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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10349	Biblia the Byble, that is, the holy Scrypture of the Olde and New Testament, faithfully translated in to Englyshe.; Bible. English. Coverdale. 1537.	Coverdale, Miles, 1488-1568.	1535 (1535)	STC 2063.3; ESTC S5059	2,069,535	1,172

him vpō his holy hill for the LORDE oure God is holy The XCIX psalme O Be ioyfull in God all ye lōdes serue the LORDE w t gladnes come before his presence w t ioye Be ye sure y t the LORDE he is God It is he y t hath made vs not we oure selues we are but his people the shepe of his pasture O go youre waye in to his gates thē with thankesgeuynge in to his courtes w t prayse be thākfull vnto him speake good of his name For the LORDE is gracious his mercy is euerlastinge and his treuth endureth from generacion to generacion The C. psalme A thākesgeuynge of Dauid MY songe shal be of mercy and iudgment yee vnto the o LORDE wil I synge O let me haue vnderstondinge in the waye of godlynesse vntill the tyme that thou come vnto me so shal I walke in my house w t an innocent herte I wil take no wicked thinge in honde I hate the synne of vnfaithfulnesse it shal not cleue vnto me A frowarde herte shal departe fro me I wil not knowe a wicked personne Who so preuely slaundreth his neghboure him wil I destroye Who so hath a proude loke an hye stomacke I maye not awaye with him Myne eyes shal loke for soch as be faithfull in the londe y t they maye dwell with me and who so ledeth a godly life shal be my seruaunt There shall no disceatfull personne dwell in my house he that telleth lyes shal not tary in my sight I shal soone destroye all the vngodly of the londe that all wicked doers maye be roted out of the cite of the LORDE The CI. psalme HEare my prayer o LORDE and let my criēge come vnto the. Hyde not thy face fro me in the tyme of my trouble enclyne thine eares vnto me when I call O heare me and that right soone For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande My hert is smyttē downe and wythered like grasse so that I forget to eate my bred For the voyce of my gronynge my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh I am become like a Pellicane in the wildernes and like an Oule in a broken wall I wake and am euen as it were a sparow sittinge alone vpon the house toppe Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe they laugh me to scorne and are sworne together against me I eate ashes with my bred and mengle my drynke with wepynge And that because of y e indignacion and wrath for thou hast taken me vp and cast me awaye My dayes are gone like a shadowe and I am wythered like grasse But thou o LORDE endurest for euer and thy remembraunce thorow out all generacions Arise therfore and haue mercy vpon Sion for it is tyme to haue mercy vpon her yee the tyme is come And why thy seruauntes haue a loue to hir stones it pitieth them to se her in the dust The Heithen shal feare thy name o LORDE and all the kynges of the earth thy maiesty For the LORDE shal buylde vp Sion and shal apeare in his glory He turneth him vnto the prayer of the poore destitute and despyseth not their desyre This shal be written for those y t come after that the people which shal be borne maye prayse the LORDE For He loketh downe from his Sanctuary out of the heauen doth the LORDE beholde the earth That he maye heare the mournynges of soch as be in captinyte and delyuer the children of death That they maie preach the name of the LORDE in Sion and his worshipe at Ierusalem When the people are gathered together and the kyngdomes also to serue y e LORDE He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney and shortened my dayes Yet wil I saye O my God take me not awaye in y e myddest of myne age as for thy yeares they endure thorow out all generacions Thou LORDE in the begynnynge hast layed y e foundacion of the earth and the heauens are the workes of thy hondes They shal perishe but thou shalt endure they all shall wexe olde as doth a garment as a vesture shalt thou chaunge thē and they shal be chaunged But thou art the same and thy yeares shal not fayle The children of thy seruauntes shall contynue their sede shal prospere in y e sight The CII A psalme of Dauid PRayse the LORDE o my soule all that is within me prayse his holy name Prayse the LORDE o my soule forget not all his benefites Which forgeueth all thy synnes and healeth all thy infirmities Which saueth thy life from destruccion and crowneth the with mercy louynge kyndnesse Which satisfieth thy desyre with good thinges makynge the yonge and lusty as an Aegle The LORDE executeth rightuousnesse and iudgment for all them y t suffre wronge He shewed his wayes vnto Moses and his workes vnto the children of Israel The LORDE is full of compassion and mercy longe sufferinge and of greate goodnesse He wil not allwaye be chydinge nether wil he kepe his anger for euer He hath not dealt with vs after oure synnes ner rewarded vs acordinge to oure wickednesses For loke how hye the heauē is in comparison of the earth so greate is his mercy also towarde them that feare him Loke how wyde the east is from the west so farre hath he set oure synnes from vs. Yee like as a father pitieth his owne children euen so is the LORDE mercifull vnto thē that feare him For he knoweth wherof we be made he remembreth that we are but dust That a man in his tyme is but as is grasse florisheth as a floure of the felde For as soone as the wynde goeth ouer it it gone and the place therof knoweth it nomore But the mercifull goodnesse of y e LORDE endureth for euer and euer vpon them y t feare him and his rightuousnesse vpon their childers children Soch as kepe his couenaunt and thinke vpon his commaundementes to do them The LORDE hath prepared his seate in heauē and his kyngdome ruleth ouer all O prayse the LORDE ye angels of his ye that be mightie instrēgth fulfillinge his commaundement that mē maye heare the voyce of his wordes O prayse the LORDE all ye his hoostes ye seruauntes of his that do his pleasure O speake good of the LORDE all ye workes of his in euery place of his dominion prayse thou the LORDE o my soule The CIII psalme PRayse the LORDE o my soule O LORDE my God thou art become exceadinge glorious thou art clothed with maiesty and honoure Thou deckest thy self with light as it were w t a garment thou spredest out the heauen like a curtayne Thou voltest it aboue with waters thou makest the cloudes thy charet and goest vpon the wynges of the wynde Thou makest thine angels spretes and thy ministers flammes of fyre Thou hast layed y e