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The Psalter of Dauid in Englyshe, purely and faythfully tra[n]slated after the texte of Felyne: euery Psalme hauynge his argument before, declarynge brefely thentente [and] substance of the hole Psalme; Bible. O.T. Psalms. English. Joye.
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Joye, George, d. 1553.
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for he hath wrought his excelleÌ„te mercy meruelously with me ye and that in a cytie well defenced I whan I fled so hastely thought sayynge I am cast out of thy syght but yet for all this thou herdest my desyre whan I tryed vnto the. Loue ye the lorde as many as are his sayntes the lorde defendeth and kepeth his faythful and rewardeth these proude doers plentuously Be ye stronge and he shal stablysshe your hertes as many as depende and truste vpon the lorde The argument into the .xxxij. Psal. ¶ In this Psalme Dauid declareth all punyshemeÌ„t to come for synne wherfore he affirmeth that man to be happy whose synnes ar forgiuen also that the defeÌ„ce of god cometh thorowe pure confessynge of our synnes vnto him and instant prayer than techeth he howe men shuld knowe the iugementes of god whiche dealeth punyshemente to the vngodly and good thynges to the good men wherof the good men may greatly reioyse in god The tytle of the Psal. An instruction or a lesson of Dauid BEati quorum Blessed is he whose vngodlynes is forgyuen whose synnes are couered Blessed is that man to whom the lorde rekeneth nat his synne neither is there in his spirite any dissemblynge deceyte Whiles nowe I helde my pease dayly musynge with my selfe and other whiles cryed out my bones wasted for sorowe For day night thy hande pressed me downe my moyster was dryed vp lyke as one tosted in the middes of somer Selah I shall knowlege my synne and shall nat hyde my wykednes I thought sayeng with my selfe I shall confesse my vngodlynesse whiche is agaynst me to the lorde and thou eueÌ„ straight forgauest me my wickednes whiche openeth her self by my outwarde synne Selah For the whiche euen euery saynte shall praye vnto the in tyme of besechynge and than if afflyction come vpon him lyke a great swellynge floude yet shall it nat touche him Thou arte my defender from tribulation thou shalt kepe me and shalte make me gladde excedyngly for my delyueraunce Selah I shall instructe the and teche the the waye wherin thou mayst go I shall couÌ„sell the and se for the ryght well Se that ye be nat as horse or mule whiche ar vnresonable whose chawes must be refrayned with bit brydle lest they stryue agaynst the. Many sorowes fall vpon the vngodly but him that trusteth in the lorde mercy closeth rounde about Be glad therfore in the lorde and reioyse ye rightwyse make ye mery all faithfull and vpright in herte The argument in to the .xxxiij. Psal. ¶ This is a very prayse worthy moche to be noted and red in the which first he exhorteth vs to magnifye god than he sheweth all thinges to be replenisshed with his goodnesse making mentyon of his meruelouse creation gouernance of this worlde And at laste he syngeth one god to haue made to gyue all thinges and to be euer mercyfull presente with his beloued EXultate iusti Be glad ye rightwise for the lordes sake for praise becometh iust men Magnifye ye the lord in prayse with harpe and lute synge ye vnto him with ten stringed instrumentes Synge ye vnto him a newe ditie tune it swetely with ioyfull melody What soeuer the lorde hath institute it is ryght all his dedes procede of faythfulnes He loueth to do all thinges ryghtwysly and in due ordre therth swymmeth in the mercy of the lorde By the coÌ„maundement of the lorde heuens were made and all their ornourment at his byddynge He gathered togyther included the waters of the see as ye wold say into a bottell layde vp their depnesses lyke treasure Let all regyons therfore feare the lorde let all the inhabyt the rounde worlde drede him For it is he which so sone as he had spoke the worde all thiÌ„ges were presente euery thynge standeth perfyte euen as he coÌ„maunded The lorde scatereth the counseyls of the heythen maketh vayne the thoughtes of the people But the counsell of the lorde staÌ„deth for euer the thoughtes of hys herte endure thorowe all worldes Happy is that natyon which hath the lorde for their god euen the people whom he chuseth to him self in the place of his possessed herytage From heuens the lorde loketh downe beholdeth narrowly all men From his sure seate beholdeth he all the inhabytours of the erth He made also the hertê of all men he vnderstandeth what soeuer they haue done A kinge is nat saued bicause he hathe a great hoste neither the valyaunte capitayne escapeth perylles thorowe his owne puissaunte power That horse shall deceyue the by whome thou lokest to be saued he shall nat delyuer yâ— be he neuer so stroÌ„ge But behold it is the lordes eye that is vpon theÌ„ whiche feare him depende vpon his mercy That he might delyuer their soules froÌ„ deth nourysshe theÌ„ in tyme of hunger Our soules might truste in the lorde he is our helpe iÌ„ stede of a buckler In hiÌ„ shall our herte ioye for we trust in his holy name Thy mercy lyghteÌ„ vpon vs oh lord euen as we depeÌ„de trust vpon the. The argument into the .xxxiiii. Psal. ¶ In this psalme Dauyd was moued of that same synguler benefyte by the whiche god meruelously preserued him whaÌ„ he was knowen of Aches kynge of Palestine whose kynges were called alwayes Abimelec where he was in ieoê‘dy of his lyfe prayseth excedyngly the cure and goodnesse of god agaynst his beloued ExhortiÌ„g euery man to the dilygent study of iÌ„nocency and goddes worshippe with the which who so euer are endued they must nedes be delyuerd from all trouble and bonde in all maner of goodnesse The tytle of the psalme The songe of Dauid after he had fayned himselfe madde before Abimelec there changynge his mouthe his wytte whom whan he had putte oute of his house he wente his waye Rede the historie in the fyrst of the kynges the .xxi. Chapiter BEnedicam dnÌ„m I shall praise and magnifye the lorde at all tymes his prayse shal be in my mouth contynually In the Lorde my soule shall glorye the meke sprited shall here and be glad Magnifye ye the Lorde withe me and let vs extolle his name all to gyther Busely sought I the lorde he answered me he delyuerd me from all thinges that I feared Men shall loke vnto hiÌ„ shall make hast their faces shall nat be shamed This poore afflycte persone assoone as he called vpon hym the lorde herde and he preserued him froÌ„ all strayt anguyssh Euen the angels pytch tentê rouÌ„d about them that fear the lorde delyuer them Taste beholde howe good is the lorde happy is that man that trusteth in him Worshyppe ye the lorde whiche are his sayntes for his worshyppers shall neuer want Stronge lyons shall fainte famisshe for hunger whan no good thyng shal fayle the dilygent sekers of the lorde Haue done children here me for I shal instructe you vnto goddes worshippe Who soeuer thou art which desirest to lyue louest
whose heuy laboure of their owne lippê might ouerwhelme theÌ„ Let colles of fyer fall vpon theym caste them downe into the fyer pyttes oute of the whyche they maye neuer aryse Let nothynge prospere in therth with this busye tonged lyenge man let his owne mischef hunte forthe this vyolente man vntyll it hath cast hym downe hedlynge I knowe that the lorde wyll auenge the poore afflycte and delyuer the nedyons The rightwise verily shall magnify and sprede thy name the pure in herte shall dwell in thy presens The argument into the C.xli. Psal. ¶ Dauid chased awaye from the tabernacle of god prayeth first to optayne the spirite wherby he might preferre the frendlye sharpe rebuke of the sayntes the fauour of thungodly their felycyte dispysed afterwarde he desyreth worthye veÌ„geance to his enemys his owne delyuerance DOmine clamaâ—i Lorde it is thou that I call vppon haste the to me here me as sone as I call vpon the. Let my prayer ascende luckely in to thy syght lyke incense let the lyftynge vp of my haÌ„des be in the stede of the eueniÌ„ge sacrifyce Lorde set a keper to my mouth and kepe thou dilygently the dore of my lyppes Bowe thou nat my herte into any mischeuous thiÌ„ge lest I be about to commytte vngodly dedes with men gyuen all to wickednes so eate their daynties with them Let the rightwyse smyte me for my soules profyte for I hadde leuer he chastyned me than the softe oyntment of thungodly shulde souple my heed For yet do I stande instantly withe my prayer agaynste their malyce Let their chefe rulers be cast downe hed lynge in to stonnye places that yet other men might beare my swete wordes As one that plougheth slytteth and deuydeth the erthe euyn so were we shaken a sondre and oure bones were scattered aboute oure graues Wherfore vnto the o lorde lorde my eyes are lyfte vp whan in the put I my truste powre thou nat out my soule Kepe me frome their snares whiche they haue bente for me and from the trappes of theÌ„ which ar gyuen all to wickednes Let these vngodly fall in to their owne snares whyles I escape for euer with other men The argument into the C.xlij. Psal. ¶ Here Da remeÌ„breth his flyght froÌ„ Saule iÌ„ to a certayn caue where he abode as he beleued his owne takinge was in a greuouse straynte but he prayed to the lorde Rede the historie in the first of the kynges the .xxiiii. Chap. The tytle This psalme is the instruction of Dauid and his prayer whan he was in the caue UOce mea Unto the lorde I crye before the lorde I fell downe made my prayer Before him I powred forthe my heuy meditacyon before hym I layde my strayte anguysshe Whan my spiryte was sore tormented with in my selfe thou knewest my way they setted snares for me in the pathes where I went I loked on my righthande and I loked on my lyfte hande there was nat one that wolde make any knowlege to me all refuge was taken fro me there was nat one that wolde seke to saue my lyfe I cryed vnto the O lorde and I sayde thou arte my helpe thou arte my porcioÌ„ among the lyuyng men Attende vnto my cryenge for I am in a greuouse and wretched state delyuer me froÌ„ my pursuers for they haue preuayled agaynst me Leade my soule oute of prison that it might spreade thy name let me be compassed about with rightwysmen for it is thou that shalte do me good The argument into the C.xliii Psal. ¶ This psalme hath the same argumente with the psalme before for it entreateth the same mater The tytle The songe of Dauyd DOmine exaudi O lorde heare my prayer lysten vnto my feruente besechynge for thy trouthes sake graunte me for thy rightwysnesse Haue thou nat to do with thy seruaunt in iugemente for in thy presence no man lyuenge is reputed rightwyse A cruell enemye verilye persecuted my soule he hathe caste downe my lyfe in to the erth he hath sette me in derknesse lyke as men iuged to dethe My spirite is sore troubled within me my herte wexeth colde in my brest But at last I remembred the dayes past I consydred all thy workes and poÌ„dred in mynde the dedes of thy handes I stretched forthe my handes vnto the my soule desyrously panted and brethed for the I gaped for the lyke thursty erth Selah Haste the to graunt me o lorde for my spirite fainteth hyde nat thy face from me onlesse I be lyke men goynge downe into their graues Make me shortly to heare of thy mercy able goodnes for in the do I truste shewe me the waye wherin I maye go for vnto the haue I lyfted vp my soule Delyuer me fro my enemyes o lorde my god for at the do I hyde my selfe Teache me to do thy pleasures for thou art my god thy good spirit might lede me in to the right way For thy names sake lorde restore me for thy rightwysnes leade my soule out of this strayt anguyshe Ye for thy mercyes sake all to distroye my enemyes shake away all that trouble my soule for I am thy seruant The argument into the C.xliiij Psa. ¶ Here in this psalme Dauid the prophet praiseth the lorde god for that he hathe delyuered him from all perylles and from all his troubelouse enemyes and hath made him kynge his kyngdome to florisshe with all maner felycitye BEnedictus do Praised be the lorde which fyghteth for me which hath instructe my handes to battayle and lerned my fyngers to fyghte Whiche is my mercy my bulwarke my castell and my delyuerer my shelde and he in whom I truste whiche casteth the people vnder me O lorde what thyng is man that thou thus moche settest by him what is this mortall maÌ„ that thou thus regardest him Man is lyke a thynge of nought hys dayes ar but a vayne flyenge shadowe But the lorde lettith downe theuens discendeth he toucheth the hilles and they smoke He casteth forth lyghtenynges and scattereth theym he sendeth forthe his arowes and distroubleth them Let downe thy hande froÌ„ aboue delyuer me delyuer me from these myghtye waters from the power of strange men Whose mouthe speketh vayne thinges their riÈthaÌ„de is a riÈthaÌ„de doyng deceit O god I shall synge a newe dytie vnto the with kytte and tenne stringed instrumentes shall I synge vnto the. Which bryngest helpe vnto kynges whiche haste delyuered Dauyd thy seruaunt from the myscheuouse swerde Take me vppe and delyuer me frome the handes of strange men whose mouthes speke vanytes whos 's ryghthande is a right hande that dothe disceyte That our soÌ„nes might growe lyke well thriuiÌ„g plantes our daughters gorgyously set forthe lyke the cornerde houses might represeÌ„t the beauty of the temple Let our garners be replenyshed with all maner of corne our shepe with thousande folde encrese might fulfyll euery waye Let oure oxen be stronge for draught burden no