bee in wauering seing that I haue put my trust in thee My soule cleaueth vnto thee make thy right hande to streÌ„gthen me against the power of myne enemies Heare my o lorde and deliuer me incline thine eares vnto my praiers and saue me for I am poore O Lorde haue regarde vnto me Thou O Lorde God art my helpe and my sauiour O God thy waie is holie and rightful what God is so greate as thou our god art Thou dooest marueilous thynges thy name is y e lord thou onely art the highest vpon all the yearth Bee now pacified toward thy seruaunte and hide thy face from me no longer Be good vnto me O lorde as thou art full of goodnesse thy self that I maie glory in thee all the daies of my life My lippes reioyce to syng praise vnto thee and euen so doeth my soule whiche thou hast redemed My hart shal alwaies study thy righteousnesse when thei shalbe coÌ„founded which seke to doe my harme I will renne all the waie of thy commaundementes when thou shalte dilate and inlarge my harte Amen ¶ The seuenth Psalme for an order and direction of good liuyng TO thee O lorde I lift vp my mynde In thee I truste O lorde God let me not bée coÌ„founded least mine enemies make me their iestyng stock and a matter to laugh at O Lorde make thy waies knowen vnto me and trade me in thy pathes Directe me in thy truthe and instruct me for thou art God my sauiour I looke after thee euery daie O Lorde thou art sweete and rightfull and bringest againe into thy waie theim that went out Thou leadeste streight in thy iudgement them that be milde and tractable and teachest them that be meke thy wordes and testimonies Thou healest theim that be contrite in harte asswageste their paines griefes Thou holdest vp all them whiche els should fall and al that are fallen thou lifteste vp againe Thou giuest sighte to the blinde and losest theim that be bounden Thou art nigh vnto al theÌ„ that call vpon thee So that thei call vpon thee faithfully and hartely Thou fulfillest the desire of them that feare thee and hearest their praier and sauest them Haue mercie vpon me O God haue mercie vpon me for in thée my soule trusteth Uerely my soule hath a speciall respect vnto thee for my health my glory and all my streÌ„th cometh from thee For thyne owne sake O Lorde God laie not my synnes to my charge I vnderstand not all mine errours innumerable troubles close me rounde aboute my synnes haue taken holde vpon me and I am not able to looke vp Put to thy hande to helpe me and leade me right in al my workes Make me to walke perfectly in thy waies that no kind of synne ouercome me Sette a watche before my mouthe and kéepe the doore of my lippes Let the woordes of my mouthe and the meditation of my hart be euer pleasant and acceptable in thy sight Let the woorde of truthe neuer goe awaie from my mouth and suffer no malice to dwell in my harte O Lorde deliuer my soule from liyng lippes and saue me froÌ„ the deceiptfull tonge Put into my mouthe thy true and holie woorde and take cleane from me all idle and vnfruictfull speache Deliuer me froÌ„ false surmises accusations of men rule me eueÌ„ as thou thinkest good after thy wil pleasure Turne awaie myne iyes that thei behold no vain thinges fasten them in thy way Take from me fornicatioÌ„ and all vncleanesse let not the loue of y e fleshe begile me Yea deliuer my soule froÌ„ pride that it reigne not in me and then shall I be clene from the greatest synne Staie and keepe my feete fâ—om euery il waie least my steps swarue froÌ„ thy pathes My iyes looke euer vp vnto thee O lorde bicause thou art nigh at hand and all thy waies be the truthe Thy mercies be great and many O lorde blessed is â—e who soeuer trusteâ—h in thee For wheÌ„ I sâ—ied vnto thée my féete be slipped thy mercie O Lorde by and by did holde me vp Teache me to do thy will and leade me by thy pathe waie for thou art my God O lorde saue my soule and deliuer me from the power of darkenesse Let the brightnesse of thy face shine vpon thy seruant for vnto thée O Lorde God I â—aue â—edde for succour Looke vnto me and haue mercy vpon me for I am desolate and poore Keepe my soule deliuer me that I be not coÌ„founded for I haue trusted in thee O Lorde God forsake me not although I haue dooen no good in thy sight For thy goodnesse graunt me that at the leaste wise now I maie beginne to liue well Amen ¶ The eight Psalme A Christian man praieth that he maie bee defendâ—d from his enemies O God almightie saue me froÌ„ mine enemies and by thy stronge power defende and kepe me Preserue my soule for thou art holy saue thy seruaunte whiche trusteth in thee For straungers do assault me daiely and seke my soule to destroie it O God helpe thou me O lorde deliuer me from them that rise vp against me Be readie O God to succour me make hast to helpe me O Lorde Bee thou my protectour and a place of streÌ„gth wherin I maie safely be For thou art my strength and my refuge for thy name sake leade and guide me Take me O God out of the handes of mine enemies and cast me not awaie in the tyme of tribulation wheÌ„ all my might is decaied gone Helpe me O lorde God saue me for thy mercies sake Haue mercie vpon me O lorde the God of my health and in thy righteousnesse deliuer me From the vexation of theÌ„ that persecute me from the assaulte of myne enemies whiche compasse me aboute on euery side Let them be confounded brought to naught which be aduersaries vnto my soule let theim bee couered with shame and rebuke whiche seke my hurte Lette them tourne backe with rebuke shame which say God hath forsaken him let vs sette on hym and sake hym for there is none that shall deliuer hym Conioyne thy self o God vnto my soule make it stroÌ„g and deliuer me from myne enemies Destroye them by thy power and bryng to naught al their strength That thei reioyce not and saie emong them selues wee haue ouercome hym and vtterly caste hym doune Saue me O Lorde God for in thee haue I trusted say to my soule bee not afraied for I am with thee It is in thy hande what shall come of me deliuer me from myne enemies for yet thei cease not Their crueltie increaseth daily more and more companies of tiranntes violently come on me and thei haue not thée before their iyes But thou o lorde not gracious and mercifull and sufferest longe and thy mercie and truthe be greate Looke vnto me and haue mercie vppon me and indue thy seruaunte with some of thy strength for I call vpon thee and earnesty make my praiers in thy sight My
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
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