to thée and I shalbe tourned for thou arte my maker I am the claye and worke of thy handes Turne not thy face awaie from me nor goe not from thy seruaunt in thine anger Be my helper and forsake me not despise me not O lorde whiche art my GOD and my healthe Amen The second Psalme for remission of synnes O Moste mightie God of Aungels and of men whose iudgemeÌ„tes bée vnsearchable whose wisedome is profounde and depe Heare the praiers of thy seruaunt and cast not awaie the huÌ„ble sutes of thy poore creature and handie worke For as long as I shal liue I will speake vnto thee and I will not hold my peace so long as the breathe is in my bodie I doe tourne my soule vnto thee and I set myne eyes directly vpon thee Let thyne anger bée tourned awaie from me I besech thee and graunt that I maie finde grace and fauoure in thy sight Accordyng to thy greatenesse of the merrie forgiue me all my synnes Plucke me awaie from myne heinous offences and heale my soule whiche hath offended thee make me free from the guilte of my transgression for I acknowledge my iniquitie and am sorie for my synnes I haue forsaken thy waie and I knowyng thy commaundementes haue dooen all thinges coÌ„trary to them I haue broken the couenauÌ„t that I made with thee and haue despised to keepe thy lawe Uerely I haue synned against thee O lorde God and the blemishe of my synneâ— bideth still with me euen vnto this daie I haue forsaken thee O God my maker and gone awaie from thee my sauiour and haue rebelled againste thee like the Ore that winceth and striueth when he 〈◊〉 â—o yoked I haue hâ—â—denâ—d my harte againste thee and I haue lifted vp my necke proudly after 〈◊〉 â— haue trusted in â—yes and through deâ—eipte would not knowledge thee but I haue folowed the lâ—udnesse of my harte My 〈◊〉 and arrogancie haue begiled me and the fooliâ—â— boldnesse of my harte hath broughte me into desolate waies Myne own counsailes and aduises haue wroughte me these thynges Suche is the malice and rebellioÌ„ that possesseth the hartes of men My soule is â—ut froÌ„ quietnesse and reste â–ª and I cannot thinke of any good thyng The yoke of my synnes is waxed verie heauie it is lifted vp and fastened aboute my necke Thou hast spoken to me but I would not heare thou haste called me but I would not aunswere I beleued not thy wordes nor would abide thy counsaile I regarded not thy holie woorde and I gaue not my mynde to thy saiynges Thou hast striken me but I would not know the cause thereof thou haste corrected me but I would not take thy discipline I did not consider in my hart that thou wouldest not forget my sinne and malice With my mouth and my lippes I glorified thee but my harte was farre froÌ„ thee I hid my synne as Adam did to the intent to haue my iniquitie vnknowen I asked counsaile of thy mouthe and I would not folowe thy lawe I haue sinned before thine eyes â–ª and therefore my soule is made vnstable I forseke thee whiche art the fountaine of continuall springyng waters to the intent to bigge to my self muddie pittes whiche haue no water In all these thinges I am not retourned to thee nor I haue not praied vnto thee that I might leaue my wicked waies Se lorde and behold how vile I am made al the beautie of my soule is perished and gone In so muche that now I dare not in any wise beholde and looke vpon thee And there was no cause why I should forsake thee vainly folowe vaine thinges Lorde haue mercie vpon me and hear my praiers for thou arte my God and there is no sauiour besides thee Tourne awaie from me thy heauie displeasure and destroye me not for my synnes of my youth I humbly beseche thee O Lorde forgiue me forgiue me for thy excedyng mercy O Lorde God of hostes if thou bée determined to saue who can lette or resiste If thou stretche out thy hande who shall turne thee awaie Thou maiest doe to me as the potter doeth to his potte for behold I am in thy haÌ„de as the claye is in his Amende me O lorde but in mercy not in thine anger leaste thou vtterly consume me make me to vnderstand and knowe how hurtful and deadly a thyng it is to forsake thee my Lorde GOD and to caste awaie from me the feare of thee There is no man that can heale me nor cure my plage no man can deliuer me â—ut thou O lorde whiche woundest makest whole whiche strikeste and healest againe My destruction cometh of my self my helpe and saluation standeth onely in thee For none is like vnto thee thou art mightie and greate is the name of thy strength Turne me to thée o lorde and I shall bee tourned take awaie from me this synfull harte that thy lawe maye bryng for the fruite in me Remember me Lorde for thy goodnes sake and for the great loue that thou bearest towardes me O lorde God behold thou hast made bothe heauen and yearth by thy greate might and nothing is harde to thée Thou art that puissaunte and mightie whose name is the lorde of hostes great and marueilous in thy counsaill As sone as thou hast spokeÌ„ the woorde all thynges bee doen assone as thou hast coÌ„maunded thynges bee and thy woorde returneth not to the voide and without effect Thou o lorde God shewest mercie vnto all for thou caÌ„st doe all and thou makeste as though thou sawest not the synnes of men bicause thei should doe penaunce and amende their liues For thou louest all thynges that bee and hateste nothing that thou haste made for nothyng thou madest or hast ordeined of any hatred Thou spareste and tenderest all men for all thynges be thyne and thou louest the soules of men Thou doest minister mercie equitie and iustice in the yearth and therfore in these vertues thou greatly delitest Truely O lorde thou art righteous and gracious notwithstandyng I haue offended thee transgressyng thy couenaunt and trespassyng against thee O lorde thou hast seen all my abhominations looke on my cause and consider how vile and wretched I am see and beholde my greate confusion In the tyme of reconciliatioÌ„ heare me and in the daie of saluation haue mercie on me Be merciful vnto me and haue mercie on me whiche haue none other helpe but thee whose will nothing can resist wheÌ„ so euer thou doest purpose to saue Heare me whiche am a wretche makyng supplication vnto thee make me to truste in thy name and deliuer me by thy power Haue regarde to me from heauen O Lorde and looke downe from thy holie habitation and from the throne of thy glory Destroy me not bicause of my iniquitie but remember the sorowe and paine that I suffer Be not stil angrie with me o lorde forget all my sinnes and remember theÌ„ no loÌ„ger Let my praier ascende vp vnto thee saie vnto my
The Kynges Psalmes ¶ The firste Psalme 〈◊〉 the obteinyng remission â—f synnes O Lorde of Lordes God almightie greate and dreadfull whiche by thy woorde haste made heauen yearth the Sea and all thynges conteined in them Nothyng is hable to resist thy power thy mercie is ouer all thy woorkes 〈◊〉 thynges bée vnder thy dominioÌ„ and rule bothe man 〈◊〉 beaste and all liuyng â—â—â—atures Thou arte mercifull too whom thou wilte and haste compassion on whom it pleaseth thee Thy counsaile shalt stand for euer and what so euer thou wilt shalbe doen. Power Dominion and Glorie is thine whiche arte aboue all thynges and in all thynges and in vs all Thou arte father of mercies and GOD of all grace peace and comforte whiche wilt not the death of sinneâ— nor delitest in the damnation of soules O Lorde God whiche art riche in mercie and of thyne especiall loue towardes vs euen when wee were thyne enemies by sinne didst sende into the worlde thyne onely begotteÌ„ sonne Iesus Christ that whosoeuer beleueth duly in hym shall not perishe but haue euerlastyng life Haue mercie vpoÌ„ me haue mercie vpon me accordyng to thy greate mercie And according to the multitude of thy mercâ—â— put awaie myne 〈…〉 O God moste 〈…〉 me from my 〈◊〉 and make me cleane 〈◊〉 myne vncleannesse For I acknowledge O Lorde my heinous synnes and accuse my self of myne vnrighteous deedes I confesse against my self the wickednesse of my hart whiche hath been euer vnfaithfull and rebellyng against thy preceptes I haue béen an vntrue and a froward childe to thee and haue prouoked thee with my vanities O holie father I haue offended thy diuine Maiestie and am not worthie to bee called thy sonne Bicause I prouoked thee to anger through the multitude of my synnes and haue not exercised my self in thy righteous lawes I haue turned backe from thy waies and doen euill before thee I haue doen wickedly and vniustly behaued my selfe leauing thy coÌ„maundementes and murmuring against thy correction I haue tourned my self awaie and not kepte my promise made vnto thée I haue walked in an euill waie after myne owne thoughtes fantasies chusyng the thynges that thou wouldest not O Lorde God almightie I haue not feared thee nor shewed due reuerence vnto thee but I haue been disobedient stubburne vnto thée As a coÌ„mon harlot is with out shame eueÌ„ so am I without shame of my synnes for behold I speake vnto thee yet I synne more and more I haue left that whiche is good and gone backe from thee and I haue not put my truste and hope in thee my maker but haue soughte for helpe and sauegarde otherwise I haue ploughed wickednesse and reaped iniquitie eaten the fruicte of lyes Bicause I haue trusted in mine owne waie I haue cast thy lawes behynde my backe not regardyng thy commaundementes nor leauyng mine owne leude customes I haue not giuen my hart to returne to thy pathes for I would not knowe thee but haue falleÌ„ through mine iniquitie I neuer vnto this day turned truely vnto thée with all my harte But as a woman that breaketh her fidelitie and promise vnto her houseband euen so O lorde God I haue broken my promise vnto thee For I haue liued abhominablie and haue had no remorse nor repentaunce for my euill deedes but haue runne from synne to synne followyng the leude desires of my harte Thou knoweste all thynges O Lorde howe I haue prouoked thée to displeasure by my leude inuentions and none of all my synnes be hid from thee I hated thy discipline and correction and regarded not thy wordes and saiynges I haue not doen penaunce for my malice But haue increased in muche vanitie My harte hath been voide of truthe my handes haue wrought vnrighteousnesse My tonge hath spoken sinfully and I haue laboured with the imagination of my harte to finde out lyes and deceiptes and no truth hath been in my waies I haue accustomed my tong to speake â—rifles vanities fulfillyng my fleshly desires and thoughtes my purposes and inuentions haue been contrary to thy will whereby I haue offended the eyes of thy Maiestie Thou haste seen all these thynges O Lorde and haste holdeÌ„ thy peace and yet thei were euill in thy fighte and displeased thee In thy anger thou hast cast me awaie and arte diuided from me now many daies Thou hast giuen me vp to the desires of my harte To doe the thynges whiche bee not semyng Woe I am that I haue gone from thée greate is my miserie that I haue lead my life in synne Woe is me that I haue forsaken thee to doe my deuises not after thy minde to accomplishe my thoughtes which haue not proceaded of thy spirite but haue heaped vp synne vpon synne Myne infamie reproche is daiely before mine eyes for shame I dare not shewe my face And now o lord god why forgettest thou me why kepeste thou awaie so long thy mercie from me Heare now my cause gratiously although thou haste been displeased with me agreate while For thou arte mercifull bee not angrie alwaies I beseche thee Cast not awaie a contrite penitent persone a wretch and an abiecte whiche humblie calleth vpon thy name Tourne againe a little toward me O lorde God and forgiue me my mischeuous deedes Order me not accordyng to my sinnes nor punish me as my wickednes deserueth Shewe not forthe thy power against a poore wretch persecute hym not so sore which is without al streÌ„gth Turne not thy face alwaie from my praiers but accordyng to thy promises take me againe vnto thy fauour For I am thyne O righteous father whoÌ„ thine onely deare sonne hath redemed with his precious bloud And now my soule abhorreth my old coÌ„uersation and of thee whiche arte iudge of all men I aske mercie I dooe submit my self vnder thy mightie hand for after thyne anger thou shewest mercie and in the time of tribulation thou doest forgiue synnes I acknowledge that I am a sinner beseching thee lorde God almightie of thy goodnesse to doe with me accordyng to thy greate mercie I am coÌ„founded and ashamed to lifte vp myne eyes vnto thee for my synnes are ascended vp vnto thy sight Against thee O father againste thee I haue synned and dooen euill before thee thou seest that myne iniquitie is greate Truely I haue béen an offender againste thee euen from my cradell and sinee I sucked my mothers brestes I haue not ceased to doe euil Beholde I was begotten in iniquitie and my mother brought me into this worlde defiled with synne For the Corne of an euill seede is sowen in my harte and how muche wickednesse hath sprong therof vnto this daie thou knowest O lorde I can not shake of my synnes and offence but I carrie still with me the infamie of my youth Behold lord I am sold vnder sinne and in my fleshe I finde not that whiche is good For the good that I would that dooe I not but the euill that I hate that I doe
pacient of muche mercifulnesse and truthe Which for thy aboundant charitie and according to thy greate mercie hast taken vs out from the power of darknesse and haste saued vs by the fountaine of regeneration and newe birth and the renuyng of the holie ghoste whoÌ„ thou hast shed vpon vs aboundantly by Iesu Christ our sauiour If I haue found grace and fauour in thy sighte Suffer me to speake a woorde vnto thee and bee not displeased with me Why doest thou euer forgette me and leauest me in the middes of my troubles and euilles Where is become thy zeale and thy strength Where is the multitude of thy tender affections of thy mercies O lorde maie not he whiche is fallen rise vp againe or maie not he whiche hath gone awaie froÌ„ thée returne to thee againe Shall my sorowe euer indure Shall my wounde bée vncurable and neuer healed How commeth it to passe that I tourne still awaie froÌ„ thee my synne daily increaseth and of my self I cannot retourne In as muche as it is not giuen to manne to direct his own waies neither to make perfect his own procedinges For in thy hand is the life of euery liuyng thyng and the spirit also of euery man Thou shewest thy mercie to whoÌ„ thou wilte and thou art gracious to them whom thou fauourest Thou doest kill and thou doest quicken Thou leadest doune to hell gate and bryngest vp againe Thy iyes beholde the wayes of euery man and thou searchest the hartes of men There is no place so secret or darcke wherein synners may hide theÌ„ selues froÌ„ thée Nor any maÌ„ may so lurke and hide hym self in caues but thou shalt se hym which doest fulfill both heauen and yearth in euery parte Why hast thou cast me awaie from thy presence and takest me for thy enemie Why hast thou laied vpoÌ„ my head the heauie waight of my sinnes seyng no maÌ„ is able to beare thy displeasure What meaneth it that thou sheweste thy power against a wretche Why destroyest thou me for the sinnes of my youth If I haue sinned what shal I 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thee if my sinnes be increased what shall I doe If I doe iustly what shall I giue to thee or what shall thou receiue at my hande My wickednesse shal hurt myself and my rightousnes shall profite me The life of man is a temptation vpon the yeare â—â—and if I haue synneâ— as all men haue what maiâ— I 〈◊〉 Shall any man bee founde cleane and without 〈◊〉 fore thee or shall 〈…〉 without default in his dides How maie â— morâ— all man 〈◊〉 puâ—e from spirite 〈◊〉 sight 〈◊〉 how maie he which is borne of a woman â—ee righteous Remember O lorde I beseche thee that thou haste made me of the yearth and that thou shalte brâ—ng me againe into the dust of death My daies passe and vanish awaie like smoke thei waist daily there is no tarriyng My life flieth awaie as the wynde and considereth not that whiche is good I 〈◊〉 but lately â—orne into thiâ— worlde and shortly I shalbe taken away hence by death I neuer continue still in one state The daies of my life bee fewe and shorte thou haste appoincted an ende which I shall not passe Naked and bare I came out of my mothers wombe and naked and bare I shall retourne againe Tuely all men liuyng are vanitie Haue pitie o lorde on theÌ„ that are in miserie despise not the workes of thy haÌ„des Though we sinnâ— yet are we vnder thée for we know thy power and strength and if we synne not then are we sure that thou regardest vs. Cease thy indignation O lorde and turne it from me and caste all my synnes behinde thy backe Take awaie thy plagues from me for thy punishmeÌ„t hath made me bothe feeble and fainte For when thou chastisest a manne for his sinnes thou causest him by and by to consume and pine awaie Whatsoeuer is delectable in hym perisheth like vnto the clothe that is eaten with Mothes Would God I had one to defende me a while vntill thy anger were tourned awaie or that thou wouldest set me a tyme in the whiche thou wouldest remeÌ„ber me I am cleane caste awaie froÌ„ thy preseÌ„ce shall I neuer hereafter se thy face againâ— â–ª Behold I haue opened the griefes of my soule the daies or my sorowes hauâ— takeÌ„ me The flâ—uddes of triâ—ulation coÌ„passe me rounde about and the â—reaures of thy fury renne ouer me And I crie â–ª vnto thee O lorde God but thou heareste me not I aske mercie but thou reieâ—test my praiers Why thrustest thou doun 〈◊〉 wretche froÌ„ thy presence or why forsakest thou me so long tyme Why takest thou not away my iniquitie And why puttest thou not awaie the wickednesse of my harte Arise and tarry no longer O Lorde arise and â—eieâ—â—e me not for euer Haue me in remembrance I beseche thée for I throâ—ghly tremble shake for feare Yet I will not holde my tonge â–ª but crie still vnto thée with a mournyng an heauie harte Tourne awaie the stroke of thy vengeaunce from me bryng my minde out of troubles into rest I am here no longer continewer but a pilgrime and a straunger as all other mortall men be And what â—s maÌ„ that thou shouldeâ—â— beâ— angerie with him Or what is mankinde that thou shouldest be so heauie Lorde vnto vs What witte thou bryng folowe vpon sorowe I pant for paine and finde no reste My sorowe greeueth me when I should eate sodain fighes ouer whelme my hart I am as if my bones were all to broken when I heare myne enemies raile vpoÌ„ me and saie to me daie by daie where is thy Godâ— Why tournest thou thy face awaie froÌ„ these thinges O Lorde Why hast thou no regarde of my trouble I earnestly â—ake my prayers daiely 〈◊〉 thy sight and the heauinesse of my hart â–ª I doe shewe vnto thee My spirite is carefull and troubled within me and desperation hath entered into my harte Is it thy pleasure O lorde GOD to caste awaie thyne owne handie worke Deliuer my soule froÌ„ corruption and my life from euerlastyng darkenesse What auaileth it me that euer I was borne if thou caste me straight into damnation seyng that she deade shall not praise thee nor any of theim whiche goe doune to helle I haue synned what shall I doe to thee why hast thou putte me to bee contrarie to thee I am wearie of myne owne self Why searcheste thou out my sinnes so narrowly wheÌ„ there is no man that caÌ„ take out of thy hande If â— would say that I wer rightous and without sinne then thou mightest worthily condemne me to the fire prepared for the Deuill and his angelles But I confesse that I am a synner and I dooe humble my harte in thy sight Surely if any man would stande with thee in iudgement he shall not be able to answere one word to a thousande thynges wherewith thou mightest charge hym This maketh me to feare all my deedes knowing
that thou spareste not hym that offendeth If I loke vpon thy power O how mightie and stronge thou art if I shall cal for iudgemente who shall defende my matter or speak for me To thée O lorde I cal and crie to thée my God I make myne humble sute Tourne awaie thyne anger from me That I maye knowe that thou arte more mercifull vnto me then my synnes deserue What is my streÌ„gth that I maie indure Or what is y e ende of my trouble that my soule maie pacieÌ„tly abide it My streÌ„gth is not a stonie strength and my flesh is not made of brasse There is no helpe in my selfe and my strength fleeth awaie from me Although thou hide these thynges in thyne harte yet I knowe that thou wilt remember me at length For thou art true and iust O lorde God thou doest not condemne vniustly whiche rewardest man accordyng to his deserteâ— All this is come vnto me bicause I haue forgotteÌ„ thée and not vsed my self truely in thy testament My hart hath turned backwarde and I hauâ— followed the desires of my fleshe And thou hast surely knowen thiâ— thing which â—nowest the sâ—cretes of the hart Laie not againste me O lord the sinnes of my youth nor haue in remembraunce â—yne olde iniuries dooen against thee Daily sorowe ouercometh me and saâ—nesse possesseth my harte I looke after peace but I can not haue it I looke for a tyme of health but my grief continueth still When the tyme of thyne anger is past let mercy come yet am I vnhappy more and more Woe and alas that euer I synned My harte therefore mourneth is sad all mirth and ioye be banished froÌ„ me How am I wasted How miserably am I confounded bicause I haue forsaken and caste awaie thy lawe Death hath asceÌ„ded vp by the windowes pearcyng the inwarde partes of my hart When I daily one while in use secretly with my self an other while with loude voice crie out and complain the meane tym◠〈◊〉 draweth nere to the pitte Who shall giue me place to reste in from all my griefes and troubles And I will forsake all men and get me awaie from them Who shal giue me water to my heade and a fountaine of teares to myne iyes that I maie bewaile my synnes bothe night and daie And I will looke for hym whiche maie saue me and deliuer me from the wrathe to come I haue no trust neither in life nor death but I feare thy iudgement o lorde the paines prepared for wicked sinners The feare of my sinne maketh me carefull the burdein of my conscieÌ„ce oppresseth me sore O God whiche tenderly louest mankinde art most rightful iudge spare me now I beseche thée and shewe me some fauour while tyme is Forgiue that which I feare putte awaie that whiche I dread before I depart hence and shall not returne again My synnes do vexe trouble me sore thei be so greate that none can be greater Alas my fal alas my miserie alas y e grief of my plague and stroke certainly my syn is the cause of all this and so I will take and suffer it ¶ The .v. Psalme for the obteinyng of godly wisedome O Lorde God of mercie whiche by thy woorde hast made all thinges and by thy wisedome haste created manne O God eternall to whom all thynges bee knowen bee thei neuer so secrete whiche knowest all thynges before thei be doen. Open my lippes and my mouthe that I make speake and shewe forthe the glorie and praise of thy name Giue me a newe hart and a right spirit take from me all wicked sinfull desires O lorde I am folishe ignoraunt and blinde wheÌ„ I am destitute of thy knowledge I am ignorant and without intelligeÌ„ce my dulnesse is so great that my iyes can no see nor my hart perceiue Yea I am a very babe and a child and knowe full little mine owne life coÌ„uersatioÌ„ My lippes bee defiled and vncleane my tyme is short and I am not able to vnderstande thy lawe Giue thy seruaunte I beseche thee an harte apte to take learnyng that I maye knowe what thing is acceptable in thy sight at al times Sende doune from heaueÌ„ the spirite of thy wisedome and replenishe my hart with knowledge thereof The wisedom giueth true knoweldge and out of thy mouth procedeth bothe couÌ„saile and intelligence Thy wisedome openeth the mouthe of the dombe and maketh the tongue of infantes eloquent If any seme to be perfecte among men yet if thy wisedome forsake hym he shalbe reckened nothyng worthe Thy wisedome is to men a treasure that faileth not which who so vse it thei are ioined to god in loue amitie Howe well is it with that man which is wittie in this behalf and hath his soule indued with thy wisedome What manne in all the worlde knoweth thy counsaile Or who caÌ„ compasse in his minde what thy will is Who can coÌ„prehende thy purpose and mynde Except thou giue him wisedom and instructe hym with thy holie spirite For mennes reasons dooe faile in many thynges and their forecastes and inuentions be vncertaine vnsure For the mortall and corruptable bodie muche greeueth the soule and the earthly house of the bodie holdeth doune the minde musyng vpon many thynges CouÌ„saile and good successe commeth from aboue wher also wisedome is and vertue With thee O lorde is richesse glorie and righteousnesse whiche bee treasures incorruptible He that hath fouÌ„d out thee hath founde life and he that loueth not thée loueth death O Lorde GOD touche my mouthe that my iniquitie maie bee driuen awaie dwell thou in my harte that my synnes maie be purged Wisedome doeth not enter into a malicious soule nor will abide in a bodie whiche is suiecte to synne Teache me O lorde God least my ignorance increase and my synnes waxe moe and moe Let thy spirite teache me the thynges that bee pleasaunt vnto thée that I maie bee ledde into the straighte waie out of errours wherin I haue wandered ouer long Let thy wisedome bée stablished in my spirite write thy lawe in my harte Thy wisedome is to me more precious then al riches and I desire more to haue it thaÌ„ all other thinges be thei neuer so faire and goodly O lord thou knowest how sore I am inflamed with the loue of thy wisedome which is my onely studie and meditation O how pleasaunt swete thy wordes be to my harte truely muche more then honie is to my mouthe Thy worde is a bright caÌ„dell to my feete and a lighte to my waies Thy wisedom pleaseth me more then thousaÌ„des of gold or of siluer can doe I haue more pleasure and delectatioÌ„ in the waie of thy wisedome then in greate aboundaunce of treasure Would GOD my waies maie be ordered that I may learne thy wisedom and thy woordes Thy woorde giueth heate and inflameth wherefore I greatly desire it O happie is he lorde whoÌ„ thou instructest and makest learned in thy lawe His soule hath alwaie