enemies reioyce that I am falleÌ„ and that my hart hath turned out of thy waie But I trust in thy mercy and my harte is comforted in hope to haue help and saluation from thee For thou art good gracious thy mercye indureth euer and thy truthe continueth from one generation to an other Let al them reioice in thee and be glad which seke thee and let them whiche loue to haue saluation of thee saie magnified bee the Lorde for euer Amen ¶ The ninth Psalme Against enemies SO lorde and beholde how many thei be which trouble me howe many whiche make rebellion against me Thei say emong them selues of my soule There is no help of god for it to trust vpoÌ„ O lorde god in thée I haue put my hope and trust saue me from theÌ„ whiche do persecute me and deliuer me Least peradueÌ„ture at one tyme or an other thei take my life from me and ther be none to deliuer me froÌ„ them Haue pitie vpoÌ„ me o lord loke vpoÌ„ the affliction which I suffer of my enemies Forget not thy poore seruaunte suffer not theim whiche be oppressed to looke for helpe alwaies in vaine Put them to flight disappoinct theÌ„ of their purposes caste theim doune headlong as their wickednes hath deserued for thei are traitours and rebelles against thee Let their power be brought to naught and their wickednesse light vpon their owne heades Lette the wicked sinners returne into hell and let theÌ„ fall and bee taken in the pit which thei haue digged I will trust in thee o lord whiche sauest theim that in thee put their confidence Thei saie that thou forgettest thy seruauntes and that thou hidest thy face bicause thou wilt not se their trouble Their pride is to vs muche grief and vexation and thei glorie and triumphe in oure trouble and aduersitie How long O Lorde wilt thou stande a farre of hide thy self in the tyme of tribulation How long shal the wicked despise thee and saie in their harte that thou regardeste nothyng Rise vp O lorde stretche out thy hande forget not theÌ„ whiche be oppressed Bryng doune the power of the wicked that thei may perishe together with their wickednesse Let thy zeale sodainly come vpon them the fierie Thunder bâ—ltes and the spirite of the whirle winde be portion of their parte Preuent me in the daie of my tribulation and deliuer me out of my distresse Haue mercie vpon me for I am troubled on euery side and my strengthe is decaied through myne iniquitie Myne enemies speake of me muche shame rebuke an thei are wholie bente to take my life from me The paines of death compasse me rounde aboute and the flouddes of my synnes trouble me sore The ropes of hell bee tied rounde aboute me and I am wrapped in y e snares of death and whiche waie so euer I goe I finde stumdlyng blockes to ouerthrowe me Stande vp O Lorde and punish this naughtie people and deliuer me from my deceiptfull enemies Heare me in the day of my tribulation let thy mightie name defende me For thou art my fortresse and my glory and bearest vp my weaknesse infirmitie Saue me Lorde I beseche thée that mine enemies preuaile not against me Powre out thy indignatioÌ„ vpon theÌ„ and let the wrathe of thy furie vexe and trouble them Let theim bee confounded for euer yea let them tremble and perishe together Let theÌ„ fall into the deepe pitte and neuer bee hable to rise vp againe That thei maie know thy name to bée the Lorde of hostes onely mightie and high worlde without ende AmeÌ„ ¶ The .x. Psalme When the enemies bée so cruell that he cannot suffer them HAue mercie vpon me o God for thyne enemie fredeth me vnder his fete he ceaseth not to assaulte me and to doe me muche grief He alwaies coueteth too swallowe me vp and many there be that proudly bragge and crake against me Thei gather them selues together in corners Thei watch my steppes how thei may take my soule in a trap Thei be like vnto a Lyon that is greedie of his preye and like a yonge Lyon thei priuely lye in waite for me Thei doe beset my waies that I should not escape thei looke and stare vpon me to take me in their snare Thei haue prepared a net for my feete thei haue digged a deepe pitte that my soule might fall therein Make me strong O lorde GOD by thy might and power make my waie perfect before thee Kepe my steppes continually in right pathes leaste perchaunce my feete begin to slippe I am so vexed that I am vtterly wearie helpe me against theÌ„ that lye in waite for me Make thy mercie to be meruailous in me and deliuer my soule out of their haÌ„des Hide me froÌ„ the companie of the wicked and from the rage of them that worke iniquitie According to thy great mercie quicken me that now in my sorow I bée not brought vnder the power of myne enemie whiche rageth against against me Sende forth thy light and thy truthe and thei shal leaâ— me into thy holy hill and into thy tabernacles Instruct teache my handes to battaile make my armes stronge like a bowe of steele Girde me with strengthe to battaile ouerthrowe theÌ„ that arise against me Instructe me in the waie wherein I maie walke prouide for me by thy ouersight Cast doune mine enemies before my face and destroye them that hate me Least mine enemies ouer come me and the companies of tirantes ouerwhelme me Make my feete to be stedfast and my pathes streight Thei reioyce and bee glad of my fall declination thei be asseÌ„bled together against me thei strike to kille me in the waie before I maie beware of them Thei curse and banne my woordes euery daie and all their thoughtes be set to do me harme My life is as it were in the middes of fierce Lyons whose teethe bee like vnto speares and their tonge like a sharpe swoorde And who shall stand with me against all these or who shall ouercome these woorkers of iniquitie Thei shall flee and râ—nne awaie O Lorde aâ—â—â—ne as thou rebukest theim from the voice of thy thunder thei shall â—enne headlyng Whiche lookest vpon the yearth and it wholy quaketh whiche toucheste the hilles and thei smoke iudgemente procedeth froÌ„ thy face thyne iyes doe approue equitie Keepe me O Lorde from mine aduersaries and vnder the shadowe of thy wynges defende me Iudge them that hurt me fight against them that fight with me Let theim goe backwarde and haue euill lucke whiche persecute me putte them to shame that will my hurte Make them to bée as duste in the winde and let thy angell vexe and disquiet them Let theim vanishe awaie like smoke and as waxe melteth with the heate of y e fire so let them perishe O lorde from thy sight and presence Beate theim doune that thei be not able to stand neuer giue ouer vntill thou haue vtterly destroied them Make their waies darcke and slippie and let thyne
hym yea and all the deade whiche are huried in the yearth shal knele and make reuerence in his honour bicause he hath not disdained to spende his owne life for them Thei that shall come after vs shall honour and serue hym These thynges shall bee written of the Lorde that our posteritie maie knowe and vnderstande them That thei also maie come and shewe these thynges to the people that shalbe borne of them that the Lorde hath doen these thynges whiche be so marueilous A Psalme of thankes giuyng Iubilate deo omnis terra REioyce and syng in the honour of the Lorde all ye that liue on yearth Worshippe and serue the Lorde with gladnesse come into his sighte and presence with ioye and mirthe Acknowledge you and cōfesse that the Lorde is that GOD whiche hath created and made vs for truely wee made not our self but we bée his people and his flocke which he nourisheth and feedeth continually Goe ye through his gates to giue him thākes for the innumerable benefites which ye haue receiued of hym and to syng through his courtes his worthie actes and dedes praise hym and highlie commende his name For the lorde is both good and gracious and his mercie is infinite he is moste constaunt in kéepyng of his promises not to one generation onely but euen to all ¶ A Psalme to be saied in the tyme of any common plague sicknesse or other crosse and visitation of GOD. O Come let vs humble our selues fall doune before the Lorde with reuerence and feare For he is the Lorde oure God and wee are the people of his pasture and the sheepe of his handes Come therefore lette vs turne againe vnto our lorde for he hath smitten vs and he shall heale vs. Let vs repent and tourne from our wickednesse and our sinnes shalbe forgiuē vs. Lette vs tourne and the Lorde will tourne from his heauie wrathe and will pardon vs we shall not perish For wee knowledge oure fault and our sinnes be euer before vs. Wee haue sore prouoked thyne anger O Lorde thy wrathe is waxen hotte and thy heauie displeasure is sore kindled against vs. Thou haste in thyne indignatiō striken vs with gréeuous sicknesse and by and by we haue fallen as leaues beaten doune with a vehemente winde In dede we acknowledge that all punishementes are lesse then our deseruynges but yet of thy mercie Lorde correcte vs to amendement and plague vs not to our destruction For thy hand is not shortned that thou canst not help neither is thy goodnesse abated that thou wilt not hear Thou haste promised O Lorde that afore wee crye thou wilte heare vs whilest wee yet speake thou wilte haue mercie vpon vs. For none that trust in thée shalbee confounded neither any that call vpon thee shalbe despised For thou arte the onely Lorde who woundeste and doest heale againe who killest and reuiueste bryngeste euen to helle and bryngeste backe againste Our fathers hoped in thée thei trusted in thée and thou diddest deliuer them Thei called vpon thée and were helped thei put their truste in thee and were not confounded O Lorde rebuke not vs in thyne indignation neither chasten vs in thy heauie displeasure O remember not the synnes offences of our youth but accordyng to thy mercie thinke thou vpon vs o lorde for thy goodnes Haue mercie vpon vs O Lorde for wée are weake O Lorde heale vs for our bones are vexed And nowe in the vexation of our spirites and the anguishe of our soules wee remember thee and wee crye vnto thee heare Lorde and haue mercie For thyne owne sake and for thy holie names sake incline thyne eare and heare O mercifull Lorde For we doe not powre out our praiers before thy face trustyng in our owne righteousnesse but in thy greate and manifolde mercies Washe vs throughly frō our wickednesse and clense vs from our synnes Tourne thy face from our synnes and put out all oure misdeedes Make vs cleane hartes O God and renewe a right spirite within vs. Helpe vs o God of our saluation for the glorie of thy name O deliuer vs and bee mercifull vnto our synnes for thy names sake So we that be thy people and shepe of thy pasture shal giue thee thankes for euer and will alwaies be shewing forthe thy praise from generation to generation Glory be to the father c. As it was in the begin c. ¶ A Psalme of thankesgiuing for deliuerance from the plague or any other kinde of sicknes trouble or affliction LOrde thou arte become gracious vnto thy lande thou hast turned alwaie the afflictions of thy seruantes Thou hast taken awaie al thy displeasure and tourned thy self from thy wrathfull indignation For if thou lord hadst not helped vs it had not failed but our soules had been put to silence But when wee saied oure feete haue slipped thy mercie O lorde helped vs vp In the multitude of the sorowes that wee had in our hartes thy comfortes haue refreshed our soules Our soules waited still vpon the lorde our soules hāged vpon his helpe our hope was alwaies in hym In the Lordes woorde did wée reioyce in Gods woorde did we comfort our selues For the lorde saied call vpon me in the tyme of trouble and I will heare thee and thou shalt praise me So when wée were poore nedie sickly and in heuines the lord cared for vs he was our help and our sauiour accordyng to his woorde In our aduersitie and distresse he hath lifte vp oure heades and saued vs frō vtter destruction He hath deliuered our soules from death he hath fedde vs in the tyme of dearth he hath saued vs from the noysome pestilence Therefore wil we offer in his holie temple the oblatiō of thankesgiuing with great gladnesse wée will syng and speake praises vnto the lord our sauiour We wil giue thankes vnto the lord for he is gracious and his mercie indureth for euer The Lorde is full of compassion and mercie long sufferyng plenteous in goodnesse and pitie His mercie is greater then y e heauens his gracious goodnes reacheth vnto y e cloudes Like as a father pitieth his owne children euen so is the Lorde mercifull vnto theim that feare hym Therefore will we praise thée and thy mercies o God vnto thee will wee syng O thou holy one of Israell We will syng a new song vnto thee O God wee will praise the Lorde with Psalmes of thankes giuyng O syng praises syng praises vnto our GOD O syng praises syng praises vnto our kyng For God is the king of the yearth sing praises with vnderstandyng Wee will magnifie thee O GOD our kyng we will praise thy name for euer and euer Euery daie will wee giue thākes vnto thee and praise thy name for euer and euer Our mouthe shall speake the praises of the Lorde and let all fleshe giue thankes to his holie name for euer and euer Blessed be the Lorde God of Israell for euer and blessed bee the name of his Maiestie worlde without
exclamation for very paine and thou wilte not saue me O lorde god of hostes how loÌ„g wilt thou be angrie with the praiers of thy seruaunt Come againe vnto me O God my sauior take awaie thine indignatioÌ„ against me When thou arte tourned O Lorde thou thaâ— restore al thinges again and he that was in sadnesse before shall take ioy and comfort of thee Let thy hande bee to helpe manne whiche is thy hâ—ndy worke whom thou hast exalted and magnified to sette forthe thy glorie Mine enemies liue wealthily and are strong and thei which hate me increase and goe forward daiely Thei despraise and set at naught my couÌ„saile bicause I take God for my hope and comforte Thei saie to me daily thou trusteste in God let hym deliuer thee and saue thee if so bee that he heare loue and fauour towardes thee Thei leape at me as it wer so many dogges the companies of the wicked barke at me thei beset my haÌ„des and feete rounde aboute O Lorde goe not farre awaie from me thou art my strength make spede to help me Deliuer my soule froÌ„ death tourne my waie froÌ„ the rage of dogges Kepe mâ— out of the mouth of Lions and saue me from the déepe lake Thou art bothe holie and strong and no man is hable to resist thee wheÌ„ thy anger is greate and feruent Who shall not feare thee O Lorde Or whiche of all princes shall not obey thee The earth trembleth and quaketh for fear of thine anger the people shall not bée able to abide thy â—â—râ—atning Helpe me O Lorde God my sauiour and for the glorie of thy name â—eliuer me forgiue me my trespasses For I doe vtter expresse myne iniquitie vnto thee my synne greueth me verie sore Arise vp O Lorde and helpe me and deliuer me for thy mercies sake O god my refuge and my strength whiche haste been euer a greate helpe in tribulation Thou diddeste receiue me into thy tuition wheÌ„ I came out of my mothers wombe and thou mâ—ste my helper when I sucked my mothers breastes I was left to thâ—â— as sone as I was borne euen from my motherâ— wombe thou art my God Withdrawe not thâ— selfe farre awaie from me for tribulation is nere at hand and ther is none that caÌ„ help me Mine enemies coÌ„passe me rouÌ„de about my persecutors besiege me on euery side And I am feble and weake and sore broken the paine of my hart maketh me to gron and sigh I am as the water that is caste foorthe my strength is gone and vtterly dried vp as if it were a tile stone Haue mercie vpon me O Lorde haue mercie vpoÌ„ me and impute not my sinnes vnto me which I haue doen by folie Remember not my synnes passed lette thy mercies preuent them for I am in a marueilous wretched case I am weakned and cleane out worne and go mourning euery daie And now O Lorde what loke I after verely my soule loketh to thee for helpe Shewe nowe and declare thy goodnesse to me withhold not thy helpe from me My soule is replenished with troubles and aduersities and draweth nere vnto deathes dore I am in greate pouertie and neede and my harte is sore troubled within me Cast not me awaie in the time of my moste necessitie and now when my stength faileth me faile not thou me O Lorde Deliuer me from myne enemies and make me not a mockyng stocke to theim that iest and raile vpon me Saue me from these roaryng LioÌ„s readie to deuour and from the haÌ„des of them that would haue my life froÌ„ me I doe crie to thee O lorde for thou art my hope and my portioÌ„ in the lande of liuers Bring my soule out of prison and set my fete in a place where I maie walke at libertie Turne not thy face away from me leaste I bee made like vnto them that discende intot the pitte Giue eare vnto my praiers for I am punished and brought very lowe Deliuer me from my persecutours for thei bée muche stronger then I. O Lorde heare me spedely least my spirite faile within me Deliuer my soule out of trouble and in thy mercie destroie all myne enemies And make them to perishe whiche would destroye me for I am thy seruaunt AmeÌ„ ¶ The .xiij. Psalme In which he giueth thankes to god that his enemies haue not gotten the ouerhande of hym I Will magnifie and praise thee O Lorde GOD for thou hast exalted me and set me vp and my enemies haue not gotten the ouerhande of me O Lorde of hostes I haue cried vnto thée and thou hast saued me Thou haste broughte my soule out of helle thou haste holden me vp from fallyng into the depe lake froÌ„ wheÌ„ce no man retourneth Thou haste not closed me vp in the handes of myne enemies but thou haste sette my féete in a place both wide and broade I haue soughte thee and thou hast heard me thou hast brought me into libertie out of greate distresse Thou hast tourned my sorow into gladnesse thou hast ceased my mournyng and compassed me rounde about with mirthe Thou haste declared thy greate magnificence in helpyng thy seruaunt Thou hast doen mercifully with me in my miseries Thou hast regarded y e pain of the poore thou hast not turned a waie thy face from me I will euer be singyng and speaking of thy mercies and I will publishe to other thy fidelitie and truthe so longe as I shall liue My mouthe shall neuer cease to speake of thy righteousnesse and of thy benefites whiche bée so many that I can not number them But I will giue thée thankes till death take me away I will sing in y e praise of thée so long as I shall continue I will triuÌ„phe and reioyce in thy mercie for that thou hast looked vpon my necessities and regarde my soule in my greate distresse Thou haste been my sure refuge and the strengthe of my trust and hope I thanke thee Lorde for thy goodnesse alwaie and for thy exceadyng mercie Thou haste been my comfort in the tyme of my trouble thou hast been mercifull vnto me o lorde and hast reuenged the wronges y e mine enemies haue doen to me Accordynge to the multitude of the heauie thoughtes that I had in my mynde thy comfortes haue cleared and lightned my harte Thou haste sente me now ioye for the daies wherein I was in sorowe and for the yeres in whoÌ„ I suffered many a painfull storme Thou hast called to remâ—braunce the rebuke that thy seruaunte hath been put to and how furiously mine enemies haue persecuted me O lorde god of hostes who may be compared vnto thee thou art greate and greatlie to bée praised Thou art high vpon al the earth thou art exalted farre aboue all Goddes Glorie and honour before thy face holinesse magnificence in thy sanctuarie With Iustice and Iudgement thy roial throne is stablished mercie and truth goe before thy face Blessed art thou O lorde which hast not holden backe thy mercie froÌ„ thy
studied wisedome and his tong shall speake iudgement The lawe of God shall be written in his harte and he shall not be ouerthrowen as he goeth O Lorde whiche art my God and my sauiour heare my praier and my tongue shall euer speake and sette out thy mercies Giue me wisedome which is assistēt to the throne that I mai◠discerne betweene good and euill maie know thy holy misteries Open myne eyes that I maie perceiue and beholde the wounderfull thynges whiche be in thy lawe Remēber thy worde now I call vpon thee For I haue put my hope in it make me to knowe the waye of thy wisedome and hide not thy knowledge from me Order me accordyng too thy mercie and disappoincte me not of that I looke for Teache me right wisedom and intelligence for thy wisedome is all that I desire Putte thy woorde in my mouth and fasten thy wisedome in my harte Let thy wisedome rule guide my thoughtes That thei maie alwaie please thee Thy wordes be wōderful and marueilous wherefore my soule deliteth in them Thy wisedome is perfect and thy knowledge is clere and giueth light to the iyes It is more amiable then golde and precious stones it is farre sweeter then the honie combe Thy wisedome is pure and vndefiled and maketh soules strong thy wordes be certaine true and giue vnderstādyng vnto the simple When shal he that erreth in his spirite haue knoweledge and when shal he that is ignoraunt haue learning When wilte thou sende doune thy holie spirite from aboue when shall the blinde hart be lightned with knowledge when shall the tongue that stammereth bee made eloquent I am like a babe without wisedome and discretion let thy strong hande O Lorde be my helpe I knowe that thou canste doe all thynges and nothing is harde to thee Thou art greate O lorde and canste not bee knowen and thy wisedome is infinite I haue declared my cause before thée doe with thy seruaūt accordyng to thy great mercie Loke toward me and haue mercie vpon me that I may bryng to passe that whiche I beleue and thinke may be doen by thee Make the waie of thy wisdome knowen vnto me and replenishe my hart with the knowledge thereof Heare my voice O lorde accordyng to thy mercie intreate me accordyng to iudgemente Giue glory vnto thy name O Lorde for thou onely art good and wise and there is none other sauior beside thée Heare me O Lorde for thy name sake and withhold not thy mercie from me My lipps shall speake and set forth thy laude and praise when thou haste taught me thy wisedome Then I will declare thy marueiles That other also maie be conuerted vnto thée And maie blesse thy name for euer worlde without ende Amen The sixte Psalme A Christian man praieth that he maie bee heard of GOD. O Lorde heare my praiers and lette my crie come to thee Turne not awaie thy face from me in the daie of my tribulation What daie so euer I shall call vpon thee heare me O Lorde God For thou arte greate and workest wonders thou onely art God Also thy workes be great thy thoughtes bee very profounde and deepe Bowe doune thyne eare vnto me and heare me for I am poore and without help Haue mercie vpon me O lord for whē trouble cometh I flie vnto thee for succour Make glad the soule of thy seruaunt for I haue lifted vp my harte vnto thee O lorde thou art good and mercifull of muche mercy to al them that call vpō thee Heare my request and peticion and graciously accept my praiers O Lorde GOD in thee I trust let me not be confounded I beseche thee Deliuer me in thy righteousnesse Herken vnto the voice of my crie O my kyng and my God for I make my humble suite vnto thee Hear my voice with whiche I call vppon thee haue mercie vpō me and saue me My praiers bee euer vnto thee O lorde God if that the tyme of thy gracious pleasure shall come whē that accordyng to the multitude of thy mercie thou wilt heare me in the truth of thy helth Haue regarde vnto me O lord for thy mercie is swete accordyng to the multitude of thy mercies loke vpō me Goe not farre awaie from me O my GOD but make haste to helpe me Let my woordes bee pleasaunte vnto thee and make that the thoughtes and meditation of my harte maie be acceptable afore thee Turne not awaie thy face from thy seruaunt for trouble riseth vp againste me on euery side wherefore nowe succour me My hart desireth thee my soule seketh for thée I tarry and looke when I maie beholde thy face Turne not awaie thy face from me cast not awaie thy seruaunt in a displeasure Thou hast alwaies helped me before this time forsake me not nowe in my moste nede o my lord and my God To thee I crie daiely goe not awaie frō me and turne not the deafe eare vnto me Cause my praier to enter into thy presēce and let my crie come vnto thee Heare me O Lorde for I lifte vp my mynde vnto thy holie temple Help now in time of trouble for vain is the help of mā I looke after thy helpe O Lorde and to thy iudgemetes my will is conformable Looke vnto me and take pitie vpon me for I am poore and lefte alone O Lorde God of hostes if thou wilt thou maiest helpe me nothyng can ouercome thy strength My God my God leaue me not in these greuous tribulations for thy greate names sake O God make hast to deliuer me O lorde make spede to helpe me Bee contented to deliuer me For in thee I truste O Lorde God Beholde I haue no helpe in my self There is no man that regardeth my necessitie I am poore and in miserie and great calamitie and my strength is gone from me Arise vp O Lorde and declare thy glorie vnto thy seruaunte Let saluation and healthe come to me frō thée y t all my enemies maie be ashamed Thine arme is mightie and strong and when thou wilt all thynges bee obedient vnto thee Heauen is thyne yea and the earth is thyne thou madest the worlde and all that is therein Let thy mercie comforte me whiche surely I desire more then this life I sticke to thy testimonies O Lorde let me not bee confounded Out of the depe I haue called vnto thee O lorde lorde heare my voice O let thyne eares marke wel the voice of my cōplaint O lorde if thou impute my sinnes vnto me how maie I looke for thy grace pardon But thy mercie exceadeth all thynges and thy truthe passeth the heauens Wherfore my soule hath looked to thee and to thee maketh humble praiers O God bee not still keepe not silēce but for thine owne sake sée that thy holie name be not dishonoured Extende out thy mercy to them that call vpō thee and thy righteousnesse to theim that seeke thée I haue caste my burdeine vpon thee beare me vp and lette me not alwaies