorde in thy syght And let thyne eies consyder well all suche thynges as are ryght Thou hast searched myne hert throughly and visyte me by nyght Thou haste tryed me yet canste thou not blame any thynge by ryght For the secret thoughtes of myne herte my wordes do agre The secrete thoughtes open wordes are all one thinge in me In the affayres of mortall men I haue taken good hede Of the wayes of the destroyer for that thou haste preached Grounde thou my steppes therfore I say Lorde in thy fote pathes all Leste that my fete should slyp and I shoulde be redy to falle On the I call O God for thou arte wout to graunt to me Geue eare to me and heare my worde Lorde God I beseche the. O thou that by thy powr kepeste suche as do trust in the From theyr enmyes make thy mercies wonderfull vpon me Kepe me as the eie apple and vnder thy wynges me hyde From the wicked that vse to waste and my foes on eche syde Wyth theyr fatnes and greate richesse my wayes they haue stopped And wyth theyr mouth presumptuouselye proude wordes they haue framed Euen nowe they do beset our wayes and eke compasse them rounde And ernestly they do seke to
that is my staye And let the God of my soule health be extolled I saye It is God that geueth me powre for to reuenge my wronge And that doeth subdue vnto me peoples mightie and stronge It is God that doeth leade me out from my deadly enmies Lord thou doest brynge me vp from thē that do agaynste me ryse And from the man that doeth purpose me wronge and violence Thou doest deliuer me I saye wyth carefull diligence And for this cause O Lorde I wyll in the Heathen prayse the And wyll synge to thyne holy name wherso euer I be And for the greatnes of the healthe and prosperouse lyueynge Wherwyth thou doest enrych Dauid thyne owne anoynted kynge And for the health wherby thou doest with benefites applye Thyne annoynted Dauid and eke his seede eternally The .xix. Psalme TO vs the heauens dooe declare goddes wonderfull glorie And the cōpasse therof doeth shewe hys handworcke trulye The daye that succedeth shal teach vs yet a lytle more And the nyght folowynge shall shewe more then that went before They haue no maner of language nor wordes sowndynge wyth noyse They speake not as men vse to speake no mā doeth heare theyr voyce Yet went theyr rule through out the world all men haue heard theyr sounde And theyr wordes went into the coastes of all the worlde sorownde In these heauens the Lorde hath sette a dwellynge place and tent For the sunne that wyth his bryght beames is alwaye resplendent And as a brydgrowme he commeth out of his bower bryght Ryght cherfully to renne his rase lyke to a man of myght At the vtmost parte of the easte he doeth his rase begynne And in the vtmoste of the weste is hys returnynge in And vnder the heauens that be so wonderfull and wyde There is not one that from his heate may hym absent or hyde The Lordes lawe is pure and perfect turnynge the soule to it So is hys testimonye true geueynge the simple wytte The decrees of the Lord are streyght and make a mans herte lyght So is the Lordes precept most pure maketh the eies bryght The feare of the Lorde is right pure and doeth euer excell So are his iudgmentes true and iuste this do I knowe right well They are more to be desyred then plentie of pure goulde And sweter then the honie combe that droppeth many folde Yea in them thy pore seruant is chiefly admonished And in the obseruance of them much hyre is promised Whoe is able to marke his fautes them to vnderstande To purge me from my secrete fautes Lorde do thou take in hande And put from me all greate mischiefes leste they ouercome me And then from all greate treaspases I shall innocent be O Lorde that art my sure defence doest reuenge my ryght Let my wordes and thought of myne herte be pleasant in thy syght The .xx. Psalme I Besech God the Lord heare the in all thy miserie And that the name of Iacobs God do place the in safetie And that he helpe and succour the from his sanctuarie And that out of Sion he do vnderset the surely And that he do remember all thy gyftes or sacrifice And that thy fat brēt offeringes be pleasant in hys eies God graunt he geue the thy desyre euen as thyne hert doeth wyll And that all thy mynde and counsell he do throughly fulfyll Then wyth syngynge we wyll reioyce in thy saluation And wyth triumphe set vp bannars in oure goddes name anone For the Lord wyll fulfyll al thy requestes this is no naye And then shall eche man in his herte breake out in wordes and saye Nowe I acknowledge that the Lord hath preserued hys kynge And hath heard hym out of heauen where he is abydynge I acknowledge he hath heard hym out of hys holy place By the saueynge strength of his powre and his plentifull grace Let some put theyr trust in charettes and some in horses hye Yet the name of the Lorde our God wyll we speake of trulye They fell vnderneth theyr burden were quite destroyed But we stode styfly vnder it and were styll strengthened The Lorde shall aye preserue and kepe his owne anoyted kynge And in the daye when we shall call he shall geue vs hearynge The .xxj. Psalme LOrde in thy myght and powre the kynge shall be glad and merie And in thy saueyng health he shall reioyce excedyngly Thou haste geuen hym his hertes desyre wythout any delay And of the thynges he hath asked thou hast not sayde hym naye Wyth the beste and most pleasaunt gyftes thou haste hym preuented And ryght so wyth a crowne of goulde hys heade thou hast crowned He asked lyfe of the and thou haste geuen to hym certayne Such lenght of dayes that he shall be when no tyme shall remayne Through the health that thou gaueste hym ryght great is hys glorye Vpon him thou hast set honour bryghtnes great plentie Thou haste set hym that he hath aye plentye and aboundaunce Of all good thynges so doest thou chere him wyth thy comtenaunce For in the Lord the kyng putteth his trust vnfaynedly And shall stande stydfastly through the goodnes of God most hye Thyne hande hath founde all suche men as thy deadly enmies be And thy ryght hande hath founde all such as euer hated the. Lyke a fornayce in thyne anger thou hast them all kenled The Lorde hath eate them in hys Ire fyre hath them consumed The fruyte of theyr bodies thou haste rowted out of the land And haste not suffered theyr seede emonge men for to stand For they went obout to noye the and for to do the yll They inuented suche wyckednes as they could not fulfyll But thou madest them as a but to shote at wyth thy bowe And wyth thy strynge thou leuelledste euen at theyr face I knowe Extolle thy selfe Lorde in thy powre set vp thy selfe on hye Then shall we synge and celebrate thy powr most worthyly The .xxij. Psalme MY God my God why dydest thou forsake thy pore seruant From myne health my roreynge crye howe far art thou distant By daye I call on the my God but no answere I heare And eke by night but vnto me no silence doeth appere Yet art thou the holye rular of prayse in Israell Thou art I saye the holy one that emonge them doeth dwell Our fathers haue trusted in the thou haste ben all theyr staye They haue trusted in the and thou haste set them tree I saye They haue cried to the I saye and are deliuered They haue put all theyr trust in the and are not ashamed As for me I am but a worme I am no mā in dede I am an opprobrye of men of people despised So manye as do loke on me do laugh at me alwaye They mocke they mowe and moue theyr heades and with them selfe they saye He hath lefte all thinges to the Lorde let hym set him at large And for the loue he beareth hym let the same him discharge But thou art he O Lorde that
wylt thou beholde thys and fuffer them styll Rydde me from theyr oppression and from theyr cruell wyll Then wyl I celebrate thy name in a grat companie And will prayse the in a people that is strong and myghtie Let them not reioyce ouer me that causelesse my foes be Neyther let them wyncke wyles wyth me that wythout cause hate me They speake no worde that shoulde brede peace peace is not theyr intent But agaynste the quiete they do disceytefull wordes inuent They thruste out the mouth agaynste me and stornefully they saye Haha haha our eie hath sene this mans vtter decaye And thou O Lorde haste sene this thyng do thou not dissemble Neyther be thou far of from me when they do assemble Aryse awake that thou mayste iudge my cause as ryght doeth stande My God Lorde arise that thou maiste take my cause in hande O Lorde my God for thy iustice do thou geue me my right And suffer them not to reioyce ouer me in thy syght Let them not saye thus in their hert haha we haue our mynde Let them not saye we haue eate hym let thē no suche cause fynde Let them all take shame and rebuke that of myne ylle reioyce Cloth them wyth shame that speake againste me with a braggynge voyce Let suche as woulde I had my ryght reioyce greatly and saye The Lorde that woulde hys seruaūtes peace be magnifyed alwaye And on my tong Lord thy iustyce shal sowne dylygently And vpon thy most worthy prayse my tonge shal runne dayly The .xxxvi. Psalme THe vngodlye mans wyckednesse testyfyeth in myne herte That of the feare of God there is in him no maner parte For in hys owne conceyte he doeth stande wonderfully well Tyll suche tyme as hys wyckednes doeth all hatered excel Vniuste and disceytfull are the wordes of hys mouth eche one And of the doctryne that doeth teache to do good he wyl none In hys bed he inuenteth synne and doeth himselfe addresse To walke forth in a wycked waye he doeth no vice represse O Lorde thy mercie is aboue in the heauens so hye And aboue all the elementes thy trueth and veritie Thy iustice is lyke great mountaynes thy iudgmentes ryght depe Boeth man and beaste thou wylt O Lorde alwaye preserue and kepe Thy mercifull goodnes O God is ryght famouse in dede And to thy charge the sonnes of men haue them selfe committed Through the greate plētie of thyne house they shall be druncke I thyncke Of the streame of thy delicates thou wylt geue them to dryncke For the vene or fountayne of lyfe is in thyn hande or myght And in thy bryghtnes thy seruauntes shall alwaye perceyue lyght Spreade out thy mercie ouer them that do acknowledge the And eke thy ryghtuousenes on them that of vpright herte be Let no fote of pryde come to me make proude men from me flye Let me not be moued by the powre of the vngodly For emōg them such men as haue wrought wyckednes dyd fall They were driuen magrea theyr heade they had no staye at all The .xxxvij. Psalme THough thou se many wycked men be not therfore angry Neither do thou enuie them that do worcke iniquitie For as the heye they are cut downe full sodenly in dede And as the florishyng grene grasse they shal be sone dryed Put thou thy truste in the Lorde and do the thynge that good is Dwell in the lande and nourishe fayth doynge no thynge amysse And se thou do delyght thy selfe in the Lord God alone And then shall he geue vnto the thyne hertes petition Caste thou thy waye vpon the Lorde lett him gouerne it styll Leane vpon him that he may do by the after hys wyll Then shall he brynge thy ryghtuousenes abroade lyke a cleare lyght And thy iudgementes and perfect lyfe lyke as the myddaye bryght Kepe thy thought secrete to the Lord and wayte vpon hys wyll Do not stomake the good successe of the man that doeth ylle Remitte anger wythout delaye and let thy furie passe Let not thyne anger be so greate that thou committe trespas For such as do euell shall perishe be cut out doubtlesse But they that wayte on the Lordes wyl shal the earthe aye possesse Yet a litle whyle and then the wycked shal be nowhere And when thou lokeste toward hys place ther shall no man appeare In the meane tyme the afflycted shall all the earth possesse And shal be throughly delited wyth prosperouse successe Agaynste the iuste and godlye man the wycked doeth inuent And gnasheth at hym wyth hys teeth hys wrath is so feruent But the Lord laugheth hym to scorne because he doeth forese Hys laste daye destruction nygh at hande for to be The wycked do drawe out theyr swerde and bende theyr bowe wyth myght To cast downe the pore nedie slocke and kyll them that go ryght But theyr owne sworde shall pearse theyr herte and stryke it thorowe quite And all theyr bowes shal be broken they shal do vs no spyte The lytle that the iuste man hath is much better doubtlesse Then the great richesse that the noble wycked men possesse For the armes of the vngodly shal be brokē in twayne But the iuste men the Lorde hym selfe wyll vnderset certayne The tyme also of innocentes the Lorde knoweth right sure And the enheritaunce of thē shall euermore endure In the tyme of aduersitie they shall suffer none ylle And when the honger is moste greate they shall aye haue theyr fyll For the vngodly shall perishe the Lordes enimies shall Be wasted lyke preciouse lambes smoke shall consume them all The vngodlye renneth in det doeth not paye agayne But the iuste man is liberall and geueth muche certayne For hys blessed chyldren shall haue the earth by heritage And hys curssed sorte shal be cut out ere they come to age The Lord ruleth a mans fotesteppes and lyketh well hys waye When he slydeth he falleth not for the Lord doeth hym staye I haue bene yonge and am nowe olde yet the eies in myne heade Dyd neuerse the iuste deserte nor hys seede begge theyr breade For he is dayly lyberall doeth lend with good wyll And his seede and posteritie haue of al thynges theyr fyll Flye thou from yll and do the thynge that is good and godly And then thou maiste be sure thou shalt euer dwell pleasantly For the Lorde loueth iuste iudgment he doeth therin delyght The wayes of them that do iustly are pleasante in hys syght Hys saynctes he doeth neuer forsake but kepeth them for aye But the seede of the vngodly he routeth out I saye The iuste men shall possesse the earth by ryght of heritage And shall inhabyte vpon it to the ende of all age The iuste mans mouth doeth commune of wysedome and sapience So doeth his tonge speake iuste iudgment wyth carefull diligence In his hert the lawe of his God is grounded and faste pyght His fote steppes shall not bende nor bowe his lyfe shal be vpright The vngodly man layeth wayte
pryncely seate and in hys holy throne To the people of Habrams God great rulars are ioyned Because he doeth excell them that haue the earth defended The .xlviij. Psalme THe Lorde is greate and much praysed and magnified styll Wythin the citie of our God and in hys holy hyll The mount Sion on whose north syde the greate kynges towne standeth Is a goodly coÌ„trey is the ioye of the whole earth God is knowne and acknowledged in hys owne palaices To be a castell of defence to such men as are his For lo kynges came togither and so passed by alonge And were amased at the syght and dryuen forth headlonge This feare and sorowe taketh them euen as vehemently As the throwes of a woman that should trauayâ—e by and by And as the easterne wynde that doteh blowe wyth greate stormes of hayle Is wont to breake the shippes that do vpon the salte sea sayle As we haue hearde so haue we sene in the Lorde of hostes towne In oure goddes citie whyche he hath made sure for fallynge downe O God let vs conceyue in mynd thy goodnes and mercie In the myddle of thy temple and thy saynctuarie Lyke as thy name so doeth thy prayse O God go through the lande And aboundaunce of iustice is in thy powre and right hande Let the mount of Sion be glad let Iudes daughters reioyce For thy iudgmentes when they shal heare thyne holy worde and voyce Se that ye go aboute Sion compasse it about rounde Number all the lettle turrettes that in hir walles be founde Marcke hir forefence diligently and hir palaices hye That you maye make reporte of it to youre posteritie For this is God and our God is for euer for aye He shall direct and gouerne vs euen to oure dyeinge daye The .xlix. Psalme ALl people hearken and geue eare to that that I shall tell Boeth hygh and lowe boeth riche pore that in the worlde do dwell For whye my mouth shall make discourse of many thynges ryght wyse In vnderstandynge shall myne herte hys studie exercise I wyll enclyne myne eare to knowe thynges full dearckely spoken And eke vpon myne harpe I wyll make my dearcke speach open In the tyme of aduersitie whye should I stande in doubt If the wyckednes of my steppes should compasse me about Emonge them that haue greate richesse and do trust therin moste And in the multitude therof do aye glorie boaste There is not one that any waye can hys brother redeme Nor paye to God the raunsome that he doeth for hym esteme For to redeme theyr soules from death the price would be to hye To make them so perfect that they myght lyue eternally And to make them that in them selfe they should no such cause haue But that they myght lyue euer and neuer come to the graue For it is playne that as well the wise as the folysh dye And leaue theyr goodes to other men but foles die vtterly Theyr graue shal be theyr house for aye eke theyr dwellynge place Though lyueynge here they studied vayne glorie for a space But man doeth neuer longe abyde in estimation But shal be lyke a beaste fallynge into destruction Thys theyr purpose and waye they walke is theyr follye in dede And yet of theyr posteritie theyr worddes are alowed They are placed emonge the deade as they were flockes of shepe And death is he that feadeth theÌ„ and hath them for to kepe And at the iudgment daye the iuste shall rule them as a kynge Theyr beawtie shall decaye the pyt shal be theyr dwellynge But God shall deliuer my soule out of the powre of hell Because he hath receyued me in his house for to dwell When any man is enriched be not afeard therfore Or when the glorie of hys house encreaseth more and more For when he dyeth he shall not all these thynges wyth him take His glorie shall not go wyth him but shal him quite forsake Because they compt them selues happye in this vayne lyfe only When a man is good to him self then prayse they him greatly Vnto theyr fathers nation lett all these men go ryght Let them not haue fruition of confortable lyght But man doeth not expende and waygh his owne nobilitie Wherfore he shal be lyke the beast that dieth vtterly The .l. Psalme GOd that is Lorde of iudges spake and dyd togither cal As many as do dwelle froÌ„ the sunne rysynge to his falle The moste noble famouse God out of Sion shall shyne And geue a perfecte presidente of beautie in mens eiene Our God shall come vnfainedly wyth fyre before his face And on eche syde a fierse hurle wynde his enimies to chase The heauen aboue and earth byneth he shall vnto hym call That wyth iudgmeÌ„t he maye coÌ„tend against his people all Gather to me myne holy ones that woulde seme so presyse And that made me a couenauÌ„te concernynge sacrifice Brynge them hyther the heauens shall theyr iustice declare And God himselfe shall be theyr iudge whoe knoweth what they are Geue eare O ye that wyll be my people for nowe speake I O Israel geue eare for nowe I wyll thy matter trye Geue eare to me I saye for I am God of powre myghtie I am thy God O Israell I tell the certenlye I wyll not blame the for the lacke of doynge sacrifice For I se thye brent offeringes daylye before myne eies I haue no nede to take of the a calfe or a bullocke Neither the gote that feadeth in thy cote or in thy flocke For all the wylde beastes of the earth are myne owne good in dede So are al the beastes that do on a thousand mountaynes fede I knowe the foules of the mountaynes I saye I knowe them all And in my powre are all the beastes that in the fieldes do cralle If I should chaunce to be hungry I nede not to tell the Syth the rounde worlde is myne wyth al the thynges that therin be What do you thyncke that I wyll eate the fleshe of bulles myghtie Or dryncke the bloude of gotes that ye do shede so plentuousely Sacrifice thou prayse vnto God and paye in any wyse Vnto the moste hygh thy vowes and thynges that thou dost promise When thou arte in aduersitie then on me se thou crye And when I shall deliuer the then set forth my glorie But God sayeth to the vngodlye what cometh in thy brayne That to rehearse my sacramentes thou doest neuer refrayne Whye doest thou bragge of my comnante wyth wordes to none effect Seynge thou hateste all knoledge and doest my wordes reiect If it chaunce the to se a thefe in him thou haste delyght And wyth the shamelesse whore hunttars thy parte is also pyght Thy mouth thou haste addyct to euel and for to speake amysse And thy tonge doeth styll frame the thynge that moste disceytfull is Thou sytteste in iudgmeÌ„t and doest speake agaynst thy brother And doest reuile moste spitfully the sonne of thy mother Thus haste thou done
and whē I do let as I dyd not se Thou doeste Imagyne that I am in al poyntes lyke to the. I wyl therfore contende wyth the and declare thy trespase And in order I wyl set forth thy faultes before thy face I praye you vnderstande this thynge you that haue forgotte God Whether ther be any that can preserue you from my rodde Who so maketh sacrifice of prayse doeth glorifie me And this is the way wherby he shall Godes saueynge health see The .lj. Psalme LOrd God for thy great goodnes sake be mercifull to me And for thy passyng great mercie purge myne iniquitie From myne iniquitie good Lord wash thou me plentuously And frō my synnes and trespases do thou me mundifie For myne offences I confesse and do none of them hyde My synnes Lorde my wyckednes do in my syght abyde I haue offended the alone sinned in thy syght wherfore thy wordes shal be founde true thy iudgmentes vpright Behold Lord in iniquitie was I made formed And was not fre from wyckednes when I was conceiued For lo Lorde thou louest the truth euen from the verie herte And hast shewed me of thy wysedome euen the secrete parte Purge me wyth Isope I shall be pure and cleane I knowe Washe thou me then shall I be more whyt then is the snowe Brynge thou to passe that I maye heare great ioye and reioyceynge And that they whome thou haste brought lowe may thy great prayses synge Turne thy face from my wickednes loke not on my synne To blot out myne iniquities Lorde God do thou begynne Create Lorde God wythin my breste an vndefiled herte And in my bowelles Lorde renewe a spirite that wyll not starte Caste thou me not out of thy syght ne do thou me forget Neyther do thou thyne holy spirite from thy pore seruant fet Restore to me the reioyceynge Lorde of thy saueynge helth And with thy principall spirite Lord stablishe thy seruantes welthe To the transgressers of thy lawes thy wayes I wyll declare And to the shal be conuerted men that great synnes are O God the God of my soule helth deliuer me from bloud And my tonge shall wyth ioye declare the boeth ryghtwise and good Open thou my lyppes good Lorde teach my tonge to speake And then my mouth wythout ceasyng shall in thy prayse out breake For if sacrifice dyd please the I would geue the such thynges But thou delitest not good Lord in the brent offerynges A pensiefe and a troubled spirite is to God sacrifice A broken and a contrite hert God thou wylt not despyse Lorde God of thy bountuousnes do thou fauour Sion That the walles of Ierusalem may be buylded anon Then shall please the brent offerynges sacrifice of right And on thyne holy aultare Lorde men shall fatte bullockes dyght The .lij. Psalme THou tyrant why reioycest thou in that thou doest amysse Sence the goodnes of God oure Lorde dayly amonge vs is Wayes to corrupt to destroye thy tonge doeth styll inuent Euen as it were a sharp rasour that to cut is styll bent Thou dost delyght rather to hurt thyne anger to wreake Then do to well for to lye then ryght and trueth to speake All wordes that brynge destruction do therto belonge Thou loueste for to spreade abroade wyth a disceytfull tonge Wherfore God shall scatter thy stocke take it cleane awaye He shal cut the out of thy tent and make thy rote decaye Whych thynge when the rightwise shall se then shall they stand in awe And shall laugh and make reioyceynge at the syght that they sawe They shall saye lo this is the man that in God hath not trust But in the heape of hys riches and in hys wicked lust But I lyke a grene olyue tree in the Lordes house I saye Haue put my trust in hys goodnes for euer and a day Because thou haste me made good Lorde thy preases wyll I tell And wyl trust in thy name because thy sanctes do lyke it well The .liij. Psalme THe folysh insipiēt whose thoughtes are euer vayne Do in theyr herte saye folyshlye ther is no God certayne Corrupt they are in all theyr wayes made abominable To fynde one good amonge them all ther is no man able Vpon the sonnes of mortal men God loked downe from heauen To se if ther were any wyse or for to seeke God geuen They haue gone astraye togither and are corrupt ech one That hath done the thynge that is good there can not be founde one Howe can they haue knowledge saith God that worcke iniquitie And lyke breade eate vp my people do not on me crye There feared they excedynglye where feare in dede was none Because God doeth all them destroye that besiege the Sion Because God is theyr enmie thou haste made them ashamed Woulde God that out of the Sion Iacob myght be saued That God myght once make an ende of his peoples seruitude That wyth great ioye reioycynge Iacob myght be endude The .liiij. Psalme FOr thy names sake helpe me O God in thy strength deliuer Thy seruant O God heare my prayer do my wordes consyder For strayngars and straynge nations agaynst me do arise And tyrantes that seke my soule haue no God before theyr eyes Behold I saye it is the Lord that doeth myne enimies let And he is styll present wyth them that do me vnderset Myne aduersaries and my foes he shall wyth iuell rewarde And shall them all destroye because he doeth his trueth regarde I shall make to the sacrifice wyth fre and wyllyng mode And wyll set forth thy name wyth prayse because thou art so good For out of all afliction thou haste deliuered me And my desyre vpō my foes Lord God myne eies do see The .lv. Psalme GEue eare to my praier O God and do not thy selfe hyde From the humble petition that I make at this tyde Geue eare I saye to me O God answere me againe For in my praier I make mone and greuously complayne And that through the outragiouse crie of enimies in dede And through the great vexatiō of men that are wicked Which wicked men do against me practise theyr wickednes And in theyr passynge great anger put me to great distresse Pensife heauie is myne herte Lord God wythin my breste And the horrors and feares of death haue me greatly oppreste Excedynge great feare tremblyng haue lighted on my lot And most horrible dread also hath quelled me I wot Wherfore I saye would God I had wynges lyke vnto a doue For then would I flye hence where none of these thynges should me moue Lo then would I get me far hence and dwell in wildernes And would make haste for to escape this tempest of distresse Destroy them Lorde and slit theyr tonges take on them no pitie For I haue sene vnrightuousnes strife in the citie These thynges compasse the walles therof boeth by daye and by nyght And in the myddes therof greuaunce
and wyckednes are pight In it I saye is wyckednes euen in the inner parte At no tyme do gyle and deceyte out of hir stretes departe Of a man that had hated me or that myne enmie were The proude checkes and the reuilynges I could suffer and beare But sence thou art my capitayne my felowe and my frend Thy reuylynges and threatenynge do my mynd sore offende For we haue had swete and secrete communication In the house of the Lord our God and haue togither gone Lorde let death strike them sodenlye let them be buried quicke For in theyr secrete houses Lorde great wickednes doeth sticke As for me I wyll crie to God and will his mercie craue And then the Lord I am right sure wyll his pore seruant saue At euenynge at morne and none tyde I wyll mourne and complayne And then to heare his seruantes voyce the Lorde wyll not disdayne It is he that delyuereth his seruauntes soule in peace From all that lye in wayte for it who are many doubles That God I saye that lyueth aye shall heare his seruauntes prayer And shall plage them of whose mendment men maye iustly dispayer They feare not God but laye handes on such as cleaue vnto hym And so they breake hys couenaunt and do it not esteme Theyr mouthes are softer then butter yet are warres in theyr mynde Their wordes are muche more smoth then oyle yet swerdes ye shall them fynde O caste thy burden on the Lorde and he shall the sustayne For he wyll not suffer the iuste in troubles to remayne In the meane tyme O God thou shalt thrust headlynge in to hell The bloud thyrsty and disceyuers that are fiers and cruell They shall not lyue out halfe theyr tyme nor halfe theyr lyfe dayes see But as for me good Lorde I wyll styll put my trust in the. The .lvj. Psalme BE mercifull to me O God for men wyll treade me downe They fyght agaynste and trouble me dayly in fielde and towne Vnder theyr feete myne enimies do treade me downe dayly For they that proudly fyght agaynst thy seruaunt are many Neuerthelesse at euerie tyde when feare inuadeth me Then do I put my confidēce and trust onely in the. In God I wyll set forth his worde and in hym put my trust And as for men I do not passe let them do what they luste They are offended at my wordes and do them dayly carpe All theyr studye is to hurt me on this one strynge they harpe They cluster renne togither they spye on euerie syde They watch my steppes because my death of them is desyred They haue a trust for to escape but that is all in vayne For God wyll not in his anger whole natiōs refrayne My rennynges from myne enimies in persecution Thou haste by numbre in thy boke and eke my teares eche one So ofte as I call on thy name myne enimies do flye Wherby that thou arte God my Lorde I do knowe certenlye Whatsoeuer God sendeth me I wyl take in good parte And in the worde of God my Lorde I shall conforte myne herte In God my Lorde my confidence onlye trust shal be I wyll not stande in dreade nor feare what man can do to me To the wyll I paye al my vowes O God and wyll be hyght And paye to the boeth laude and prayse with all my mayne and myght For thou sauest my soule from death and my feete from fallynge That I maye walke before the in the lyght of the lyueynge The .lvij. Psalme BE mercifull to me O God be mercifull to me For the soule of thy pore seruant putteth hir trust in the. Vnder the shadowe of thy wynges my hope is pytched faste Where myne onlye refuge shal be tyll wyckednes be paste I shal call crie vnto God that is highest of all To God I saye that doeth helpe me vp agayne when I fall The same shall send from heauen down shall deliuer me From the reprofe of him that would my confusion see He shall I saye send vnto me euen for his mercies sake And for the faythfull promise that it pleased hym to make My soule is set in the myddes of the lions full of Ire And I my selfe am layed amonge men that do flame wyth fyre Theyr teeth are sharpe and persynge speres and sharpe arowes I wene Theyr tonges are swerdes wel made to cute and are excedyng kene Set vp thy selfe O God aboue the heauens that are so hye And aboue all the earth exalte thy prayse thy glorie A net they haue layed for my fete and put my soule to blame They haue dygged a pyt for me are fallen in the same To synge and geue the prayse O God myne hert is euer prest To setforth thy greate prayse I saye my mynd is redye dreste Awake my tonge and strength to speake for thou arte my glorie Awake my lute and eke my harpe for I wyll rise erlye Amonge the people wyll I geue thankes vnto the O Lord And amonge the heathen my tonge shall thy prayses recorde For the greatnes of thy mercie reacheth vp to the skye And thy faythfulnes thy trueth toucheth the starres so hye Set vp thy selfe O God aboue the heauens that are so hye And aboue al the earth exalte thy prayse thy glorie The .lviij. Psalme O Ye the sonnes of mortall men ye goddes and men of myght Do ye geue rightuouse sentences and iudge mens matters right Nay but rather you Imagyne mischiefe wythin your brest And by your violence men are sore laden and oppreste So sone as these vngodly men were borne they went astraye And frō theyr mothers wombe they learned vntrueth for to saye Theyr poysens are lyke the poysens that in fell serpentes are They are lyke the deafe Idder that doth vse to stop hir eare For the adder doeth stop hir eare lest she should heare haply The voyce of the charmar that doeth by charmes worcke skylfully Of these mens mouthes breake thou the teeth O God and smyte in twayne The chafte bones of the lyons whelppes who are cruell certayne That they may fall awaye lyke the water that faste doeth ren And that when they shote theyr arrowes the same may be broken Let them consume as doth a snayle that turneth into slyme And as the fruite that a woman beareth before hir tyme. Yeare that your sharpe and prickynge thornes shall be redie to pricke Gooddes wrath lyke to a stormye wynde shall take you awaye quicke When the rightwise shall se these thynges they shall reioyse greatly And they shal wash theyr feete in the bloude of the vngodly Then shall men saye the rightuouse are certayne to haue rewarde For the Lorde God iudgeth the earth who doeth iustice regarde The .lix. Psalme MY God delyuer me from thē that be myne enimies And defend me from them that do agaynst thy seruant rise Delyuer me O God from them that do worcke wyckedly And saue thy pore seruant from such men as are bloude thristie For
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
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
power diuine The lyes dregges the rof also he doeth not leaue byhynd But all the wycked of the earth do them in theyr cuppes fynde As for me I wyll preach for aye synge to Iacobes God I wyll breake all the wycked hornes euen wyth an Iron rodde I wyll I saye destroy the power of them that be wycked And suche as delyte in iustice I wyll se exalted The .lxxvj. Psalme IN Iuda God is surely knowē and eke in Israell Hys holy name is had in price and men lyke it full well Hys tabernacle and his tent is in Salem pytched And in Sion his holy seate and dwellynge is builded Ther hath he broken the arrowes that came forth of the bowe The shyld the swerd all the raye he brake also I knowe O Lorde thou art much more noble and more magnificent Then are the robbars of the hylles that to spoylynge are bent The men that were of haute courage are nowe become a praye They are slayne and haue slept theyr slepe so slender was theyr staye All men that were stronge and myghtie able for to fyght Haue not by strenght optayned ought but are turned to flyght When thou rebukest men that fyght on horsse or in charet Then are they caste into slumber and do thē selues forget For thou O Iacobes God I saye arte terrible in dede And who can abyde in thy syght when thy wrath is moued Once thy iuste iudgment was shewed downe from heauen vpon man Then shoke the earth great silēce through out the same began This thynge was done when God arose to minister iudgment And to saue them that on the earth were weake and impotent For when thou doest punish one man and plageste his furie Then doest thou put the rest in feare to deale so cruelly Make and performe vowes to your God all you that nygh him be Loke that ye brynge gyftes vnto him for terrible is he He stoppeth the breath of rulars and causeth them to die And the myghtie kynges of the earth feare him excedyngly The .lxxvij. Psalme WHen I dyd lyfte my voyce to God and dyd vpon him crye Then dyd he geue eare vnto me hearde me wyllyngly In the daye of my trouble I dyd to the Lorde resort ▪ By nyght my power was scatered my soule toke no confort When I called God to my mynde then was my sprite troubled And I mourned excedyngly my courage faynted O God thou dydest knowe certenly the watches of myne eies I was amased and coulde not speake out in any wise Then dyd I call to memorie the tymes that erst haue bene And the years that in the old world our fore fathers haue sene My verses in the nyght dyd I call to my memorie And wyth myne herte I cōmuned and dyd myne owne sprite trie Then sayde I wyll the Lord forsake his poreseruant for aye Wyll he neuer be pleasaūt but thus terrible alwaye Is his loueynge kyndnes quitte lost hath he no more in store Shall the sprite of true prophecie neuer be heard of more Hath God forgotten vtterly howe to be mercifull Wyl he holde in his mercies lyke a man that is irefull Yet at the laste thus dyd I thyncke this is but my weakenes For the right hand of the high God maye chaunge all thynges certes The worckes of the Lorde wyll I call to memorie therfore And wyll not forget the wōders that he dyd heretofore I wyll also O God thyncke on all thy worckes secretly And to speake of thy counselles Lorde I wyll my selfe applye For all thy wayes and thy counselles are holy and vpright No God therfore can be so great as art thou God of myght For thou alone hast brought to passe thynges straynge and wonderfull And emonge the people thou hast made thy power notable For thy people are reuenged by thy great poure full well That is to saye the chyldren of Iosephe and Israell The waters dyd se the O God the waters dyd se the And loste theyr strength and the depe gan amased for to be The darcke cloudes sent downe showeres of rayne in wonderfull plentie And the cloudes sent forth thunder clappes and thy arrowes gan flye The noyse of thy thunder clappes and the flashes of lyghtnynge Appeared round about and the earth fell in a tremblynge Thy wayes are in the sea and thy pathes in waters full stronge And thy fote steppes are not espyed either of olde or yonge Thou dydeste leade thy people lyke a simple flocke of shepe And by the hand of Moses and Aaron thou dydest them kepe The .lxxviij. Psalme ATtend my people to my lawe and to my wordes enclyne My mouthe shall speake strange parables and sentences diuine Which we our selues haue heard seene emonge men that are olde And that for our enstructiō our fathers haue vs told We wyll not therfore hyde these thynges from theyr posteritie But to them that shall come after we wyll tell them playnly We wyll I saye tell the Lordes prayse his strength and hys glorie And eke all hys wonderfull workes to oure posteritie For wyth a certen charge he gaue a lawe in Israell Whiche was that all fathers shoulde these thynges to theyr chyldren tell That theyr posteritie that is theyr sonnes yonge and tender Myght when they come to age knowe them and teache them theyr chylder That they myght haue the better hope in God that is aboue And haue his holy worckes in mynde kepe his lawes for loue And not be lyke theyr fathers that were false and of such sprite That would not frame theyr wycked hertes to credite God a right The sonnes of Ephraim wēt out in armes and thought to spoyle Shothyng theyr dartes yet in the daye of warre they toke the foyle For whye they dyd not kepe wyth God the promise that was made Nor yet would walke or leade theyr lyfe accordynge to his trade But they forgate his worckes eke they smally estemed The wonderfull and noble actes that to thē he shewed Wythin the land of Egypt and in the field of Tanim In the syght of theyr fathers were great wonders wrought by him He dyd diuide and cut the sea and brought them through it drye And bade the waters stand as styll as thynges heaped on hye He led thē secret in a cloude by daye when it was bryght And all the nyght when it was darcke wyth fyer he gaue them lyght He brake the rockes in wyldernes gaue the people dryncke As plentifull as when the welles do flowe vp to the bryncke Out of the rocke of stone he brought fresh water streames at nede And made the waters for to rēne lyke great riuers in dede Yet for all this agaynst the Lord theyr synne dyd styll encrease And styrred him that is most hygh to wrath in wyldernes They tempted God wythin theyr hertes lyke people of mistruste When they cried to haue such meate as serued to theyr luste Then sayde they thus agaynst the Lorde in theyr vnfaythfullnes How
can this God prepare for vs a feaste in wyldernes Beholde he strake the stony rocke floudes furthwyth dyd flowe But can he geue to his people boeth bread and fleshe also When God heard thys he waxed wrath wyth Iacob and hys sede So dyd his indignation on Israell procede Because they dyd not faythfully beleue hope that he Coulde alwayes helpe and succour them in theyr necessitie He gaue charge to the cloudes aboue and they brake in sunder And rayned them Manna to eate a meate of great wonder He gaue them heauenly grayne I saye man fed on stronge mens foede He sent vitayles downe vnto thē much more then dyd them good He caused the easte wynde to cease vnder the heauens hye And the southwest wynde he brought in by hys power by and by Then fell downe flesh as thycke as dust foule lyke the sea sande Which he dyd caste a mydde the place wher all theyr tentes dyd stande Then dyd they eate excedyngly all men had theyr fylles He satisfied theyr appetites accordynge to theyr wylles But as the meate was in theyr mouthes hys wrath vpon them fell And slewe the floure of all the youth and choyse of Israell Yet fell they to theyr wonted synne and styll they dyd him greue For all the wonders that he wrought they had no faste beleue Theyr dayes therfore he shortened and would not let them raigne And all theyr yeres he finished in right shot space certayne But euer whē he plaged them they sought him by and by Remēbrynge then he was theyr strength helpe as God most hye Though wyth theyr mouthes they dyd but glose and flatter wyth the Lorde And wyth theyr tonges dyd faynedly dissēble euerie worde For whye theyr hertes were nothynge bent to him nor to his trade Nor yet to kepe or to performe the promise that was made Yet was he styll so merciful to thē worthy to dye That he forgaue theyr wyckednes would not them destroye Yea ofte tymes he turned his wrath and dyd himselfe abuise And would not suffer al his whole displeasure to arise Remembryng that they were but flesh and euen as a wynde That passeth awaye and cannot returne by it owne kynde Howe often tymes in wyldernes dyd they theyr Lorde prouoke Howe dyd they moue and styr theyr Lorde to plage them wyth his stroke And how ofte dyd they turne awaye from God him for to proue Teachyng Israelse holy one what thynges dyd him behoue They were not myedfull of his power nor of the daye when he Redemed them from strayte bondage and great captiuitie Neither had they in memorie the wonders wrought by him In Egypt and in the contrey that lyeth about Tanim When by his greate power he turned theyr waters into bloud That no man myght receyue his drincke at riuer ne at floud A multitude of flyes also he sent them to deuoure And paddockes that should them destroye such was his myghtie power Theyr fruites and theyr encrease he gaue to the caterpyller And al the laboure of theyr handes vnto the grasse hopper Wyth hayle he dyd he stroye theyr vynes so that they were all loste And beate downe theyr mubberie tres wyth stones made by the froste And yet wyth haylstones once agayne the Lorde theyr cattell smote And all theyr flockes and herbes lykewise wyth thunder boltes full hote He caste on thē his hote anger his wrath and furie stronge Greate sorowe of herte and angelles yll to trouble them emonge Thē to his wrath he made awaye spared not the leaste But gaue vnto the pestilence the man eke the beaste He strake also all the fyrst borne that vp in Egypt came And all the eldest or fyrste borne wythin the tentes of Cham. But as for all his owne deare flocke he dyd preserue and kepe And caried them through wyldernes euen lyke a flocke of shepe Wythout all feare boeth safe and sounde he brought them out of thrall Whereas his foes wyth rage of seas were ouerwhelmed all And he led them into the boundes of hys sanctuarie Euen to this hyll which hys right hande and myghtie power dyd bye Thense caste he forth the Heathen flocke and dyd theyr land diuide And in theyr tentes hath he caused Iacobs kynred to byde Yet dyd they for all this prouoke and styr vp theyr God styll And would not kepe his testament nor yet obeye hys wyll But as theyr fathers turned backe euen so they went a straye Much lyke a bowe that woulde not bende but breake and starte awaye Wyth the aultares that they buylded on hylles that were so hye And wyth theyr ymages they dyd prouoke God to enuie This heard God and his wrath began to kyndle in hys breste And for theyr wyckednes he dyd them much hate and deteste In so much that he lefte Silo the tent or dwellyng place Wherin before he had dwelled amonge men for a space He let them take the arcke also wherin his powre doeth stand And gaue vp his magnificence into hys enmies hande His people he gaue to the swerde wrath wyth his heritage Fyer eate the yonge men and the maydes came not to mariage And wyth the swerd the priestes dyd perishe euerychone And not a wydowe lefte on lyue theyr hard chaunce to be mone Wyth that the Lorde began to wake as slepe had helde hys eiene Or as a myghtie champiō reioyseynge after wyne The plage of pyles he sent his foes euen in the fundement And put vpō them such a shame as shoulde be permanent This not wythstandynge Iosephes rent he dyd franckly refuse And the kynred of Ephraim he woulde in no wyse chuse But the kynred of Iude he hathe chosen therin to dwell Euen the holy mounte Sion whiche he dyd loue so well Ther dyd he buyld vp his temple boeth sumptuously and sure Lyke to the grounde that he hath made for euer to endure Than chose he Dauid hym to serue hys people for to kepe And hym he toke and brought awaye euen from the foldes of shepe As he went after bagged ewes the Lorde dyd hym aduaunce To fede his people Israell and hys enheritaunce Then Dauid wyth a faythfull herte dyd them pasture and fede And dyd prudentlye to hys power gouerne them all in dede The .lxxix. Psalme INto thyne heritage O God the Heathen are entred The palayce of thyne holye place Lorde they haue defyled They haue also brought thy citie holye Hierusalem Into an hudge and moste rude heape as it hath pleased them Wyth thy seruantes deade bodies they haue fed the foules that flye And the beastes of the earth wyth fleshe of men that lyued godly They shed theyr bloude lyke as water about Hierusalem And ther is none remaynynge that myght take and burie them Our neighbours haue reuiled vs as men that are forlorne And they that dwell rownde about vs haue laughed vs to scorne Howe longe O Lorde how longe I saye wilt thou be wrath for aye Shall thyne enuie burne lyke
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
Yet my mercie and greate goodnes wyll I not take from hym Ne breake my couenaunt wyth hym for my trueth I esteme I wyll not breake my couenaunt neither my wordes denie I wyll not chaunge but be the same neuer contrarie I sware once by myne holinesse therto wyll I cleaue ▪ I wyll képe promise wyth Dauid I wyl hym not deceyue His sede shall be perpetuall it shall neuer decaye His royall seate shall continue as longe as nyght and daye It shall be as fyrme and as sure as the mone in the skye Which is a most certen wytnes in the heauē so hye But thou haste forsaken Dauid and arte turned awaye Thou burnest wyth anger agaynste thy Christe and kynge I saye The promisse that thou madeste wyth thy seruante thou haste broke And hast caste his crowne to the grownde by the force of thy stroke All his hedges thou haste pulde vp lefte him wyde open His fences and his suer moundes thou hast torne and broken Eche man that passeth by the way taketh at him a snatch His neighbours do laugh him to scorne and vse him lyke a patche Thou haste set vp the powre of them that do him sore infeste And haste made them that be his foes to reioyce and to ieste Yea the edge of his swerde thou hast made so dull as a barre Thou haste not geuen him uictorie ne thupper hand in warre Thou haste caused his dignitie to cease not be founde His royall throne and princely seate thou haste caste to the grownde His yonge lustre dayes thou haste cutte of and shortened Myth shame reprofe and dishonour thou haste him couered Howe longe wylt thou be hyd O Lorde wylt thou be hyd for aye Shal thyne hote indignatiō burne lyke fyre wythout staye Remembre howe smal tyme I haue lyued and saye certayne Whether thou haste created and made all mankynd in vayne For what man is he that lyueth and that none ende shall haue And that is able to preserue his lyfe out of the graue O Lorde where be thyne olde mercies and auncient goodnes ▪ Which thou swarest vnto Dauid euen of thy faithfulnes Be myndfull Lorde of the rebuke that thy seruantes sustayne All the rebukes of muche people in my bosome remayne They are thyne enimies O Lorde that haue vs reuiled ▪ And haue checked the tariaunce of Christe thyne annoynted For euer ought the Lorde to be praysed emonge all men Praysed be he therfore I saye for aye Amen Amen The .xc. Psalme O Lorde thou haste bene oure refuge and place wherin to dwell In all the tyme that erste hath bene so longe as tonge can tell Before the mountaynes were vp spronge and the rownde earth formed From all ages that euer were thou haste bene God in dede Thou leadest man backe tyll he be well most grownde in sunder And then thou sayest O mortall men retourne agayne hither For in thy syght a thousand yere are as the daye laste paste And as the quarters of the nyght that passe awaye in haste Thou makest them to passe awaye hastly as doeth a sure They are lyke dreames and as the grasse they do not longe endure As in the morne the grasse is grene and gathereth him myght So doeth it drye is cut downe agayne ere it be nyght For thyne anger maketh vs faynte and as weake as a strawe And when thy wrath is kendeled then dowe stande in awe Thou haste set oure iniquities playnly before thy syght And all our secrete synnes thou haste made open in the lyght When thou art wrath then all our dayes do passe and slyde awaye We ende our yeres in shortter space thē any man can saye The yeres that we vse to lyue here are but three score and ten And if any lyue to foure score they are verie olde men Nowe the verie beste of this tyme is but labour and payne And yet it passeth sone awaye and wee are gone agayne Who knoweth the force of thy wrathe and of thy displeasure For on him that feareth the moste thy wrath lyghteth most sure Tell vs playnly therfore that we maye knowe the certen summe Of our lyfe dayes then apply our myndes to get wisedome Returne O Lorde howe far I saye shall thy furie extend Be pleased with thy pore seruantes let them not the offende Satisfie vs wyth thy mercie erly before the prime Then shall we reioyce and be glad all the dayes of our tyme For the dayes in the which we dyd thy punishment sustayne And for the yeres of miserie make vs reioyce agayne Let thy worcke shyne in thy seruantes let them be knowne for thyne And in the chyldren of them all Lord let thy glorie shyne Thy decor and thy comlynes Lord God be in vs aye Confirme thou the worckes of oure handes confirme thou them I saye The .xcj. Psalme WHoso resteth in the secrete counsel of the most hye The same abydeth in the shadowe of the most myghtie Vnto the Lorde thus wyll I saye Thou arte my sanctuarie Thou arte my castell of defence to my God cleaue wyll I. For he wyl kepe his seruant from the snare of the hunttar And from the deadly plage that is the commune distroyar With his wynges wyl he couer the ryght false shalt thou be there Thou shalt be hyd vnder hys trueth as vnder shylde and spere Thou shalt not nede to stande in feare of soden feares by nyght Neither of the sharp arrowe that doeth flye by the day lyght Thou shalt not nede to feare the plage that woundeth in the darcke Nor that destroyeth when the sunne passeth by the none marcke For though one thousand fall by the and ten at thy right hand Yet shall there no hurte come at the thou shalt in saftie stande Thou shalt see lyke for lyke geuen only to the wycked And wyth thyne owne eies shalt thou see these thynges executed For thou O Lord arte my refuge wherin my trust doeth lye Thy dwellynge place thou hast pytched in a place verie hye No maneryll shall come at the thou shalt be in saftie Neither shal anye plage approch or to thyne house drawe nye For he shall geue commaundement to his angelles for thy sake That they shall kepe the in thy wayes and the charge of the take In theyr handes shall they carie the and safly the conueis That thou ne dashe thy foete agaynste any stone in the waye Thou shalt tread on the Leopard and eke the adder fell So shalt thou spurne the Lions whelpe the dragon cruell Because he hath embraced me he shall not suffer shame I wyll geue him the vpper hand for he cōfest my name He shall call on me and I wyll heare and succour his nede I wyll deliuer him and make him gloriouse in dede His lyfe shall be so longe that he shall wysh to lyue no more Myne health and my saluation I wyll geue him in store The .xcij. Psalme NOwe is it mete O thou most high osynge vnto thy
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
am thy pore seruaunt I saye wherfore enstructe thou me To vnderstande all such thynges as in thy wyttnesses be And nowe is it a mete tyme for the Lorde to worcke his feate For they haue broken thy lawe Lorde and do thy wyll forgete Wherefore I haue loued thy lawe thy preceptes eche one More then I haue loued fyne goulde or most preciouse stone And for this cause I do defende all thy lawes as most ryght But all disceytfull wayes I hate and owe them moste dispight Because thy lawes and wyttnesses are wonderfull to me Therfore I saye my soule hath kept them in simplicitie The verie entraunce of thy wordes and the firste openynge Bryngeth lyght and enstructeth the simples vnderstandynge And for this cause do I open my mouth my breath drawe Because I do greatly desyre the preceptes of thy lawe Loke backe to thy seruant and deale wyth me mercifully As thou arte wont wyth them that loue thy name vnfaynedly Forme thou my steppes Lorde wyth thy worde let them therwyth agree And let no maner of vayne thynge haue the rule ouer me O Lorde redeme thou me from al humane oppressions That I maye kepe shyne holy lawes and constitutions And shewe thy chereful countenaūce vnto thy pore seruant And teach me thy decrees and eke thy holy couenaunt Greate streames of water do descend downe from thy seruauntes eies For theyr sakes that kepe not thy lawes nor thy testimonies Lorde thou arte iuste thy iudgmēt is streight before our eies And thou hast geuen strayght charge to kepe all thy testimonies My wrath and indignation doeth me deadly greauaunce Because myne enimies haue not thy wordes in remembraunce Thy worde Lorde is a thynge moste pure and purged of all fylth And it is the onely thynge that thy pore seruant louethe I am in dede but verie base and also despised Yet do I not forget the thynges that thou haste ordeined Thy iustice is such a iustice that it doeth styll endure And thy lawe is the veritie most sincere and most pure Greate daynger and greate miserie haue me deprehended Yet wyth thyne holy preceptes Lorde I am styll delited The iustice of thy wyttnesses is eternall I saye Teache me therfore that I maye lyue for euer and for aye Because I crye with all myne herte Lord graunt thou my requeste That I maye well obserue and kepe all that thou decreeste Because I crye to the I saye do thou saue me at nede That I maye well obserue all thy testimonies in dede The dawnynge and the breake of daye I do preuent and crie And in thy worde and sure promise a faythfull truste haue I. Myne eies do preuent the vigilles and wakynge tyme of nyght That of thyne holye worde I maye dispute some what aright Heare thou my voyce O Lorde I saye euen for thy mercie sake And accordynge to thy iudgment do thou me lustie make Suche men as folowe wyckednes nygh vnto me do drawe Suche men I saye as nowe are gone a greate waye from thy lawe But thou also Lorde arte at hande wyth me prest and redie And all thyne holy preceptes are moste sincere veritie Whych thynge I knewe by thy wyttenes longe tyme before thys daye For thy testimonies haue bene for euer and for aye Loke backe vpon my miserie and set thy seruant free For I haue not yet forgotten the lawe thou gaueste me Pleade thou my cause and let me be by the deliuered And offer me thy worde that I maye be recreated Thyne health is far frō the wycked they shall not it enioye Because to seke out thy decrees none of thē doeth employe Thy mercie Lord is manifolde to it thou arte styll bent Wherfore refreshe thy pore seruant after thyne owne iudgment I haue erred as doeth a shepe that goeth head longe to dye But seke thou me because I haue thy lawes in memorie The .cxx. Psalme IN my greate perile and daynger to the Lorde dyd I crye And he gaue eare eke graunted my requeste by and by O Lorde deliuer thou my soule frō lyppes that vse to lye And eke from a disceytful tonge which cause the soule to dye O thou disceytfull tonge I saye what can be lyke to the Or what thynge maye God to the adde whereby thou mayste worse be Thou arte lyke vnto the arrowes that from a stronge man flee And also lyke the burnynge coles of the Iuniper tree Woes me that I am a straynger emonge men of Nesech And that I dwell in Cedars tentes lyke a miser and wreche My soule hath lyued longe emonge men that hate quietnes For when I that loue peace do speake to warres they do them dresse The .cxxj. Psalme MYne eies lyfte I vp to the hylles to God that is on hye For thens my confort and my hope and only helpe haue I. Myne only helpe cometh to me downe from the Lorde aboue From him I saye that made heauen earth that doeth not moue When the Lord taketh charge of the thou shall treade stydfastly And thy kepar shal not desyre to slepe or close his eie For lo he is nothynge slepy neither shall slepe at all That hath Israel in kepynge as rular ouer all It is the Lorde that kepeth the and shadoweth the from ille It is the Lorde that is present euen at thy right hande styll The sunne therfore shal not stryke the by daye wyth his beames bright No more shall the contagiouse mone in the tyme of the nyght The Lorde shal kepe the salfe and sownde none euell shall come the nye And he shall kepe thy lyfe also thy soule shall neuer die The Lorde shall kepe the salfe I saye and be thy defender In all thynges that thou goest aboute from hense forth for euer The .cxxij. Psalme WHen men saye in this wise to me go we to the Lordes house Then am I made right glad I say and excedynge ioyouse In thy gates O Ierusalem in thy gates so goodly Oure fete haue stand and there haue we bene a great companie Ierusalem was firste builded for to be a citie And a place where men myght be knyt in a societie Vp to the whych kynreddes do go that of goddes stocke are founde To confesse him out of the lawe wherwyth Iacob is bounde For there are seates of right iudgment iustice appoynted That is to saye the seate of the house stocke of Dauid Oh wyshe you to Ierusalem peace and prosperitie And that all maye go well wyth them that do loue that citie Peace be wythin thyne vtter walles and eke prosperitie In all thy goodly palaices wherin thy princeslye For my brethren and my frendes sake I wyll speake all suche thynge As vnto thy felicitie and wealth is belongynge And for the loue of the house of the Lorde our God I saye Thynges profitable vnto the I wyll seke for alway The .cxxiij. Psalme OH thou that dwellest in heauens and arte there styll present To the do I lyfte vp myne eies my mynde to the
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
or do once nodde Tyll I fynde a place for the Lorde and house for Iacobs God Him haue we hearde in Ephrata there haue we heard his sounde And in the fieldes of wyldernes present we haue him founde Go we therfor to his dwellynges throne where he doeth sitte And let vs fall downe and worshyp the stole vnder his fete Arise O Lorde thou that shalt come into thy quiete reste Arise thou I saye and let the arcke of thy powre be preste Let thy priestes put on rightuousenes let thy good men synge And for thy seruant Dauids sake saye not naye to thy kynge The Lorde sware trueth vnto Dauid and wyll it not denie That he would set vpon his throne some fruite of his bealy If thy sonnes shal kepe my comnaunt and lawes that I shall teache Theyr sonnes also shall weare the crowne so longe as tyme doeth reache For the Lorde hath chosen Sion to be his seate sayeinge This is myne euerlastynge rest here shall be my dwellynge For I haue chosen hir and wyll geue hir vitailes plentie And wyth breade wyll I fede hir pore and them all satisfie Hir priestes I wyll indue wyth health they shall be in salftie And the good mē that dwel in hir shal synge reioyceyngly In hir wyll I make Dauids horne his power for to springe And in hir I haue prepared a candle for my kynge Whose enimies I wil endue wyth rebuke and wyth shame But vpon him shall aye florish his crowne diadeame The .cxxxiij. Psalme BEhold howe good a thynge it is howe pleasaunt to see If brothers can dwell togither in all pointes agree It is lyke as if good oyntmēt that smelleth moste swetely Beynge shed on the heade should drope on the bearde by and by The beard I saye of the hygh priest that was named Aharon And should drope on the cape of the garmentes that he had on Lyke the dewe of mounte Hermon that on Sions hille doeth falle Where the Lorde bade blessynge should be and lyfe sempiternall The .cxxxiiij. Psalme BEholde ye seruantes of the Lorde preach ye the Lorde of myght All ye I saye that stande present in the Lordes house by nyght Lyfte vp your handes wyth holines towarde his sanctuarie And preach the Lord shewe forth hys prayse and eke hys greate mercie The Lorde geue the out of Sion welth felicitie The Lorde I saye that made the earth and eke the heauen hye The .cxxxv. Psalme OH ye that be the Lordes seruātes prayse his name without staye Al ye that stāde in the Lordes house our goddes courtes I saye Prayse God for whye the Lord is good syng vnto his name For it is full pleasaunt and good wherfore prayse ye the same For God hath chosen vnto hym Iacob Israell To be hys people and hys flocke thys do I knowe right well For I knowe that the lorde is greate and doeth all goddes excell And doeth all thynges at hys pleasure in heauen earth and in hell Frō al the borders of the earth he draweth vp clowdes I knowe He turneth lyghtnynges into rayne and maketh the wyndes blowe He strake and slewe all the fyrste borne aswell of man as beaste That were of the frye of Egypt where his flocke was oppreste He sent forth signes and eke wōders amyd Thegyptians lande So dyd he to kynge Pharao wyth all his garde or band Manye and sundrye nations he dyd also destroye So dyd he kyll right many kynges moste puisaunt and myghtie He destroyed Sichon himselfe the kynge of Amorrites And Og kynge of Basan wyth all kyngdomes of Chananites And he gaue theyr enheritaunce theyr byrthright I saye To his people that it myght be theyr heritage for aye O Lorde thy name is eternall so is thy memorie Thou shalt neuer be forgotten thy name shall neuer die For the Lorde shall iudge his people he shall reuenge theyr wronge And from his flocke he shall returne wyth a reioyceynge songe The Images of the heathen are of gould and syluer The worcke that mans hand hath brought forth and molten togither For they haue mouthes and do not speake and eies and do not see So haue they eares and do not heare suche worthy thynges they be They haue a nose yet in theyr mouth ther is no breath at all They haue no breath to speake to such as do vpon them call Lyke whom all such men shall be made as do make them certayne And so shall they that put theyr trust in thynges that are so vayne Ye house of Israell I saye preach ye the Lorde therfore And ye house and stocke of Aharon preache the Lorde euer more Ye house and kynred of Leuie ye priestlye nation Preache ye the Lorde O ye that feare the Lorde preach hym eche one The Lorde that hath hys dwellynge in Ierusalem for aye Must haue his prayse out of Sion prayse ye the Lorde I saye The .cxxxvj. Psalme COnfesse confesse vnto the Lorde for he is good I saye Confesse to him for hys goodnes continueth for aye Confesse vnto the God of goddes whose goodnes doeth styll laste Confesse vnto the Lord of lordes whose mercie is not paste Because hys goodnes hath no ende he doeth wonders alone· And by hys wisedome he hath made the heauens euerychone Because his mercie is endlesse he hath lyfted vp grownde Aboue the waters hath made two lyghtes boeth greate and rownde Because hys goodnes hath no ende he made the sunne so bryght To rule the daye eke the mone starres to rule the nyght Because his mercie is endlesse he slewe the fyrste borne all Of the Egyptians and brought Israell out of thralle Because his goodnes hath none ende he dyd this wyth greate myght And wyth an arme that was styfly stretched out in theyr syght Because hys mercie is endlesse he dyd the red sea slyt In sunder and brought Israell salfe and sounde thorowe it Because hys goodnes hath none ende he drowned Pharao ▪ Subuertynge hym in the red sea and hys armie also Because hys mercie is endlesse he led through desert lande His owne people and slewe greate kynges that dyd hys flocke wythstande Because his goodnes hath none ende he slewe kynges moste myghtie Sichon hym selfe that was the kynge of Thamorrites Citie Because hys mercie is endlesse he slewe Og Basans kynge And gaue theyr lande heritage from them and theyr of sprynge Because hys goodnes hath none ende he gaue Ogges lande I saye Vnto hys seruaunt Israell for euer and for aye Because hys mercies endlesse he had vs remembred At such tyme as we were but vyle and were sore oppressed Because hys goodnes hath none ende he hath set vs all cleare From them that were oure enimies as well far of as nere Because hys mercie is endelesse he doeth all beastes feede And geueth to eche lyueynge thynge suche fode as it doeth nede Confesse confesse I saye vnto the God celestiall Whose bountifull goodnes shall laste and be sempiternall The
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