of Iacobs name no maner mention For wyth consent of herte these haue conspired together And made a couenaunt agaynste the that lyueste euer That is to saye the Edomites and eke the Ismalites The Moabites the Hagarenes and eke the Gebalites The Amonites Amalekites and eke the palestines ▪ And they that dwell in Tiria and in all the confines To them also are ioyned the assirians I wotte Who were the chiefe ayed and succoure vnto the sonnes of lot As thou dydst to Madianites at the riuer Kison And to Siser and to Labin so do to these echone For they were broken at Endor therby brought so lowe That from the donghill of the earth no man could them well knowe Let these men and theyr rulars haue the thynge that Oreb had And as Seeb Sebah and Salumna do thē rewarde These men haue sayed let vs calendge cleym to vs and ours Al the tabernacles of God his dwellynges his bowres O my God make thē lyke a wheele that no sure rest doeth fynd And as the stubble of the earth that rouleth wyth the wynde Let them be lyke the fyer that causeth great woodes to frye And lyke the flamme that burneth vp the mountaynes greate and hye So persecute them with thy stormes that they do no rest fynde And cast them flatte vpon the grounde with thy myghtie whyrlwynde ▪ Lord dashe al theyr faces ful of ignominie and shame That they maye be forced to seke after thyne holy name Let theyr shame and confusion be more more dayly Let them be shamed then let them perishe vtterly That they maye knowe that thou whose name is Lorde art he only That beaxeste rule through all the earth as Lorde and God most hye The .lxxxiiij. Psalme O Lorde of hostes how bewtifull and howe goodly in syght Are the tabernacles tentes that in thy champe are pight To dwel in the Lordes courtes my soule doeth longe excedynglye And to be wyth the lyueynge God myne herte and fleshe do crye For the verie sparowe hath founde a place wherin to dwell And the swallowe a neste where she maye kepe hir yonge ones well O Lord of myght that arte my kyng and eke my God for aye Thyne altares are the place wheron these byrdes do fynde theyr staye Happie and blessed are all they that in thyne house do dwell For they shall styll extoll thy name and thy great prayses tell Happie are the men that do put theyr confidence in the And in whose hertes thyne holy wayes are euident to se When they passe through the vale of teares wyth welles they shall it store ▪ And the rayne shall fyll the fyshe pondes tyll they wyll hold no more From heape to heape they shall procede in greate possession Eche of them shal playnly appeare before god in Sion Lord God of hostes heare my prayer O Iacobs God take hede O God our shild behold the face of Christ thyne anoynted For in thy courtes one daye passeth a thousand dayes elsewhere At thy dore then in wycked tentes I would dwelle much rather For the Lord God is a cleare sunne eke a tergat sure And geueth grace honour and all good thynges vnto the pure O Lorde of hostes that man is blesse and must nedes happye be That putteth hys only trust his cōfidence in the. The .lxxxv. Psalme O Lorde thou wylt be mercifull to thyne owne lande doubtlesse And wylt ryd all Iacobs kynred from thrauldome and distresse The wyckednes of thy people Lorde thou wylt take awaye And all theyr synnes trespases thou wylt hyde I dare saye Thou wylt take awaye all thyne hotte anger and furiouse feruour And wylt asswage thyne hotte anger and wrathfull displeasure Restore vs O God of our health and our saluation Restore vs and leaue of thy wrath and indignation What Wylt thou be styll wrath wyth vs shall thyne Ire haue none ende Wylt thou thy furie to the laste of all ages extende Arte thou not he that wyll returne and vs to lyfe restore That thy people maye be praysed in the for euermore O Lorde shewe vs thy greate goodnes and excedynge mercie And of thy saueynge health let thy pore seruantes haue plentie I wyll heare what the Lorde sayeth for al hys wordes doubtlesse Do byd his people and his saynctes declyne from wyckednes Certes his health is not far of from them that do hym feare So that our contrey nedeth not of honoure to despeare Mercie and trueth are met in one and are come togither ▪ So haue iustice and peace ioyned kyssynge one the other Fayeth shall sprynge vp out of the earth hir rote shall not decaye And iustice shall loke downe from far out of the heauens graye The Lorde also shall geue mercie and our land hir encrease And iustice shall walke before God treade in the playne wayes The .lxxxvj. Psalme O Lorde geue eare to thy seruant and graunt me my request For I a pore and simple wretch am vexed and oppreste Preserue my lyfe O Lord because my lyueynge is vpright Do thou saue thy seruant O God who trusteth in thy myght Be good to me O Lord because I call on the dayly There thou my mynde for vnto the O Lord I lyfte it hye For thou O Lorde arte good in dede and eke full of mercie Thy bountifull goodnes is large towardes all that on the crie Geue eare O Lord to my prayer ponder my request In my trouble I call on the for to heare thou arte prest Ther is not one amonge the goddes O Lord lyke vnto the Neither is there any that doeth such worckes as thy worckes be All nations that thou haste made shall come and honour the And shall set forth thy name O Lorde wyth prayse and wyth glorie And that because thou alone arte great and stronge in theyr syght And doest wonderfull actes and arte alone the God of myght Direct me in thy wayes and I shall in thy trueth procede O Lorde constrayne myne herte to feare thyne holy name in dede I wyll prayse the O Lord my God that wyth all myne herte And from the prayses of thy name my mynde shall neuer sterte For doubtlesse thy mercie towardes me doeth in greatnes excell For thou haste rydde my soule out of the lougher pyt of hell The proude arrogant O God are risen agaynst me And the cruell sorte seke my soule and haue no feare of the. But thou Lorde God arte redie to mercie and forgeuenes Slowe to anger longe sufferyng and full of faythfullnes Loke backe and take mercie on me Lorde after thyne olde wonne Geue thy strength to thy pore seruaunte saue thyne handmaydes sonne Shewe some signe of thy loue toward me that such as do me hate Maye shame to se that thou Lorde dost me helpe and consolate The .lxxxvij. Psalme THe bases and foundations of Sion are faste set In the mountaynes and hylles that are boeth holye and sacrete The Lorde beareth more fauour to the cities of
of shype O thou sea what is the bytyd that thou goest backe agayne And thou Iordayne what thynge is it that doeth thy course restrayne And ye mountaynes what causeth you lyke wanton rammes to shyp And you little hylles for to playe as do the lambes of shype And thou earth se thou quake also in the lordes feare alwaye Se that thou tremble in the feare of Iacobs God I saye For he maketh a standynge pole of the rocke that was drye And of the flynt a spryngynge well rennyng out plentuousely The .cxv. Psalme FOr thy mercie Lord and thy trueth vouchsafe to amplifie The glorie of thy blessed name not our vayne glorie For whye should the Heathen saye thus wyth a disdaynefull mynde I praye you where or in what place should we these mens God fynde Whye should they speake such wordes I saye wyth thoughtes excedyng isle Syth our God is in heauen and doeth all thynges that he wyll But these mens Images are made of gould and syluer vayne And are the vayne worckes of mans hande fruites of an idle brayne For they haue a mouth and speake not eies that do not se So haue they eares and do not heare such worthy thynges they be They haue a nose and do not smelle and handes that do not fele So haue they fete do not walke neyther once moue theyr hele And wyth theyr throte they do brynge forth no maner voyce at all And for helpe in theyr daynger they can neither crye nor calle Lyke vnto whome such shall be made as do make them certayne And so shall all that put theyr truste in thynges that are so vayne O Israell trust in the Lorde O faythfull men I saye Truste in the Lorde that is your helpe and your bucklar for aye O ye that be of Aharons house and the hygh priestes kynne Truste in the Lord that is your helpe and targate to truste in All ye that feare the Lorde I saye haue in him confidence For he it is that is your helpe and targate of defence The Lorde that maketh the houshold of Israell happy And eke the houshold of Aharon hath vs in memorie And he maketh all that feare him happie and fortunate Aswell such as are verie smalle as the myghtie and greate He shall also heape vnto you good turne vpon good turne Not only vnto you I saye but eke to your chyldren And you he hath alredie made happy fortunate Euen he I saye that dyd the heauen eke the earth create And the heauen is reserued for the Lord God alone But the earth he hath geuen to men for thē to dwell vpon As for the dead they prayse not God they do no mercie craue No more doeth any emonge them that go downe to the graue But we shall preach and set forth God frō henseforth euer more We shal declare his myghtie worckes prayse ye the Lorde therfore The .cxvj. Psalme I Loue the Lord because he heard myne humble voyce and crie And because he gaue eare I wyll calle on him tyll I dye The cordes of death had gyrded me eke the straytes of hell Had caught me and I was fallen into daynger cruell But I called on the Lordes name thus I sayde in dede Lorde for thy mercie delyuer thy seruantes soule at nede The Lorde is full of benifites and eke of iustice all And our God is right mercifull when we do on him call The Lorde that vseth to defende the sylley simple sorte Preserued me when I was weake and was all my conforte My soule returne into the place of thy quiete and reste For the Lorde hath done good to the. euen as thou desyreste Thou hast plucked my soule from death Lorde and his cruell stynge So haste thou done myne eyes from teares and my fete from slydynge Wherfore I wyll lyue holyly before the Lorde I saye In the contreys and regions of men that lyue for aye My fayth and promise vnto God I helde most constantly ▪ Euen when I was forced to saye I am decayed greatly Yea when I sayd in my swyfte chase and when I fled in haste All men are false ther is none true or that of trueth doeth taste What worthy thanckes therfore shall I geue to the Lorde saye ye For all the benifites that he hath shewed vnto me The cup wherwyth men vse to geue thanckes for health receyued The same wyll I take call on the Lordes name so blessed And nowe before all his people to the Lord wyll I paye All vowes that I haue made to him or else shall make for aye For wyth the Lorde the death of suche as serue hym loueyngely Is of such price that none of them shal suffer death vaynely Ah Lorde I am thy pore seruant thy pore seruant am I And the sonne of thyne handmayden whoe dydeste my bondes vntie To the therfore I wyll confesse and that wyth sacrifice And wyll call vpon the Lordes name in my most faythfull wise Nowe before all the Lordes people all my vowes wyll I paye In his courtes at Ierusalem prayse ye the Lorde I saye The .cxvij. Psalme ALl nations prayse ye the Lorde prayse and extolle his name All people of the worlde preach him let your lyfe do the same For his mercie towardes vs I saye doeth excell euer more And his trueth abydeth for aye praise ye the Lorde therfore The .cxviij. Psalme COnfesse confesse vnto the Lorde for he is good I saye Confesse to hym for hys mercie continueth for aye Nowe let Israell saye that his mercie dureth for aye And let Aharōs house saye that his goodnes doeth not decay Yea let all them that feare the Lorde euē nowe stand forth and saye That his moste mercifull goodnes cōtinueth for aye When I was in affliction on God then called I And he graunted all my requeste and that aboundauntly Wherfore the Lorde takynge my parte I wyll not stand in feare Of any thyng that mans wytte can inuent to do me deare For when the Lorde is one of them that cometh to helpe me Then shall I se all my desyre vpon myne enimie For it is better to trust in the Lorde then in man vayne So is it to truste in the Lorde then in princes certayne If all nations dyd hedge me in compasse rownde about Yet do I trust by the Lordes name to cutte me a waye out If they should compasse me aboute I say and hedge me in I do not doubt by the Lordes name awaye out for to wynne And though they compasse me about lyke bees when they do swarme Yet shall they faynt lyke fyre in thornes and do me little harme And I truste that through the Lordes name wheron I do styll call I shall cutte a waye out and set myselfe fre from them all Oh thou that waste myne enimie thou madest me fall certayne But yet the Lorde hath holpen me and set me vp agayne For God it is that is my strength my salfgard and my wealthe So is
wandred in desert through wayes in wyldernes â–ª Wherin they founde no dwellynge place in theyr nede and destres And when through great honger and thurste they faynted in theyr mynde They cried to hym in theyr dayngers dyd hym redie fynd He dyd deliuer them I saye and led them the ryght waye To a towne of inhabitaunce and gaue it theÌ„ for aye Let them confesse then and ascrybe to the Lorde his mercies And eke the miracles that he hath done before mens eies For he glutteh the hungry soule fylleth wyth good thynges The soule that is lyke to perishe for lacke of norishynges Such as sate in vtter darckenes and extreme miserie Because they dyd wythstand goddes worde and set nothynge therby The same he made ryght pensyfe and eke of mynde desperate That they myght falle and no man shoulde helpe them in that estate Yet when they cried in theyr dayngers he pulde them out of payne He ledde them out of thycke darckenes and set them fre agayne Let them confesse them and ascribe to the Lorde hys mercies And eke the miracles that he hath done before mens eies For he brake downe the brasen gates and caste them wydde open And the greate barres of Iron he hath in sunder broken The foles that by theyr wycked lyfe haue gote sycknes plentie So that theyr soule abhorred meate they were lyke to die Yet when they cryed in theyr dayngers he pulde them out of payne And his word sent he healed them and made them cleane agayne Let them confesse them and ascribe to the Lorde his mercies And eke the miracles that he hath wrought before mens eies And let them offer sacrifice of hertie confessynge And let them tell forth all hys dedes wyth most ioyfull syngynge Such as in shyppes go to the sea and do theyr busynes there Haue sene goddes worckes and hys wonders that in the depthe appeare Foâ—â—â— his word the stormie wyndes lyfte vp the waues on hye Nowe vp to heauen then they falle downe to hell by and by In these troubles theyr hertes do faile they are turned rounde And wander lyke men that are droÌ„cke theyr wyttes are nothynge sownde These also cried in theyr dayngers and he brought them from payne He layd the storme and eke the waues and made all caulme agayne Then they reioyce because God hath brought them to quiete reste And set theÌ„ in such an hauen as lyketh theyr herte beste Let them confesse then and ascribe to the Lorde hys mercies And eke the miracles that he hath wrought before mens eies And let them extolle him in the companye of people And prayse hym emonge the elders when they do assemble For he turneth the rennynge streames into a deserte grounde And dryeth vp the water sprynges where muche water was founde So doeth he turne che fruitfull grownde into barante and drye Because they that do dwell theron do lyue so vitiousely And full of water he causeth the wyldernes to stande And eke great plentie of welsprynges where erste was most drye lande And there he placeth the hongry and such as lacked foode To build a noble citie there and a dwellyng ryght good And that they myght ther tyll corne fieldes and eke great vinyardes plant That myght beare fruite in such plentie that there should be no want Further he doeth them prospere so that they encrease greatly And theyr cattell he saueth so that none of them do dye Yet are they minished also and do somethynge decaye Sore vexed and oppressed of theyr owne rulars I saye For God despyseth the rulars sometyme and that greatly Makynge them wander in desert through whych no waye doeth lye But the pore he preserueth aye out of all miserie And theyr housholdes he handleth as they were shepe truly Which thynges when the good sorte dose they reioyce and be fayne And the wycked haue nought to blame or wherof to complayne Who so therfore is wise let him kepe these thynges in his mynde And consyder what benifites he doeth in the Lorde fynde The .cviij. Psalme MYne herte is made redie to synge O God and eke to playe On instrumentes melodiouse O my glorie I saye My lute and eke myne harppe arise for I wyll wake erlye In the mornynge wyth the daye sprynge my Lorde to magnifie And vnto the wyll I confesse throughout all regions And wyll synge and set forth thy name emonge all nations For thy mercie Lord is so greate that the heauens it doeth passe And thy trueth reacheth to the skye that doeth the earth compasse Be thou more high then heauen O God and let thy maiestie Be hygher then the earth that is vnder thyne imperie And that thyne elect and chosen maye be deliuered By thyne owne powre saue vs and let our request be graunted Because God hath spoken the worde wythin his holy place I wyll wyth ioye diuide Sichem Sucoths vale by passe Gibead and eke Manesses are myne but Ephraim Is the key of my kyngdome and Iuda my lawes doeth deme As for Moab is my washe pan on Edom wyll I walke And ouer Palestine wyll I synge and pleasantly talke Who shall leade me into stronge holdes into townes of defence Who shall leade me into Idume full of magnificence Shalt not thou do it O my God whoe dyddest vs forsake And wouldest not walke wyth our men wheÌ„ we dyd the warres take O God helpe thou in all distres for mans helpe is but vayne But we shall fyght stoutly through God by whom our foes are slayne The .cix. Psalme O God whom only I do prayse whose name I magnifie Holde the not styll but speake O Lorde and shewe thy selfe therby For the mouth of thy wycked man and the mouth disceythfull Are open agaynste me and talke wyth a tongue right gylefull And wordes that do sprynge of hatered haue compassed me rownde And wythout cause they assault me beate me to the grounde For the loue that I beare to them they are myne enimies And yet do I praye for them all in my moste hertie wyse And for the good I do to theÌ„ they render euell to me So do they hatered for my loue my greate charitie Agaynst suche one O Lorde styr vp the wycked of the lande And let his aduersarie stande styflye at hys ryght hand When he shal be brought to iudgment let hym be founde wicked â–ª And when he prayeth let hym then wyth synne be infected Make hys lyfe dayes fewe and geue hys office to an other Make his children fatherlesse an wydowe theyr mother Let his chyldren wander and begge and seke foed ouer all When they come out of theyr houses that are lykely to fall Let the vsurar bygyle hym of all he doeth possesse And the enmie take all that doeth by hys labour encrease Let ther none chaunce to hym that would take vpon him pitie Ne that woulde worcke a benifite to hys posteritie Let his ofsprynge be in daynger of the destruction And his name haue an ende
reioyce in lyke maner Se that ye kysse and eke embrace hys only sonne I saye Leaste in his wrath ye peryshe all and wander from hys waye For his wrath shall ful sodenly be kendled in hys breste But all that put their trust in hym shall certaynely be bleste The .iij. Psalme O Lorde howe many be my foes that agaynst me do ryse And howe manye saye to my soule God doeth hym quite despyse But thou O Lorde art◠my target when I am harde besteade Myne honoure and my glorye both and holdeste vp mine heade And with my voyce vpon the Lorde I wil both call and crye And he oute of hys holy hyll wyll heare me by and by I layed me doune and quyetly I stept and rose agayne For why I knowe assuredly the Lord doeth me sustayne I do not feare ten thousande men that compasse me about Aryse O Lorde my God I saye saue me and bringe me oute Thou smytest all thine enemies euen on the heard cheke bone And thou hast broken all the teeth of ech vngodly one Saluacyon doeth alonelye belonge to God aboue Bestowe therfore vpon thy flocke thy blessinge and thy loue The .iiij. Psalme O God my iustyce that doest heare me when I on the crye And doest set me fre from trouble heare me mercyfully O mortall men how longe wyll ye brynge my glory to shame Howe longe will you loue vanitye and seke lyes and false fame And knowe that the Lorde hath chosen for hymselfe the godly And that he wyll geue eare to me when I shall to him crye Synne not but stande in awe therfore examine your herte And in your secrete chamber se you do youre selfe conuert Offer to God the sacrifice of righteousnes I saye And loke that in the lyuyng God ye put your truste alwaye Many men saye who wyl geue vs wordly goodes and substaunce And for to se good fortune also prosperouse chaunce But vpon vs thy poore seruauntes Lorde lyfte thou vp a sygne The lyght Lorde of thy countynaunce that doeth so clearly shyne Yet when I sawe the greate encrease of their corne and newe wyne Thou madeste me reioyce in herte and not there at repyne In peace I shall bothe reste and slepe I shal be ful quyete Because thou only art he that doeste me in salftie set The .v. Psalme LOrd marcke my wordes and vnderstand all my styl whisperynge Heare me for I wil pray to the that arte my God and kynge Lorde thou wilt heare my voyce by tyme and I will me applye Vnto the earlye in the morne and loke on the onlye For thou art not the God that doeth in wyckednes delyght Neyther shal anye wycked thynge remayne wythin thy syght The rageynge foles shal not consiste and stande before thyne eyes For thou hast hated all suche men as worcke iniquities Suche as speake lyes thou shalt destroy for the Lorde doeth withstande The man that shedeth bloude and that taketh disceyte in hande But I wylcome into thyne house trusting vpon thy grace And in thy feare wyll honoure the euen at thyne holy place Lorde leade me forth in thy iustice for feare of myne enmies And thyne owne waye defende thou Lorde before thy seruauntes eyes For in their mouth ther is no truth their inwardes are but dounge Their throte is like an open graue they flatter wyth their tonge Proue them giltye O God and let them falle from their counselles For their greate synnes dryue them awaye for they haue bene rebelles And let suche as do truste in the synge reioyce alwaye Let suche as loue thy name reioyce in thy defence I saye For thou O Lorde doest blesse the iuste geue hym good thynges styll And as a speare thy goodnes doeth enclose hym from all ylle The .vi. Psalme LOrde checke thou not thy pore seruaunt in thine hasty furie Neyther correcte me in the heate of thy melancholye Be mercyful to me O Lorde for I am deformed Heale thou me Lorde because my bones are made sore abashed But my soule is abashed sore yea ryght sore troubled And thou O Lorde howe longe wilt thou se me so afflicted Returne O Lorde set my soule cleare saue me for thy mercye For in death and the graue there is of the no memorye In my sorowfull mornynge I am weryed oute ryght And with my teares my bed couch I make to flowe al nyght My face is wrynckled throughe anger indignacyon And it is made exceadinge olde throughe myne enmyes eche one Departe from me all ye that be worckers of wyckednes For the Lorde hathe hearde the voyce of my sorowfull dystresse The Lorde hathe hearde hys seruauntes prayer and supplicacyon The Lorde hath receyued my suite and mine oracyon Let all myne enemies take shame and be caste doune greatlye Let them be turned backe agayne and take shame sodenlye The .vij. Psalme O Lorde my God I put my trust and confidence in the Kepe me from al that persecute me and delyuer me Let not thys man snalch vp my soule lyke a lyon rageynge Neyther teare it when no man shall come to my rescuynge Oh Lorde my God I haue not done the thinge that they surmyse Myne handes to any frowardnes I do not exercyse Yf I haue done hurte vnto hym that did peace wyth me take Yea whē he vexed me causlesse yf I did him forsake Then let hym persecute my soule and lay handes on the same And let hym treade my lyfe to dyrte and dyminyshe my fame Aryse O Lord in thy fury when my foes be styrred Aryse to me wyth the iudgement that thou haste commaunded And let the companye of al people stande the aboute And therfore to go vp agayne do thou not stande in doubt Let the Lorde iudge the nacyons O Lord iudge me also And after myne vpryght dealynge so let it with me go O ryghteouse God that arte searcher of the hertes and the luste Let the vngodlye mens synne cease and gouerne thou the iuste My shilde my tergat and defence in God alone I fynde That is the sauiour of thē that are of godly mynde God is a iust and vpright iudge he is righteouse I saye And God is moued wyth anger and that euery daye Yf Saule will not returne but make hys swerde ready to fyght Yf he will bende hys bowe I saye and hym selfe to warres dyght Yf he wyll prepare hym suche dartes as wyl kyl presently And frame his burnynge arrowes that will pearse so myghtely Lo then he shall trauayle ryght sore to brynge forth vanitye For he hath conceyued greate gryefe shall brynge out a lye He hath trenched and dygged out a dych for me to falle But into the pytte that he made he slyppeth fyrste of all The care that he bent towarde me shal lyght on his heade certayne So shal the force wherwith he would oppresse me turne agayne After his righteousnes I will prayse the Lorde most myghtye And right so wyll I synge to the name of the Lorde most hye The
him selfe is iuste he loueth ryghteousnes And with hys countenaunce he wyl loke vpon the gitles The .xij. Psalme O Lorde do thou saue and kepe nowe for frendshyppe ther is none The true and faythfull of promyse are from emonge men gone Wyth his neyghbour eche man speaketh wordes disceytfull and vayne Wyth smoth lyppes but with double hertes they speake to them certayne The Lorde shall cut of al suche lyppes as speake fayre but falsly And the tonge that speaketh greate thinges herselfe to magnifye All suche I say as do saye thus let oure tonges be walkinge Our lyppes are on oure syde and who is our Lorde or our Kynge The Lorde shall saye now wyll I ryse for the destruccyon Of the oppressed and the nedies lamentacyon And them I will restore to healthe they shal not be oppreste I wyl geue them a breathynge tyme eke a quyete reste The Lordes sayinges are pure sayinges as syluer well tryed That in an earthē coffen hath ben seuen tymes wyll fyned O Lorde do thou saue and kepe them kepe backe the flatterar Oute of thys generacyon kepe hym backe for euer For when mē of most wicked lyfe do reigne and rule the route Then do the vngodly wander on eche syde rounde aboute The .xiij. Psalme LOrde howe longe wylt thou forget me what foreuer and aye Lorde how long wylt thou hyde thy face from thy seruaunt I saye How longe shall I consult in mynde and in myne hert trauayle Howe longe shall myne enmies agaynst thy poore seruaunt preuayle Loke backe and answere me O Lorde illumyne thou myne eyes And suffer me not in the death to sleape in any wyse Leste myne enmye shoulde say I haue agaynste him preuayled And suche as vexe me should reioyce yf I were weakened But I truste in thy greate goodnes and bountiful mercy And in thine health mine hert therfore reioyceth certaynely I will synge to the Lorde I saye with hert vnfaynedly Because he doeth requyte to me all thynges aboundantly The .xiiij. Psalme THe folyshe and Insipient whose thoughtes are euer vayne Do in their hert saye folishly there is no God certayne They folowe wayes that are corrupt and ahhomynable There is none that doeth the thinge that is good and laudable The Lorde loked doune from heauen vpon the sonnes of men To se yf there were anye wyse or to seke God geuen But al had fallen and were corrupt together in their waye There was no man that woulde do good no not one man I saye What knewe they nought al are wicked they eate my flocke as breade And on the Lorde they do not call in them there is no dreade There shall they be cast doune with feare the Lorde wyll them affraye For God is in the nacyon of the iuste men for aye Ye do deryde and laugh to scorne the coūsell of the poore Because the Lord is his whole trust his help and his succour Oh woulde to God Israell myghte haue health out of Syon Woulde God I saye the tyme were come of their saluacyon That God myght bryng his flocke againe oute of captyuytie That Iacob myght reioyce and eke Israell be mery The .xv. Psalme LOrde who shall haue hys dwelling place in thy tabernacle Who shall I saye fynde quyete rest in thy most holy hyll That shall the man that walketh ryght and doeth that vpryght is And he that in his hert to speake the trueth do neuer mysse He doeth not slaunder with hys tonge nor do hys neyghbour ylle Neyther doeth suffer him to be reuyled by his wyll The wicked and the reprobate are aye vyle in hys syght But suche as feare the Lorde he doeth honoure both daye and nyght And yf he sweare or make promyse concernynge any thinge Thoughe it shoulde be hys hynderaunce to passe he wyll it brynge He setteth not hys money out to vsury or gayne Nor taketh anye brybe to put the innocent to payne Who so he be that wyll these thinges diligently apply The same shal neuer threat to falle but stādvp styll stoutly The .xvi. Psalme Saue me O God do thou vouchsalfe my defender to be Saue me I say because I haue put my whole trust in the. Vnto the Lorde thus haste thou sayde O my soule within me Thou arte my Lorde and my goodnes nothinge can be lyke the. Wyth the sainctes that dwel in the earth and men of noble fame I am delyted and wyth al myne hert I loue the same Thoughe men do encrease their Idoles multiplye them styl And gredily seke for to haue other mens godes at wyl Yet will I not tast the cup of their bloudy sacryfyce Nor with my mouth reherse the name of thē in any wyse The Lorde is the porcyon of my part and cuppe certayne O Lorde my lot and heritage thou doest alwaye sustayne The coardes that measured my parte in pleasaunt places fell Yea and a noble heritage chaunced to me ryght well The Lorde that hath ben my succour and counsell will I prayse For my verye reynes do enstructe me in the night alwayes I do prepone and set the Lord alwaye before myne eyes He is styll at my right hande leaste I fall in anye wyse Wherfore myne herte shal be ryght glad so shall my tonge reioyce And my fleshe shal reste in safetye wythoute tumult or noyse For thou shalt not forsake my soule at the sepulchersyde Nor suffer that thine holy one do into the pit flyde The path of lyfe thou wylt shewe me and full ioy in thy syght And the pleasures at thy ryght hād for euer daye and nyght The .xvij. Psalme LOrde heare the thynge that rightuouse is geue eare vnto my crye Marcke wel the prayer that I make to the vnfaynedly Let my iudgment procede from the iudge me Lorde in thy syght And let thyne eies consyder well all suche thynges as are ryght Thou hast searched myne hert throughly and visyte me by nyght Thou haste tryed me yet canste thou not blame any thynge by ryght For the secret thoughtes of myne herte my wordes do agre The secrete thoughtes open wordes are all one thinge in me In the affayres of mortall men I haue taken good hede Of the wayes of the destroyer for that thou haste preached Grounde thou my steppes therfore I say Lorde in thy fote pathes all Leste that my fete should slyp and I shoulde be redy to falle On the I call O God for thou arte wout to graunt to me Geue eare to me and heare my worde Lorde God I beseche the. O thou that by thy powr kepeste suche as do trust in the From theyr enmyes make thy mercies wonderfull vpon me Kepe me as the eie apple and vnder thy wynges me hyde From the wicked that vse to waste and my foes on eche syde Wyth theyr fatnes and greate richesse my wayes they haue stopped And wyth theyr mouth presumptuouselye proude wordes they haue framed Euen nowe they do beset our wayes and eke compasse them rounde And ernestly they do seke to
haste oute of the wombe drawne me And in my suckynge dayes I dyd put all my trust in the. From the daye of my byrthe I haue bene lefte to the onlye And from my mothers wombe thou hast ben my God certaynely Do not withdraw thy selfe farre of be not from me absent For there is no man for to helpe and trouble is present Greate bulles haue compassed me rounde wyth an vnruly route And myghtye men of Basan haue beset me round aboute Against me haue they opened their mouth wonderfull wyde Lyke as a lyon that rampeth and roreth in hys pryde I am poured out like water my bones are let aparte And as the wax that is molten so is in me myne herte My strength dryeth vp lyke a shell and my tonge cleaueth faste To my chekes and into the duste of deathe brought me to haste Dogges and ylle men haue me byset and bounde me in their bandes And as a lyon they haue gnawen my fete eke myne handes I myght haue numbred al my bones they were sene so planely But these men loke vpon me and are delyted greatly They haue diuided emonge them all my garmentes I wotte And whyche of them shoulde haue my cote they haue tryed by lotte But thou O Lorde be not farre of O my strength and my powre Make haste O Lorde thy poore seruaunt for to helpe and succoure Delyuer my soule from the sworde and let not me be torne Wyth madde dogges nor with lyons teeth nor wyth vnicornes horne Thyne holy name will I declare to my brethren eche one And prayse the in the middle of the congregacyon All ye that feare the Lorde prayse hym prayse him all Iacobs seede And all the seede of Israel feare ye the Lord in deede For the poore mans afflyctyon he hath not neglected Neyther turned away hys face but hearde when he cryed Beynge in a great concyon I prayse the Lorde onely And in their fyghte that do feare hym my vowes perfourme will I. The poore the abiect shal eate they shal al haue their fyll Suche as seke the Lorde shal prayse hym their herte shall lyue styll And all the quartars of the earth shall haue remors of mynde And shal conuert them to the Lord as reasone doeth them bynde All the housholdes and families that on the earth be founde Shall humble them before hys face and lye flat on the grounde For vnto the Lord only al kingedom doeth appertayne And emonge the heathen people the Lorde hym selfe doeth raygne The fat and welthy of the earth shal eate and do worshype And all mysers shal bowe to hym because he doeth them kepe All such shal bowe their knees to hym as do fall in the duste Because he kept their lyfe when that they sayed nedes dye we muste The ofspringe and posteritie shal him serue and obeye And for euer more vnto him their trybute shal they paye To the people that is not borne they shall resort and tell Hys iustyce and hys equyte because it doeth excell The .xxiij. Psalme THe Lord is my sheperde and I shall neuer stand in nede For in pasture exceadinge good he leadeth me to fede He causeth me to laye me doune in pasture full of grasse And dryueth me to caulme waters that be so cleare as glasse He calleth my soule backe agayn and causeth me to make My iourney in the waye of ryght for his holy names sake Thoughe I shoulde go through the valey of the shadowe of death I wil be withoute feare of yll all the dayes of my breath For thou arte aye present with me thou doest me not forsake Thy rodde and staffe do comforte me and do me merye make Ouer agaynst my foes thou wylt spreade a table for me Annoynte myne heade wyth oyle and fyl my cuppe with greate plentie But let thy mercyfull goodnes folowe me all my lyfe And then shall I dwel in thyne house wythoute debate or stryfe The .xxiiij. Psalme THe earth and al that it holdeth do to the lorde belonge The world and al that dwel therin as wel the olde as yonge For it is he that aboue al the seas hath it founded And that aboue the freshe waters hathe the same prepared Who is it that shal ascend vp into the lordes mountayne And who shal in his holy place abyde styl and remayne That shall the man with giltlesse handes and hert pourged throughly Who doeth not geue his mynde nor swere to fraude nor vanitye The same shall receyue of the Lorde blessinge and al encrease And of hys God and sauyoure he shal haue ryghteousnes This is the nacion of them that seke the Lorde I saye It is the seede of Iacob that seketh his face alwaye Lyfte vp youre heades and ope ye gates and ye dores eternall And then that moste gloriouse kynge shall passe in at you all Who is that kynge so gloryouse the Lorde stronge and myghtye The Lord that is moste noble in the powre of chyualrye Lyfte vp your heades and ope ye gates ye dores eternall And then that moste gloryouse kynge shall passe in at you all Who is that kynge so gloryouse let vs knowe whiche is he The Lorde of Hostes is that same kynge so gloriouse to se The .xxv. Psalme O Lorde to the I lyfte myne herte my God I truste in the Let me not take shame leste my foes shoulde reioyce ouer me Yea Lorde let none that truste in the be put to open shame But let them that do fall from the be put in all the blame O Lorde make thy wayes knowne to me teache me thy lawes I saye Do thou vse me vnto thy pathes and trayne me in thy waye Lorde leade thou me forth in thy trueth and by vse make me stronge For thou arte God my Sauioure whome I seke al daye longe Remember thy mercyes O Lorde eke thy greate goodnes For sence the worlde was fyrste create they dyd yet neuer cease Lorde beare not the synnes of my youthe any longer in mynde But forget al the wickednes that thou doest in me fynde But for thy goodnes sake O Lorde I hūbly beseche the. Accordynge to thy greate mercye be thou myndfull of me The Lorde is good and eke rightwyse no man can this denye And therfore wyll enstruct synners in the waye certaynelye He wil guyde the meke in iudgement they shall do ryght I saye And the lowly in spyryte he wyl accustome to hys waye Al the wayes of the Lorde are founde mercye and trueth certes To them that kepe his couenaunt and hys testymonyes O Lorde forgeue my wyckednes for thine holy names sake For myne iniquitie is greate do not thou me forsake Whoso feareth the Lorde the same he wyl leade in the waye That he hym selfe shall chuse and wylbe his succoure and staye Hys mynd shal tarye in good thinges euer wythoute greuaunce Hys seede also shall haue the earth for their enherytaunce The Lorde shall make hys secrete knowne to them that do him feare In lyke
maner his couenaunt shal vnto thē appeare Wpon the Lorde my God myne eyes are alwaye surely set For he it is that doeth styll louse my fete oute of the nette Loke backe on thy seruaunt O Lord and take on me mercie For I am succourlesse I saye and in greate myserye The sorowes and cares of myne hert are made moste large in deede To leade me out of my trouble Lord God do thou make spede Lorde be holde myne afflyction and eke mine heauynes And take awaye from me my synnes and all my wyckednes Consyder thou myne enemies for they are ryght many And wythall vyolent despyte they do hate me deadly O Lorde I saye kepe thou my soule and eke delyuer me Let me neuer be put to shame for I do truste in the. O Lorde let perfectnes of lyfe and equitie kepe me Because I tarye for thy grace and put my truste in the. O God redeme thou Israell and thy people eche one From al their trouble and frō al their greate afflyctyon The .xxvi. Psalme IVdge me O Lord because I haue walked innocently And trusting in the Lorde I shall stande vp moste stedfastly O Lorde do thou searche proue me trye thou my renes and herte For I beholdinge thy mercye will not from thy trueth stert I do not syt emonge suche men as walke in vanitie Neyther go I in vnto them that worcke disceytfully The companye of wycked men I do hate moste deadly And wyth the vngodly I wyll not sytin company In innocencye wyll I washe myne handes wythoutten doubt And then thyne holy aultare Lorde I wyll compasse about That I may speake the wordes of prayse and magnyfye thy name And eke declare thy wōders al and thy wōderfull fame The dwellynge of thyne house I haue loued most entierely And the place of the tabernacle of thy great glorye Gather thou not my soule emonge them that dosynne in dede Neyther my lyfe emonge suche men as loue bloude for to shede In whose handes wyckednes is styll studied for before And whose ryght hande is neuer voyde of brybynge gyftes great store But I do walke innocentlye I studie no mans ylle Redeme me Lorde and shewe mercye to thy poore seruaunt styll My fote standeth in the streyght waye I do not go astraye In all companies I wyll prayse the Lorde of myght for aye The .xxvij. Psalme THe Lord is my lyght mine health of whome shoulde I feare take The Lord is the strength of my life who shoulde cause me to quake Whylse ylle men set their men in raye my fleshe for to deuour Myne enmyes dyd stumble and fall none coulde be their succoure Thoughe whole armyes shoulde bysydge me myne herte shall nothinge feare And though warres shoulde growe agaynst me yet woulde I not despeare I haue axte one thynge of the Lorde and wyll requyre the same That I maye dwell all my lyfe tyme in hys house wythoute blame That I may se the Lordes be autie so wōderfull in syght And walke about all hys temple that is so goodly dyght For in hys tent he wyll hyde me in tyme of myserie He will hyde me in the secrete of hys tent pryuelye He wyl lyfte me vp on the rocke he wyll lyfte vp myne heade Aboue my deadly enimyes that haue me cōpassed I wyll offer sacryfyces in hys tente with syngynge I wyl synge and reherse an hymne vnto the Lorde our kynge O Lorde heare thou my voyce wherwyth I do vpon thy call Be mercyfull to me I saye and heare my prayers all For thy sake hath myne herte sayde thus seke the Lorde O my face For I will endeuour O Lorde thy fauoure to purchase Hyde not nor turne thy face from me for thou art my succour Leaue me not of nor forsake me O God my sauiour For when my father and mother forsake me vtterly Then doeth the Lorde gather me vp and kepe me in salfetie Teache me thy waye Lorde and lead me in a path that is ryght For their sakes that lay wayte for me to take me yf they myght Geue me not vp to their pleasure that wyth me be angry For false wytnes stode agaynst me threate me iniurie Saue that I truste to se the pleasure of the Lorde of myght In the lande of the lyuyng I had dispeared out ryght Loke for the Lord truste in hym styl make thyne herte stoute and stronge And tarye for the Lorde I saye reuenge not thyne owne wronge The .xxviij. Psalme O Lord my strength I crye to the be not deafe leste I be Made lyke them that fall in the pyt yf thou speake not to me Heare the voyce of all my prayers whilse I do on the crye And lyfte vp myne handes towarde the dore of thy sanctuarye Do not repute or reken me emonge the vngodly Neyther emonge suche men as do commytte iniquytie Numbre me not with them I saye that do speake peaceably Wyth their neyghbours but in their herte do al myschiefe studie Geue them accordynge to their worcke let them be rewarded Accordyng to the wyckednes that they haue studyed Accordynge to their handy worckes so requite them their mede And geue to them the iust rewarde that they haue deserued Because they marckt not the Lordes workes nor thynges made by his myght He wyll caste them all doune agayne and not buylde them out ryght The Lorde of myght is moste worthy to be alwaye praysed Because he hath hearde my request hathe it accepted The Lorde is my strength and my shylde in him mine herte trusted And I receyued helpe wherfore myne herte is delyted And with my songe I will prayse him and eke his holy name I will remembre his goodnes and teache other the same The Lorde is the strength of them all that to Dauid dyd clynge Ryght so is he the saueyng health of hys annoynted kynge Preserue and kepe the people Lorde and blesse thyne herytaunce Feede them O Lorde and promote them do them euer aduaunce The .xxix. Psalme AScrybe vnto the Lorde all ye that in strength do excell Ascrybe glorye and honoure to the Lorde of Israel Ascrybe all glorye to the name of the Lorde moste myghtye Honour the Lorde in comlynes most decent and holy The Lordes voyce is vpon waters the gloryouse God thundreth Wonders vpon many waters the Lorde him selfe worcketh The voyce of the Lord is in powre without hym there is none The Lordes voyce is magnificence he doeth great thinges alone The Lordes voyce breaketh Cedre trees it breaketh them in twayne The Lorde I saye breaketh the greate Cedre trees of Lybane And he causeth them for to leape lyke a stere or bullocke Lybaine and Sirion as coltes of the vnicornes flocke Greate flammes of fyre slyt in sunder the Lordes voyce shuteth oute The many folde kyndes of lyghnynge are the Lordes worcke no doubt The Lordes voyce maketh the desert as of chylde to trauayle The Lord maketh Cades deserte to trauayl wythoute fayle The Lordes voyce causeth hyndes trauayle and maketh the
wodes bare But in his temple all men do prayse him with al theyr care The Lorde sytteth in the deludge that ouerfloweth wyde He sytteth Lorde and kynge I saye doeth euer abyde The Lord geueth hys people powre them selfe for to defende Mercye and peace to hys people the Lorde doeth euer sende The .xxx. Psalme I Wyl prayse the O Lorde because thou haste me broke and worne But haste not suffered my foes for to laugh me to scorne O Lorde my God in my sycknes I haue cryed to the I haue called on the I saye and thou haste healed me Lorde thou haste called my soule backe frō the brym of the pyt And haste restored me that I shoulde not fal into it Ye that haue felt the Lordes mercye synge a Psalme vnto hym Set forth the memorye of hys holynes with an hymne For his anger bydeth not longe and when he is pleased He geueth lyfe vnto ech man that hath on hym trusted Though they come home wepeynge at nyght wyth a sorowefull voyce Yett in the morne cometh gladnes they shal agayne reioyce Certenly I sayde in this wyse in my prosperitie I wyll neuer bowe nor yet bend but stande vp styll stoutly For thou O Lorde hadst placed strength on thy seruantes mountayne But as sone as thy face was hyd I was troubled agayne Vnto the my Lorde dyd I calle in this myne heauie case And dyd wyth moste erneste prayar fall downe before thy face What should my bloude profyte if I should go downe to the pyt Shall dust prayse the or shall thy trueth be declared by it O Lorde heare and graunt my requeste be mercifull to me O Lorde I saye be thou myne helpe I hūbly besech the. My wepeyng and waylyng thou hast into a dawnce turned So haste thou loosed my sakcloth me wyth ioye clothed Wherfore ech man shal synge to the glorie wythouten staye O Lorde my God for euer more I wyll prayse the I saye The .xxxj. Psalme O Lorde I trust in the alone let me neuer haue naye Delyuer me in thy iustice when I do to the praye Bowe downe thyne eare to me I saye delyuer me outryght Be my defence and sure castell to saue me by thy myght For thou art my rocke and sure ground my defence at nede Wherfore for thy names sake leade me and dryue me forth to fede Brynge me out of the net that they haue layed and hyd for me Because my myght and eke my strength remayneth whole in the. Into thyne handes I do cōmitte my soule vnfaynedly Thou haste redemed me O Lorde the God of veritie I haue hated all suche men as do folowe vanitie But in the Lorde I haue alwaye trusted vnfaynedly Of thy mercie I wyll reioyce thou that lokest on my payne And that in my great miserie doeste not my soule disdayne Neyther haste shette me in the hande or powre of myne enmie But haste set my fote all at large and at full libertie Be mercifull to me O Lorde for I am sore oppreste Myne eies dasle and eke my soule and bealy take small reste Sorowe freateth my lyfe awaye mournynge bryngth my laste daye My strength fayleth through wyckednes al my bones waste awaye All my foes and enmies haue made a raylynge stocke of me But chyeflye suche in verie dede as of my neyghbours be My fryndes my famyliars haue hated me outright And when they sawe me come abroade they fled out of my syght I was forgotten vtterly as a man that is deade So was I made lyke a vessell that longe sence perished I heard that many blamed me and layde faultes to my charge Feare and tremblyng stode aboute I myght not walcke at large Whylse they consulted togither and dyd theyr wyttes employe Howe to inuent awaye to take my pore soule subtylly But I haue put my truste in the O Lorde vnfaynedly And wyth myne herte thus haue I sayde thou arte my God truly Lorde my lyfe dayes are in thyne hand let me neuer be thrall Set thou me free from myne enmies persequutours all Lyghten thy countenaunce vpō thy pore seruant I saye And for thy mercifull goodnes saue me wyth out delaye O Lorde let me not aske in vayne because I call on the But let the wycked haue that shame in the graue let them be Let lyeynge lyppes haue nought to saye which speake most craftily And eke proudly agaynste the iuste and most dispytfully Ryght large are the good thynges that thou dost kepe for them that be In thy feare and that thou dydst in theyr syght that truste in the. Vnder thy face thou shalt hyde them frō all mens conspyrynge From the debate of tonges thou shalt hyde them in thy dwellynge The Lorde is worthy for to be praysed of olde and yonge For notably he shewed me hys mercie in a towne stronge When I fled hastily I thought I am caste of surely But thou heardst the voyce of my prayer when I dyd to the crye All ye true seruantes of the Lorde loue hym vnfaynedly Whoe doeth defende the faythfull and plage the proude plentuousely Be stronge and myghtie for the Lorde wyl cause your herte be stronge So many of you as do trust in hym boeth olde and yonge The .xxxij. Psalme THat man is blest that is lyghted of hys transgression And whose synne is hydde in the hope of hys saluation The man is bleste to whō the Lord doeth not impute hys synne So is he bleste wythin whose breaste no disceyte doeth begyn Whylse I do dayly with my self sometyme thyncke secretly And some tyme breake out wyth wepyng my bones consume greatly For nyght and daye thyne hande powre lyeth vpon me heauie My iuse and moysture are made lyke thynges that sommer doeth drye But when I had tolde the my fault had not hyd my synne And after that I had this thought it is best I begynne For to confesse vnto the Lord all my transgression Forth wyth thou dydst geue me of all my synnes remission Wherfore ech goodman wyll praye the dureynge the tyme of grace And the floude of the ragynge waues shall not come to hys place Thou arte myne hydynge place and wylt kepe me from miserie And wylt beset me wyth the myrth of men that scape hardly Thou hast sayde I wyll teach the in the waye thou shouldest go And wyth myne eie and cleare knowledge I wyll helpe the also Be not lyke to the horsse or mule that do nought vnderstande Whose chawes thou must bynd wyth a bytte ere they folowe thyne hande The sorowes of the wycked men are ryght many in dede But he that doeth stycke to the Lorde shall neuer stande in nede Be glad in the Lorde O ye iuste reioyce in hys syght Synge vnto hym so many as are in youre hertes vpright The .xxxiij. Psalme REioyce ye iust men in the Lord prayse doeth good men beseme Prayse ye the Lord wyth harppe lute play on ten strynges to hym Synge a newe songe syngeswete musick wyth
wylt thou beholde thys and fuffer them styll Rydde me from theyr oppression and from theyr cruell wyll Then wyl I celebrate thy name in a grat companie And will prayse the in a people that is strong and myghtie Let them not reioyce ouer me that causelesse my foes be Neyther let them wyncke wyles wyth me that wythout cause hate me They speake no worde that shoulde brede peace peace is not theyr intent But agaynste the quiete they do disceytefull wordes inuent They thruste out the mouth agaynste me and stornefully they saye Haha haha our eie hath sene this mans vtter decaye And thou O Lorde haste sene this thyng do thou not dissemble Neyther be thou far of from me when they do assemble Aryse awake that thou mayste iudge my cause as ryght doeth stande My God Lorde arise that thou maiste take my cause in hande O Lorde my God for thy iustice do thou geue me my right And suffer them not to reioyce ouer me in thy syght Let them not saye thus in their hert haha we haue our mynde Let them not saye we haue eate hym let thē no suche cause fynde Let them all take shame and rebuke that of myne ylle reioyce Cloth them wyth shame that speake againste me with a braggynge voyce Let suche as woulde I had my ryght reioyce greatly and saye The Lorde that woulde hys seruaūtes peace be magnifyed alwaye And on my tong Lord thy iustyce shal sowne dylygently And vpon thy most worthy prayse my tonge shal runne dayly The .xxxvi. Psalme THe vngodlye mans wyckednesse testyfyeth in myne herte That of the feare of God there is in him no maner parte For in hys owne conceyte he doeth stande wonderfully well Tyll suche tyme as hys wyckednes doeth all hatered excel Vniuste and disceytfull are the wordes of hys mouth eche one And of the doctryne that doeth teache to do good he wyl none In hys bed he inuenteth synne and doeth himselfe addresse To walke forth in a wycked waye he doeth no vice represse O Lorde thy mercie is aboue in the heauens so hye And aboue all the elementes thy trueth and veritie Thy iustice is lyke great mountaynes thy iudgmentes ryght depe Boeth man and beaste thou wylt O Lorde alwaye preserue and kepe Thy mercifull goodnes O God is ryght famouse in dede And to thy charge the sonnes of men haue them selfe committed Through the greate plētie of thyne house they shall be druncke I thyncke Of the streame of thy delicates thou wylt geue them to dryncke For the vene or fountayne of lyfe is in thyn hande or myght And in thy bryghtnes thy seruauntes shall alwaye perceyue lyght Spreade out thy mercie ouer them that do acknowledge the And eke thy ryghtuousenes on them that of vpright herte be Let no fote of pryde come to me make proude men from me flye Let me not be moued by the powre of the vngodly For emōg them such men as haue wrought wyckednes dyd fall They were driuen magrea theyr heade they had no staye at all The .xxxvij. Psalme THough thou se many wycked men be not therfore angry Neither do thou enuie them that do worcke iniquitie For as the heye they are cut downe full sodenly in dede And as the florishyng grene grasse they shal be sone dryed Put thou thy truste in the Lorde and do the thynge that good is Dwell in the lande and nourishe fayth doynge no thynge amysse And se thou do delyght thy selfe in the Lord God alone And then shall he geue vnto the thyne hertes petition Caste thou thy waye vpon the Lorde lett him gouerne it styll Leane vpon him that he may do by the after hys wyll Then shall he brynge thy ryghtuousenes abroade lyke a cleare lyght And thy iudgementes and perfect lyfe lyke as the myddaye bryght Kepe thy thought secrete to the Lord and wayte vpon hys wyll Do not stomake the good successe of the man that doeth ylle Remitte anger wythout delaye and let thy furie passe Let not thyne anger be so greate that thou committe trespas For such as do euell shall perishe be cut out doubtlesse But they that wayte on the Lordes wyl shal the earthe aye possesse Yet a litle whyle and then the wycked shal be nowhere And when thou lokeste toward hys place ther shall no man appeare In the meane tyme the afflycted shall all the earth possesse And shal be throughly delited wyth prosperouse successe Agaynste the iuste and godlye man the wycked doeth inuent And gnasheth at hym wyth hys teeth hys wrath is so feruent But the Lord laugheth hym to scorne because he doeth forese Hys laste daye destruction nygh at hande for to be The wycked do drawe out theyr swerde and bende theyr bowe wyth myght To cast downe the pore nedie slocke and kyll them that go ryght But theyr owne sworde shall pearse theyr herte and stryke it thorowe quite And all theyr bowes shal be broken they shal do vs no spyte The lytle that the iuste man hath is much better doubtlesse Then the great richesse that the noble wycked men possesse For the armes of the vngodly shal be brokē in twayne But the iuste men the Lorde hym selfe wyll vnderset certayne The tyme also of innocentes the Lorde knoweth right sure And the enheritaunce of thē shall euermore endure In the tyme of aduersitie they shall suffer none ylle And when the honger is moste greate they shall aye haue theyr fyll For the vngodly shall perishe the Lordes enimies shall Be wasted lyke preciouse lambes smoke shall consume them all The vngodlye renneth in det doeth not paye agayne But the iuste man is liberall and geueth muche certayne For hys blessed chyldren shall haue the earth by heritage And hys curssed sorte shal be cut out ere they come to age The Lord ruleth a mans fotesteppes and lyketh well hys waye When he slydeth he falleth not for the Lord doeth hym staye I haue bene yonge and am nowe olde yet the eies in myne heade Dyd neuerse the iuste deserte nor hys seede begge theyr breade For he is dayly lyberall doeth lend with good wyll And his seede and posteritie haue of al thynges theyr fyll Flye thou from yll and do the thynge that is good and godly And then thou maiste be sure thou shalt euer dwell pleasantly For the Lorde loueth iuste iudgment he doeth therin delyght The wayes of them that do iustly are pleasante in hys syght Hys saynctes he doeth neuer forsake but kepeth them for aye But the seede of the vngodly he routeth out I saye The iuste men shall possesse the earth by ryght of heritage And shall inhabyte vpon it to the ende of all age The iuste mans mouth doeth commune of wysedome and sapience So doeth his tonge speake iuste iudgment wyth carefull diligence In his hert the lawe of his God is grounded and faste pyght His fote steppes shall not bende nor bowe his lyfe shal be vpright The vngodly man layeth wayte
and whē I do let as I dyd not se Thou doeste Imagyne that I am in al poyntes lyke to the. I wyl therfore contende wyth the and declare thy trespase And in order I wyl set forth thy faultes before thy face I praye you vnderstande this thynge you that haue forgotte God Whether ther be any that can preserue you from my rodde Who so maketh sacrifice of prayse doeth glorifie me And this is the way wherby he shall Godes saueynge health see The .lj. Psalme LOrd God for thy great goodnes sake be mercifull to me And for thy passyng great mercie purge myne iniquitie From myne iniquitie good Lord wash thou me plentuously And frō my synnes and trespases do thou me mundifie For myne offences I confesse and do none of them hyde My synnes Lorde my wyckednes do in my syght abyde I haue offended the alone sinned in thy syght wherfore thy wordes shal be founde true thy iudgmentes vpright Behold Lord in iniquitie was I made formed And was not fre from wyckednes when I was conceiued For lo Lorde thou louest the truth euen from the verie herte And hast shewed me of thy wysedome euen the secrete parte Purge me wyth Isope I shall be pure and cleane I knowe Washe thou me then shall I be more whyt then is the snowe Brynge thou to passe that I maye heare great ioye and reioyceynge And that they whome thou haste brought lowe may thy great prayses synge Turne thy face from my wickednes loke not on my synne To blot out myne iniquities Lorde God do thou begynne Create Lorde God wythin my breste an vndefiled herte And in my bowelles Lorde renewe a spirite that wyll not starte Caste thou me not out of thy syght ne do thou me forget Neyther do thou thyne holy spirite from thy pore seruant fet Restore to me the reioyceynge Lorde of thy saueynge helth And with thy principall spirite Lord stablishe thy seruantes welthe To the transgressers of thy lawes thy wayes I wyll declare And to the shal be conuerted men that great synnes are O God the God of my soule helth deliuer me from bloud And my tonge shall wyth ioye declare the boeth ryghtwise and good Open thou my lyppes good Lorde teach my tonge to speake And then my mouth wythout ceasyng shall in thy prayse out breake For if sacrifice dyd please the I would geue the such thynges But thou delitest not good Lord in the brent offerynges A pensiefe and a troubled spirite is to God sacrifice A broken and a contrite hert God thou wylt not despyse Lorde God of thy bountuousnes do thou fauour Sion That the walles of Ierusalem may be buylded anon Then shall please the brent offerynges sacrifice of right And on thyne holy aultare Lorde men shall fatte bullockes dyght The .lij. Psalme THou tyrant why reioycest thou in that thou doest amysse Sence the goodnes of God oure Lorde dayly amonge vs is Wayes to corrupt to destroye thy tonge doeth styll inuent Euen as it were a sharp rasour that to cut is styll bent Thou dost delyght rather to hurt thyne anger to wreake Then do to well for to lye then ryght and trueth to speake All wordes that brynge destruction do therto belonge Thou loueste for to spreade abroade wyth a disceytfull tonge Wherfore God shall scatter thy stocke take it cleane awaye He shal cut the out of thy tent and make thy rote decaye Whych thynge when the rightwise shall se then shall they stand in awe And shall laugh and make reioyceynge at the syght that they sawe They shall saye lo this is the man that in God hath not trust But in the heape of hys riches and in hys wicked lust But I lyke a grene olyue tree in the Lordes house I saye Haue put my trust in hys goodnes for euer and a day Because thou haste me made good Lorde thy preases wyll I tell And wyl trust in thy name because thy sanctes do lyke it well The .liij. Psalme THe folysh insipiēt whose thoughtes are euer vayne Do in theyr herte saye folyshlye ther is no God certayne Corrupt they are in all theyr wayes made abominable To fynde one good amonge them all ther is no man able Vpon the sonnes of mortal men God loked downe from heauen To se if ther were any wyse or for to seeke God geuen They haue gone astraye togither and are corrupt ech one That hath done the thynge that is good there can not be founde one Howe can they haue knowledge saith God that worcke iniquitie And lyke breade eate vp my people do not on me crye There feared they excedynglye where feare in dede was none Because God doeth all them destroye that besiege the Sion Because God is theyr enmie thou haste made them ashamed Woulde God that out of the Sion Iacob myght be saued That God myght once make an ende of his peoples seruitude That wyth great ioye reioycynge Iacob myght be endude The .liiij. Psalme FOr thy names sake helpe me O God in thy strength deliuer Thy seruant O God heare my prayer do my wordes consyder For strayngars and straynge nations agaynst me do arise And tyrantes that seke my soule haue no God before theyr eyes Behold I saye it is the Lord that doeth myne enimies let And he is styll present wyth them that do me vnderset Myne aduersaries and my foes he shall wyth iuell rewarde And shall them all destroye because he doeth his trueth regarde I shall make to the sacrifice wyth fre and wyllyng mode And wyll set forth thy name wyth prayse because thou art so good For out of all afliction thou haste deliuered me And my desyre vpō my foes Lord God myne eies do see The .lv. Psalme GEue eare to my praier O God and do not thy selfe hyde From the humble petition that I make at this tyde Geue eare I saye to me O God answere me againe For in my praier I make mone and greuously complayne And that through the outragiouse crie of enimies in dede And through the great vexatiō of men that are wicked Which wicked men do against me practise theyr wickednes And in theyr passynge great anger put me to great distresse Pensife heauie is myne herte Lord God wythin my breste And the horrors and feares of death haue me greatly oppreste Excedynge great feare tremblyng haue lighted on my lot And most horrible dread also hath quelled me I wot Wherfore I saye would God I had wynges lyke vnto a doue For then would I flye hence where none of these thynges should me moue Lo then would I get me far hence and dwell in wildernes And would make haste for to escape this tempest of distresse Destroy them Lorde and slit theyr tonges take on them no pitie For I haue sene vnrightuousnes strife in the citie These thynges compasse the walles therof boeth by daye and by nyght And in the myddes therof greuaunce
and wyckednes are pight In it I saye is wyckednes euen in the inner parte At no tyme do gyle and deceyte out of hir stretes departe Of a man that had hated me or that myne enmie were The proude checkes and the reuilynges I could suffer and beare But sence thou art my capitayne my felowe and my frend Thy reuylynges and threatenynge do my mynd sore offende For we haue had swete and secrete communication In the house of the Lord our God and haue togither gone Lorde let death strike them sodenlye let them be buried quicke For in theyr secrete houses Lorde great wickednes doeth sticke As for me I wyll crie to God and will his mercie craue And then the Lord I am right sure wyll his pore seruant saue At euenynge at morne and none tyde I wyll mourne and complayne And then to heare his seruantes voyce the Lorde wyll not disdayne It is he that delyuereth his seruauntes soule in peace From all that lye in wayte for it who are many doubles That God I saye that lyueth aye shall heare his seruauntes prayer And shall plage them of whose mendment men maye iustly dispayer They feare not God but laye handes on such as cleaue vnto hym And so they breake hys couenaunt and do it not esteme Theyr mouthes are softer then butter yet are warres in theyr mynde Their wordes are muche more smoth then oyle yet swerdes ye shall them fynde O caste thy burden on the Lorde and he shall the sustayne For he wyll not suffer the iuste in troubles to remayne In the meane tyme O God thou shalt thrust headlynge in to hell The bloud thyrsty and disceyuers that are fiers and cruell They shall not lyue out halfe theyr tyme nor halfe theyr lyfe dayes see But as for me good Lorde I wyll styll put my trust in the. The .lvj. Psalme BE mercifull to me O God for men wyll treade me downe They fyght agaynste and trouble me dayly in fielde and towne Vnder theyr feete myne enimies do treade me downe dayly For they that proudly fyght agaynst thy seruaunt are many Neuerthelesse at euerie tyde when feare inuadeth me Then do I put my confidēce and trust onely in the. In God I wyll set forth his worde and in hym put my trust And as for men I do not passe let them do what they luste They are offended at my wordes and do them dayly carpe All theyr studye is to hurt me on this one strynge they harpe They cluster renne togither they spye on euerie syde They watch my steppes because my death of them is desyred They haue a trust for to escape but that is all in vayne For God wyll not in his anger whole natiōs refrayne My rennynges from myne enimies in persecution Thou haste by numbre in thy boke and eke my teares eche one So ofte as I call on thy name myne enimies do flye Wherby that thou arte God my Lorde I do knowe certenlye Whatsoeuer God sendeth me I wyl take in good parte And in the worde of God my Lorde I shall conforte myne herte In God my Lorde my confidence onlye trust shal be I wyll not stande in dreade nor feare what man can do to me To the wyll I paye al my vowes O God and wyll be hyght And paye to the boeth laude and prayse with all my mayne and myght For thou sauest my soule from death and my feete from fallynge That I maye walke before the in the lyght of the lyueynge The .lvij. Psalme BE mercifull to me O God be mercifull to me For the soule of thy pore seruant putteth hir trust in the. Vnder the shadowe of thy wynges my hope is pytched faste Where myne onlye refuge shal be tyll wyckednes be paste I shal call crie vnto God that is highest of all To God I saye that doeth helpe me vp agayne when I fall The same shall send from heauen down shall deliuer me From the reprofe of him that would my confusion see He shall I saye send vnto me euen for his mercies sake And for the faythfull promise that it pleased hym to make My soule is set in the myddes of the lions full of Ire And I my selfe am layed amonge men that do flame wyth fyre Theyr teeth are sharpe and persynge speres and sharpe arowes I wene Theyr tonges are swerdes wel made to cute and are excedyng kene Set vp thy selfe O God aboue the heauens that are so hye And aboue all the earth exalte thy prayse thy glorie A net they haue layed for my fete and put my soule to blame They haue dygged a pyt for me are fallen in the same To synge and geue the prayse O God myne hert is euer prest To setforth thy greate prayse I saye my mynd is redye dreste Awake my tonge and strength to speake for thou arte my glorie Awake my lute and eke my harpe for I wyll rise erlye Amonge the people wyll I geue thankes vnto the O Lord And amonge the heathen my tonge shall thy prayses recorde For the greatnes of thy mercie reacheth vp to the skye And thy faythfulnes thy trueth toucheth the starres so hye Set vp thy selfe O God aboue the heauens that are so hye And aboue al the earth exalte thy prayse thy glorie The .lviij. Psalme O Ye the sonnes of mortall men ye goddes and men of myght Do ye geue rightuouse sentences and iudge mens matters right Nay but rather you Imagyne mischiefe wythin your brest And by your violence men are sore laden and oppreste So sone as these vngodly men were borne they went astraye And frō theyr mothers wombe they learned vntrueth for to saye Theyr poysens are lyke the poysens that in fell serpentes are They are lyke the deafe Idder that doth vse to stop hir eare For the adder doeth stop hir eare lest she should heare haply The voyce of the charmar that doeth by charmes worcke skylfully Of these mens mouthes breake thou the teeth O God and smyte in twayne The chafte bones of the lyons whelppes who are cruell certayne That they may fall awaye lyke the water that faste doeth ren And that when they shote theyr arrowes the same may be broken Let them consume as doth a snayle that turneth into slyme And as the fruite that a woman beareth before hir tyme. Yeare that your sharpe and prickynge thornes shall be redie to pricke Gooddes wrath lyke to a stormye wynde shall take you awaye quicke When the rightwise shall se these thynges they shall reioyse greatly And they shal wash theyr feete in the bloude of the vngodly Then shall men saye the rightuouse are certayne to haue rewarde For the Lorde God iudgeth the earth who doeth iustice regarde The .lix. Psalme MY God delyuer me from thē that be myne enimies And defend me from them that do agaynst thy seruant rise Delyuer me O God from them that do worcke wyckedly And saue thy pore seruant from such men as are bloude thristie For
lo they laye wayte for my soule and conspyre agaynste me Not for any offence or fault Lord that in me they see Not prouoked by me they do hastly them selfes prepare Wherfore arise thou and helpe me and loke vpon my care O Lord of hostes O Iacobs God awake visite the heathen Shewe thou no mercie to them that to wickednes are geuen Let them returne emptie at nyght and let them hole lyke houndes And make them wander rounde about the cities and the townes Beholde they speake agaynste me wyth their mouthes and swerdes are hyd Vnder theyr lyppes for they are not for such thynges reproued But thou O Lorde shalt euer haue them in derision The heathen Lorde thou shalt deride and laugh them all to skorne I do ascribe to the O God all my strēgth and my power For thou art my falfegard good Lorde and only defender Thy goodnes to thy pore seruant thou shewest plentuousely And lettest me se my desyer vpon myne enimie Lorde destroy not them sodenlye leste my people forget But as thou art oure defender do them in sunder sette For theyr proude and statly wordes Lorde take thou them in theyr pride And for theyr periurie and lyes suffer them not to byde Consume them Lord in thy furie consume them cleane awaye That they may knowe that God ruleth in all the earth this daye Let them returne emptie at nyght let them howle lyke houndes And make them wander rounde about the cities and the townes Let them wander about I saye and seke whereon to feede And let them not fynd sustinaunce to satisfie theyr nede Wyth reioyceynge I shall declare thy myght and greate goodnes Because thou arte my tower of strength refuge in distres To the I saye O God my strength wyll I reioyce and synge Because thou arte my whole defence and most mercifull kynge The .lx. Psalme O God thou dydest vs forsake reiect waste moued But nowe thou arte pleased agayn and hast vs receyued Thou dashedest the earth together and brakest it in twayne But nowe repare the brackes therof for it shaketh certayne Hard chaunce and misse fortune thou hast layed on thy peoples lot And haste geuen vs such wyne to dryncke as is deadly I wot Yet haste thou geuen a sygne to them that do walke in thy feare That they should triumph in thy trueth in no wise dispeare Let thy power saue thy beloued that they do not dispeare Shewe forth thy powre I saye good Lord heare thy seruantes prayer Because God hath spoken the worde wyth in hys holy place I shal wyth ioye diuide Sichem and Sochothes vale by pase Galaad and eke Manasses are myne but Ephraim ▪ Is the key of my kyngdome and Iuda my lawes doeth deme In Moah wyll I laye my fylth and ouer Edom skyppe And thou palastine sue to me for fauour and frendshyppe Who shall leade me into that forte that myghtie stronge citie Who shal conducte me to Edom and my salfe conduct be Shalt not thou do it O my God who didest vs forsake And wouldest not walke wyth our men whē we dyd the wars take O God helpe thou in al distresse for mans helpe is but vayne But we shall fyght stoutly through God by whom our foes are slayne The .lxj. Psalme OH God heare thy pore seruantes crye and hearcken to my prayer And let not my voyce and my crye in vayne trouble the ayer From the vtmost partes of the earth I shall crye vnto the In the distres of mynde when myn herte amased shal be Then shall I saye Oh Lorde set me vpon thy rocke so hye For thou arte my refuge strength agaynste myne enimie In thy tente wyll I dwell for aye that I maye dwell salfly Vnder the shadowe of thy wynges is my desyre to lye For thou O God hast heard my vowes pondered my desyres And such men as do feare thy name Lorde thou hast made thyne heyers To the kynge do thou geue long lyfe that hys yeres maye enduer Through many generations to thy wyll pleasure Let the kyng syt before the Lord for euer and a daye And let thy mercie and thy trueth preserue the same alwaye Then shall I neuer sease to synge vnto thy holy name That I maye performe all my vowes dayly vnto the same The .lxij. Psalme ONly on God my soule loketh hath to hym respect For in hym and in none other myne health taketh effect For he onelye is my sure grownde my salfgard and defence So that my fall can not be greate through fleshly violence How longe wil you studie disceyte agaynst all maner men Ye shal al perishe as the walle or hedge that is broken Lord these men woulde blot out my lyfe they play the lyars parte Wyth the mouth they do praye for me but cursse me wyth theyr herte Neuerthelesse O thou my soule do thou to God enclyne For frō him only doeth thy truste and thyne onely hope shyne For he only is my sure grounde my saluation I shall not fall he is my strength and my tuition Myne health lyeth in God alone my glorie and my myght And in the Lord my confidence only trust is pyght O put your trust in him alwaye ye people of the land Pour out your hertes before the Lord in whome our hope doeth stande As for men they are all but vayne and delyted to lye And are as lyght in a balance as is vayne vanitie Put no truste in mysse gotten goodes ne serue you vanitie And when you do flowe in richesse set not to much therby God hath spoken this one thyng twyse wherfore it is certayne And I myselfe haue heard him saye that in him strength doeth raygne He sayde also that in the Lord is goodnes and mercie And that he doeth reward eche man after as his worckes be The .lxiij. Psalme O God thou arte my myghtie God my salfe gard defence Wherfore I wyl seke the ech daye wyth carfull diligence My soule thyrsteth for the O Lord my fleshe hath a luste To taste of the in this drye lande where for water is duste Thus do I that I maye behold the in thy holy place That I maye se thy mightie power glorie of thy face For lyfe it selfe is not so swete as thy loueyng kyndnes Wherfore to shewe thy worthy prayse my lyppes shall neuer sease And so shall I duryng my lyfe alwaye magnifie the And in thy name lyfte vp myne handes as it becommeth me Then shall my soule be satisfied as wyth most swete fatnes ▪ And therfore shall my lyppes reioyce and my mouth shewe thy prayse O Lord when I lye in my bed I shall remembre the And whē I wake out of my slepe on the my thought shall be For thou only art he from whom all myne helpe doeth procede And in the shadowe of whose wynges my soule is delited O Lorde my soule cleaueth to the thy righthand is my staye Let thē that would destroye my soule
they do reioyce before God And are glad They are delyghted inwardly can neuer be sad Synge vnto God synge to his name make a perfect waye To him that rideth in hygh heauen whose name is Lorde for aye Reioyce before him for he is father to fatherlesse And in his holy house he doeth the wydowes cause redresse He is the God that maketh peace and breaketh prisoners band And causeth traytours for to dwell in an vnfruitfull land When he went out through wyldernes before his peoples face The earth shoke the heauens molt before him in his place God of his goodnes sent downe rayne vpon his heritaunce And fylled all the barrant plottes therof wyth aboundaunce That his people myght dwel therin thus dyd the Lorde prepare For his pore flocke and gaue his worde to such as for them care The kynges that had great armies fled they fled and toke the foyle And such men as sate styll at home haue diuided the spoyle What though no doues fether haue bene more vyle then they in syght Yet shall they be as preciouse nowe as gould that shyneth bryght When the almightie had scattred the kynges that ther dyd raygne Thē dyd it glistē lyke the snowe on zalmon that mountayne Goddes hil Sion is lyke Basan for wōderfull plentie An hyll it is that aboundeth wyth all fertilitie O ye great hylles ye myghtie kynges whye do ye hate this hyll Syth it pleaseth the Lorde and he wyll dwel therupon styll His horsmen are twentie thousand and his angelles many In whom he is as in Sinai in hys sanctuarie He is gone vp on hygh and hath wyth him men that where thrall He hath receyued gyftes for men yea for his foes and all Thus hath he done that he myght be the Lord praysed for aye For as the God of our health he geueth vs gyftes eche daye Our God I say and sauiour he is whilse we haue breath And by him alone we escape the sharppe passage of deathe Yet doeth he wound the heades of them that are his enimies And the crowne of the heade of them that from synne wyll not ryse Thus sayde the Lord I wyll restore my people home agayne From Basan and from the depe sea they shal not there remayne Therfore I saye O my people thou shalt not fayle to treade In thy foes bloud and thy dogges tonges shall be therwyth made redde The maner of the goynge of my God my Lord and kynge Is well sene in his holy place where he is abydyng The syngyng mē do go before then folowe the mynstrelles And laste of all the fayer maydens playinge vpon tymbrelles O ye that descend of the flocke of mightie Israell Prayse ye the Lorde in such order as ye haue hearde me tell Fyrst lyttle Beniamin ruleth and Iuda is your strength Then Sebulon and Neptali are captaynes good at length It is god that hath geuē you this strength you maye be sure O God confirme the same in vs that it may styll endure For the kynges do offer to the mo gyftes in sacrifice Then be made at Ierusalem after the temples guise Rebuke the myghtie men of armes that in armes can do well And the stronge men of euerie land that for lucre rebell Disparse them that delyght in warres let messengers come Out of Egypt and Ethiope and sue to thy kyngdome Synge to the Lord O ye kyngdomes of the earth and reioyse To him that rideth on the heauens stretcheth out his voyce Ascribe to hym all myght and power for his glorie doeth raygne Ouer Israell his powre aboue the cloudes certayne O God thou arte to be feared in thy sanctuarie For thou geuest powre to thy flocke and arte of prayse worthy The .lxix. Psalme HElpe me O God for I am lyke to perishe out of hand For I do syncke into the myer where is no place to stande Into depe waters I am fallen which do me ouer flowe I am werie wyth lowde criynge my throte wareth drye nowe Wyth ofte lokynge vp to my God myne eies begyne to fayle And they that hate me wythout cause are now lyke to preuayle For they are moe in numbre then the heyres are on myne head Wherby they cause me to paye that I neuer receiued What ignoraunce hath caused me to do Lord thou doeste see My synnes Lorde and my wyckednes are not vnknowne to the. O God of hostes let not them that to the wyth fayth repare Haue cause by that they see in me to fall into dispeare For in thy cause do I suffer all this rebuke and shame And am caste out from my kynred made straynge to the same The thought that I take for thy house is greate breakynge to me And I take all such wordes to herte as men speake agaynst the. If I dyd euer faste or wepe my bodye for to tame The same hathe ben caste in my teeth as a thynge worthy blame I lapte my bodie in sack cloth and ware it for a coate And then began they for to skoffe and ieste at me I wotte Yea they that sate in the towne gates the rulars and the kynges Iested at me and the drunckardes made thē songes of these thynges But I make my prayer to the O Lorde that I ne mysse Of helpe through thy goodnes and trueth when thy good pleasure is Pulle me out of the depe myer and from drownynge me kepe Deliuer me from enimies from the waters depe Leste the surges do ouerflowe and the syncke swalowe me And the depe pytte shutte vp his mouth whē I shall therin be O Lorde graunt my requeste to me euen for thy goodnes sake And as thy mercies are many oon me pitie take Hyde not thy face from thy seruant for I am nowe troubled Make haste O God shortly let my request be graunted O Lorde drawe nygh vnto my soule let it be salfe through the And because of myne enimies Lord God deliuer me Thou knowest what rebuke I do byde what shame and dishonour For all they that do trouble me are in thy syght ech houre Through the rebuke myne herte is broke and heauie is my mynde I loke for some to pitie me but no conforte I fynde They dyd geue me gall in my meate and when I was thyrsty They gaue me vinager to dryncke such was theyr crueltie Let theyr table be made a snare to take themselfes wyth all And where they trust to lyue in peace ther let them take a fall Darken the eies of theyr iudgment lest they should loke and see Make theyr loynes weake and breake theyr backes that thus haue done to me Poure out thy wrath on them let thyne hotte anger them quell Let theyr houses be made deserte and none therin to dwell For when thou hast striken a man they persecute hym styll And suche men as thou haste wounded they endeuour to kyll Let them encrease in wyckednes neuer se iustice Wype them out of the boke lyfe from emōge the rightwise
Sion Then he doeth to the residue of Iacobs nation Ryght noble thynges O goddes citie are reported of the Reported in the O Sion right noble thynges there be Rahab and such of Babilon as haue knowen my name I wyll haue kepte in memorie as right worthy of fame Loe palestine is worthy prayse because therin were borne Boeth zor and they of Ethiope of whom I thyncke no scorne But of Sion it shall be sayed that many of greate fame Haue bene borne there the high God shall eke confirme the same In his writtynges the Lord shall cyte the peoples euerie one And of them all the chyefest man was borne in this Sion In the Sion are all my welles whereout all they do sprynge That in my trase do leade the daunce do my praises synge The .lxxxviij. Psalme LOrde God myne health before thy face I crye boeth daye and nyght ▪ Let my request I the besech be present in thy syght Bowe downe thyne eare vnto my cry for my soule hath hir fyll And my lyfe is brought to the graue through the plentie of ill But now am I compted wyth them that go into the pyt And am compared to a man that of strength hath no whyt As one fre from all maner thynges that to thys lyfe belonge I am accompted emonge them whom fatall death hath stonge I am I saye lyke to the deade that in the graue do slepe Of whō there is no memorie ne doeth thyne hand them kepe In the lower pyt of troubles Lord thou hast placed me In places that are darcke depe so hath it pleased the. Thy feruent indignation hath quelled me well most Thou hast cast out thy pore seruaunt in troubles to be toste Thou haste caused myne acquayntaunce to flye far of from me ▪ And through thy meanes they do abhor thy pore seruant tose I am enclosed in suche wyse and hedged rounde about That I ne can by any meanes fynde ishue or waye out Throughsore payne and affliction myne eye syght fayleth me O Lorde I call and crie all daye and lyfte myne handes to the. And doest thou shewe wonders to them that in the graue dolye Or shall the deade arise agayne and prayse the worthyly And shall thy mercie and goodnes be preached in the graue Or thy fayth in destruction wher none hath mynde to craue Or shall thy wonders be well knowen in places darke and blynd Or thy iustice in such a place where nothing is in mynde But I thy pore seruant haue cried to the O Lorde I saye And my prayer shall the preuēt in the spryng of the daye O Lord whye doest thou put me backe and my pore soule repell Wylt thou Lord hyde thy face from me and shewe thy selfe cruell Wretched am I and from my youth haue ben styll at deathes dore And wyth perplex and doubtfull mynde I sustayne thy terrour Thy furies and rageynge angers haue gone ouer me quite And thy terrours and great threatnynges haue kylled me downryght They haue dayly enuironed and beset me about And to gyrd me in togither they haue not stand in doubt My friendes thou haste set far from me eke my neyghbours all And haste caused myne acquayntaunce into darcknes to fall The .lxxxix. Psalme THy mercies and thy goodnes Lorde I wyll synge wythout staye And wyth my mouth Lord wyll I cause thy truth be knowe for aye For wyth my selfe thus haue I thought Goddes mercie lasteth aye And in the hygh heauens his trueth he hath set wyth sure staye Thus hath he sayd wyth mynde elect I haue made a comnaunt And wyth an othe I promised to Dauid my seruant Thy seede I wyll confirme for aye make it to enduer And in all ages that shall come thy throne shall remayne sure The heauens O Lord celebrate prayse thy wonders all So do the sanctes thyne holy trueth when they theyr counselles call In heauen who is it that maye be the Lordes felowe right And which of the stronge men shal be lyke vnto him in myght For God muste be greatly feared in holy mens counsell And must be had in reuerence of them that nygh hym dwell Lorde God of hostes who is lyke the Oh thou that art myghtie All thynges that are about the Lorde are truth and veritie Lord thou doest rule the greate furies and rages of the seas And when they do lyft vp their waues thou doest them all appease Prouide Pharao thou dydest beate euen as a deade bodie And wyth the force of thy great strength thou dydst thy foes destroye The heauens are thyne so is the earth none can thys thynge denie ▪ The whole worlde and all thynges therin thou haste made certenly The north parte and the south also thou haste made and formed ▪ Thabor and Hermon shall reioyce whē they heare the named Thou haste an arme full of all powre all myght doeth therin stande Lorde thou doest fortifie thy strength lyfte vp thy ryght hande Thy prynce lyke throne is vndersette with equitie and right Mercie and trueth go before the and are styl in thy syght O happie people that confesse the sygnes of goddes presence For in thy lyght O Lorde suche shall walke wyth greate reuerence They shall dayly ioye and reioyce Lorde in thyne holy name And in thy ryghtuousenes they shall purchase them selfe greate fame For of theyr ioyce strength O God thou only arte the floure And of thy mere goodnes thou wylt extolle our myght and power For our shyld of defence is a thynge of the lordes geuynge And the holy one of Iacob hath geuen vs our kynge Then to thy prophetes by a dreame thus saydest thou in effect I wyll supporte ayde Dauid for he is myne elect I haue found Dauid my seruant haue hym anoynted Wyth holy oyle that by my power he myght be strengthened The enimie shall neuer be able hym to deceyue Neither shall the froward haue powre my seruant for to greue I wyl braye all his enimies euen before his face And suche as do hym hate I wyll destroye wyth outen grace My trueth eke my mercie shall be wyth hym at his nede And in my name his power shal be excedyng great in dede I wyll put his hand in the sea his power shall thyther reach And ouer the rennynge riuers he shall hys ryght hand stretche He shall call on me at his nede and shall saye in this sorte Thou arte my father and my God and of my health the forte Myne heyer wyll I ordeyne hym aboue the kynges all My mercie and promise to him for euer kepe I shall I wyll make hys sede eternall his stocke shall neuer die And his royall seate wyll I make lyke the tyme of the skye If hys sonnes wyll forsake my lawe and not walke in my steppes ▪ If they wyll breake myne ordinaūce and not kepe my preceptes Then wyth roddes wyll I visyte them for theyr goynge astraye And wyll wyth scourges punish the wyckednes of theyr waye
name And for to celebrate the Lorde and to encrease his fame To preach his mercie and goodnes erly before the pryme And also to declare his fayth and trueth in the nyght tyme. On the instrument of ten strynges and lute wyth notes sharppe And eke on the lowde instrumentes and also on the harppe For thou O Lorde haste wyth thy worckes made me merie and glad In the worckes of thyne handes I wyll reioyce and not be sadde O Lorde howe greate and myghtie are thy worckes in this worlde rownde Thy counselles are excedynge depe and eke passynge profounde I grosse heade and one of dull wytte doeth not perceyue this thynge Neither hath the fole in this case any vnderstandynge That is that where the wycked do lyke grasse growe and florishe They floryshe to none other ende but for aye to perishe But thou O Lorde art high for aye forlo thy foes do die So manye as delyte to synne do perishe vtterly But myne horne and my strength shall be lyfte vp and set on hye Lyke the horne of an Vnicorne a beaste stronge and myghtie I shall be annoynted wyth oyle that is boeth newe and freshe There shall no cause of feblenes remayne wyth in my fleshe Myne eie shallse his onwe desyre vpon myne enimies And myne eare shal heare lyke of them that do agaynst me rise The iuste shal florish lyke the palme whose leafe is euer grene And shall growe vp lyke ceder trees that in Libane be sene For they beynge set and planted in the house of the Lorde Shall flourishe in the courtes of our God spreade out abrode Yea they shall budde and brynge forth fruite when they are far in age They shall be full of sappe and iuse theyr colour shall not swage That they maye preach the Lord that is my strength to deale iustly And that in him is no deceyte he doeth nothynge awrye The .xciij. Psalme THe Lord is kynge and hath put on magificence princely The Lorde I saye hath put on strength and made himselfe redie Yea the rounde compasse of the earth is made so firme and sure That it shall not threathen to fall but shall stand and endure Thy throne O Lorde and princely seate was appoynted before From the begymynge and thy selfe haste bene for euermore The freshe waters lyfte vp theyr noyse they lyfte it vp on hye Theyr surges theyr waues they do lyfte vp towarde the skye Yea more then the wylde waters and the greate stormes of the sea Such is the great powre of the Lorde that in heauen hath the swea For that thou Lord haste spoken of thyne house fayre and holy The same shall remayne firme true tyme out of memorie The .xciiij. Psalme OH Lorde God thou that plagest them that dolyue wyckedly O thou reuengeynge God I saye shewe thy selfe openly Auaunce thy selfe O thou that arte iudge ouer all the land And let the proude haue theyr iuste hyer rewarde at thyne hand Howe longe howe longe O Lord shall the wycked reioice proudly Shall they all scape and bragge and boste themselues outragiousely O Lord they do freate thy people weare them cleane awaye Such as thou cleymest by byrth ryght they vexe and greue I saye They do kylwydowes and strangers and murder fatherlesse And then they saye the Lorde seeth not Iacobs God hath no gesse Ye doltysh sorte of the people to learne I you aduise Ye foles I saye what tyme shall we se you prudent and wyse Howe should he that hath made the eare lacke the powre of hearynge And how shoulde he that made the eie lacke the sence of seynge He that doeth checke whole nations and teacheth men science Shoulde not the same rebuke you for such force and violence The Lorde hath knowen that all the thoughtes of mans herte are but vayne As are all the inuentions of an inconstante brayne Happie is the man O Lorde whom thou wylt kepe in awe Right so is he whom thou wylt trayne and enstruct in thy lawe That thou maist ordeyne rest for him agaynst the troublouse tyme Whylse the pyte maye be dygged for the vngodly mans crime The Lorde wyl not his owne people reiect or cast awaye And such as he hath made his owne he wyll not leaue for aye Tyll he haue restored iudgment to the rule of iustice Which all that be of pure herte shall folowe in theyr guise Who could haue risen vp for me against the vngodly Or who could stand wyth me agaynst them that lyue wyckedly Except the Lord had holpen me succoured my nede My soule no doubt should haue dwelled emonge the dead wyth spede When I sayde Lorde my fote doeth slyp then dydst thou me sustayne And when my thoughtes dyd trouble me thou contortedste agayne Lorde arte thou lyke in any poynte to men of cruell sawe That do inuent wayes to oppresse vnder coloure of lawe They renne togither agaynst the soule of a man gyltlesse And do pronownce innocent bloud gyltie of wyckednes But vnto me the Lorde standeth for a forte and defence And my God is the strength wherin I put my confidence And he shall requite them theyr synne stroy them vtterly In theyr malice the Lord I saye our God shall them destroye The .xcv. Psalme COme let vs all reioyce and synge to the Lord that is one Let vs synge to the suer grownde of our saluation Let vs preuent him falle downe before his face wyth prease Let vs synge vnto him wyth psalmes and studie him to please For the Lord is a myghtie God a rular a kynge A myghtie kynge aboue all Goddes thatin earth haue rulynge In whose hand are the most secrete and darcke dennes of the grownde And eke the hygh toppes of the hylles where euer they be fownde The sea also is his for he dyd it facion and frame So dyd his hand the continent that lyeth wythin the same Come on therfore let vs honour and fall downe in his syght Let vs knele before our maker that is the Lorde of myght For he is our God and we the people of his pasture And the flocke of his myghtie hand of whom he taketh cure If ye wyll hede his voyce this daye ye shall haue no hard hert As in the tyme when ye stroue tempted me in desert When tyme your fathers tempted me they dyd me throughly trye So dyd they se my worckes also set out before theyr eie This nation dyd I forbeare wyth payne fourty yeres daye So that I sayde they erre in herte and do not knowe my waye Then sware I to them in the Ire greate he ate of my breste That they should neuer enter in to dwel wyth in my reste The .xcvj. Psalme SYnge a newe songe vnto the Lord in faythse ye accorde All ye that dwell vpon the earth synge this songe to the Lorde Synge to the Lorde and prayse his name preath his saluation Tell his glorie and wondrouse worckes in euerie nation For greate and myghtie is the
Lord and of much prayse worthy And to be feared aboue all the goddes that are sohye For all the goddes of the people are nothynge of valure But the Lorde hath made the heauens that are stydfaste and sure Honour and glorie are present before him in his syght Myght magnificence are in his sanctuarie pyght O ye housholdes of nations ascribe vnto the Lorde Glorie powre I saye ascribe all suche thynges to the Lorde Ascribe I saye vnto the Lorde glorie worthy his name Brynge sacrifice and enter in to hys courtes wyth the same Bowe your selfe to the Lorde in hys most goodly sacrarie As many as dwell on the earth feare ye the Lorde on hye Tell the Heathen the Lord doeth reygne the earth shall stande stidie For he shall minister the lawes wyth right and equitie Let the heauens be merie and glad and let the earth reioyce Let the sea and all thynges therin geue out asoundynge voyce Let the corne field and all that is therin reioyce I saye Then all the trees of the foreste let them synge out for ioye Let this be done before the Lorde because he is comeynge For he cometh to iudge the earth and trye ech mans doynge He shall iudge the round worlde I saye in right and equitie And all the people of the same he shall rule faythfully The .xcvij. Psalme LEt the earth and the Ilandes all reioyce and be merie For only the Lorde God reigneth and hath the imperie About him are cloudes and darcknes no man can hym beholde Right and equitie are the stayes that do hys throne vpholde The fyer of extreme iudgment shall go out before his face And shall on eche syde burne hys foes wyth out fauour or grace His lyghtnynges haue lyghtned the world on eche syde rounde about Whiche thynge whē the earth sawe she dyd for sorowe stand in doubt The hylles molt at the Lordes presence euen as the wax melteth At the presence I saye of him that all the worlde ruleth The heauens haue declared his iustice manifestly And all peoples haue playnly sene his honour and glorie Let all that worshyp Imagies and in vayne Goddes delyte Be confounded ye Goddes I saye falle downe in the Lordes syght Sion heard this and was right glad and Iudes danghters O Lord Reioyced for thy iuste iudgementes and dyd the same record For thou O Lord arte aboue all that vpō the earth are Aboue all the Goddes and rulars thou art exalted far Hate vice all ye that loue the Lord for his who seke goodnes He doeth kepe and deliuer from wycked mens cruelnes To them that be rightwise iuste lyght is sowne and doeth sprynge And vnto men of a sownde herte groweth vp reioyceynge Be merie in the Lorde ye that are full of rightuousnes And reioyce whē ye be myndfull of his great holines The .xcviij. Psalme SYnge a newe songe vnto the Lord for he hath wonders wrought By hys holy arme owne strength health to him selfe he brought His health and his saluatiō hath he made knowne and sene He hath reueyled his iustice before the heathens eien He hath had mynd of his mercie trueth towards Israell All the coastes of the earth haue sene oure goddes saueynge health well All ye that dwell vpon the earth synge prayses to the Lorde Breake out in voyce and eke reioyce synge in musickes corde Synge to the Lord vpon the harppe syng Psalmes to your harppynge Make swete noyse wyth trumpettes and shawmes before the Lorde and kynge Let the sea and all thynges therin geue out a sowndyng voyce Let all that dwell vpon the earth in lyke maner reioyce Let the freshe waters clap wyth handes as pleased wyth the thynge And let the mountaynes so reioyce that they sease not to synge Let this be done before the Lord because he is comeynge For he cometh to iudge the earth and trye ech mans doynge He shall iudge the rownde world I saye in right and equitie And all the people of the same he shall rule faythfully The .xcix. Psalme EVen when the Lord reigned alone the people made vprore Whylse he sate vpon Cherubim the earth was moued sore The Lorde is great myghtie in his owne citie Sion So is he high and aboue eche people and nation Let them set forth celebrate thy name Lord worthyly For it is greate worthy fear eke passynge holye A Kynge loueth ryghtwise dealynge but thou preparedst it And in Iacob thou dost the thynge that is boeth iuste and fyt Exalt I saye exalt the Lord our God that is on hye And fall downe at his fete for he is sacret and holye Amonge his priestes was Moses and hys brother Aaron And of them that dyd crie on hym good Samuell was one They cried to hym and he hearde them spake to them agayne Out of a cloude to kepe all his lawes they were ryght fayne O Lorde our God thou heardest them dydst them not denye Thou wast to them a loueynge God plagegeynge theyr vayne studie Exalt the Lorde our God and caste your selfe prostrate on grownde At the hyll of hys holynes for holye is he fownde The C. Psalme ALl earthly men synge to the Lorde worshyp hym gladly Come merily into his syght reioyceynge hertily Acknowledge that the Lord is God for he is our maker ▪ And not we ours but hys people and flocke no doubt we are Enter his gates to geue him thanckes his courtes to synge prayse Set him forth wyth prayses and laude his name all maner wayes For the Lord is right mercifull eke right good I saye His mercie shall neuer haue ende neither his trueth decaye The Cj. Psalme MErcie and iudgment wyll I synge of them my songe shall be Of mercie and iudgment O Lord I wyll synge vnto the. I wyll walke wysely in sure waye tyl thou do come to me Wythout spotte or blemysh of herte in myne house wyll I be I wyll purpose no wyckednes ne dede worthy of blame All wycked doars wyll I hate and put from me the same The peruerse and the froward herte shall not abyde wyth me Neither shall the maliciouse of myne acquayntaunce be Such as theyr neighbours mysse reporte in secrete I wyll stroye I wyll not abyde such one as wyth proude herte loketh hye Such wyll I seke to dwell wyth me as be faythfull in dede And such as walke innocently shall serue me at my nede He shall not dwel wythin myne house that worcketh any gyle And he that speaketh lyes shall not dwell wyth me any whyle All the vngodly of the earth I wyll destroye quickly ▪ That the wycked doars may be put out of the citie The Cij Psalme O Lord heare and graunt my prayer and do it not denie And let my greate lowde cryinge come vp to the on hye Hyde not thy face from me O Lord but heare me in distresse And when I call to the for helpe graunt it wyth redines For my dayes be wasted lyke
he my reioyceynge songe eke myne only health In the dwellynges of the ryghtuouse are ioyfull reioyceynges For theyr health receyued when the Lordes powre hath done greate thynges The Lordes ryght hand gate the better the Lordes power dyd great thynges I shall not dye but lyue shewe forth goddes myghtie doynges For God hath chastened me wel brought my stoute herte lowe But yet he hath not suffered that I shoulde dye I knowe Oh open vnto me the gates of rightuousnes that I Maye enter in ther at I saye by the lordes free mercie For other wyse none can enter by any holines When I am entred in therfore to God wyll I confesse This gate I saye of fre mercie is the lordes gate therfore In at the which the rightuouse men shal enter euer more To the therfore O Lorde I wyll confesse wyth herte and mynde Because thou haste hearde me and I do in the myne health fynde For the stone that buildars caste out is made the heade corner which thynge no doubt the Lord hath done and we compt it wonder That daye therfore is it that the Lorde hath made at his wyll Let vs therfore in it reioyce and be gladde in hert styll Ah Lorde kepe me I the beseche Ah Lord I besech the Geue thou a prosperouse successe and good fortune to me To him that cometh in the Lordes name we wyshe all good thynge And luckye thynges to you that are in hys house abydynge God is the Lorde that bryngeth vs lyght of prosperitie Wherfore to the aultare couers do ye sacrifice tye Thou arte my God and vnto the wyll I confesse alwaye And the wyll I extolle for thou arte my lorde God I saye Confesse confesse vnto the Lorde for he is good I saye Confesse to him for his mercie continueth for aye The cxjx Psalme O Happie are they that do kepe of lyfe the vpright waye And that walke in the prescript path of the Lordes lawe I saye O happie are they that do kepe all the Lordes wytnesses ▪ And do seke him wyth all the herte that is in theyr brestes For such as walke Lorde in thy waies do nothynge wyckedly For thou badeste that men should kepe thy lawes diligently Oh that my wayes were guided so to kepe thy lawes aright That I were not ashamed to haue thy preceptes in syght And vnto the wyl I confesse and that vnfaynedly When I shall learne the iudgmentes of thy iustice perfectly And if thou do not forsake me but helpe thy seruant styll Wyth erneste studie shal I kepe thy decrees and thy wyll Howe should a yonge man lead his lyfe wythouten spotte or blame Namely if he should kepe it as thy worde teacheth the same But seynge that I do seke the wyth all my verie herte O Lorde do thou not suffer me from thy preceptes to sterte And seynge that I haue layed vp thy worde wythin my breste To the entent I would not do ought that thou forbyddest O Lorde thou oughtest for to haue thy prayse preached I saye Teach me thy decrees and thy lawes thy path Lorde and thy waye For all the iudgmentes of thy mouth I do vse to reherse And thy waye doeth delyte me more then all worldly riches And of thy constitutions and lawes I do reasone So do I inwardly beholde thy pathes at eche season In thyne holy decrees also my delyte do I set And wyll neuer by negligence thyne holy worde forget Shewe thou this benifite to me thy seruant that I maye Lyue and kepe thy most holy worde and my lyfe therin staye And from myne eies drawe thou the veyle that I maye once espie The wonderfull wisedome that lyeth in thy lawe secretely And when I am in a strange lande hyde not from me thy wyll For my soule doeth wonderfully desyre thy iudgmentes styll But thou rebukest the proude that they be execrable Strayeynge from thy preceptes in wayes most abhominable Remoue from me all rebuke Lorde and right so all despyte Because to kepe all thy wyttnes is myne only delyte For the verie princes consulte and speake euell agaynst me Because I reasone of such thynges as in thy decrees be And because that thy wyttenesses are myne only delyte And eke myne only consellours boeth by daye and by nyght When my soule lyeth vpō the groūde and is had in disdayne Then accordynge to thy promise refreshe thou it agayne I haue told the my busines thou gauest eare to me Wherefore to teach me thy decrees I hūbly besech the. Graunte me to knowe the waye of thy lawes and thyne ordinaunce And then to talke of thy wōders I wyl take no grenaunce For feare when I was left alone my soule is much wasted Refreshe thou me agayne therfore as thou haste promised Turne thou from me the waye of lyes inuented by mans brayne And wyth mercie set before me thy lawe that is certayne For I haue chose the certayne waye and haue therin delyght And right so haue I thy iudgmentes euer before my syght And syth I stycke to thy wyttnes and fle the waye of blame O Lorde put not thy pore seruant to vilanie or shame And after thou hast set myne herte at large in libertie In the highe waye of thy preceptes I wyll renne lustily Leade me forth Lord into the waye of thy decrees and wyll That I may walke forth in the same durynge my lyfe dayes styll Teach me to kepe thy lawe and I shall kepe it wyllyngly Leade me the path of thy preceptes for therī delyte I. Bowe downe myne herte vnto thy wyll not to auarise And from all vayne and Idle thynges lorde turne awaye myne eies Lorde make me lyuely in thy waye and graunte the thynge to me That thy worde promiseth to them that stād in feare of the. And put from me rebuke the feare wherof chaungeth my moode For thy iudgmentes Lord are vpright also passynge good Beholde thy constitutions I do desyer greatly By thy iustice do thou therfore make thy seruant lyuely Let thy gyftes and thy benifites chaunce vnto me O Lorde And eke thyne owne saluation as thy worde doeth recorde That I maye haue wordes to answere such as do on me rayle And tell them that I trust thy worde which doeth me neuer faile And from my mouth take not the worde of trueth for I tarie For thy iudgmentes and wyll obserue thy lawes eternally And I wyll walke at libertie and stand in feare of nought Because thy constitutions I haue busily sought And I wyll speake of thy wyttnes in the presence of kynges And wyll not be ashamed of so good and godly thynges And in thy preceptes which I loue I do my selfe delyte I loue to haue thyne holy lawes styll presēt in my syght And to thy preceptes which I loue Lord wyll put myne hande And wyll dispute of thy decrees and ekem thy trueth stande Be myndfull of the worde that thou spakeste to they seruant Wherwyth thou broughtest me in hope as by
a sure warrant For this is myne only solace in all my miseries That thy worde doeth me recreate in cōfortable wise And when the proude laugh me to skorne and that excedyngly Yet do not I turne frō thy lawe but walke therin dulie And when I call to memorie the mercies by the wrought From the begynnynge of the worlde they do conforte my thought But when I thyncke on the wicked that do thy lawe forsake Suche soden feare falleth on me that I tremble and quake As for me whē I am at home in my house where I dwell My delyte is to synge thy lawes and thy decrees to tell And in the nyght I am myndfull Lorde of thy blessed name And do endeuoure for to walke in thy lawe wythout blame Whyche lawe is nowe become my lawe and waye wherin to go Because I kepe thyne ordinaunce both in weale and in wooe O Lorde thus sayde I wythout fayle I sayde for a suretie That to kepe thy most holy worde is my bounden duitie Wyth all humilitie of herte I do thy face beholde Wherefore be mercifull to me as thy worde hath me tolde My wayes I haue consydered and that diligently And haue brought my fete backe agayne thy wyttnes to applye I haue hasted wythout delaye or slowthfull tariaunce That I myght kepe all thy preceptes wyth faythfull obeysaunce The cordes of the wycked haue gone about to drawe me backe But the remēbraunce of thy lawe my mynde dyd neuer lacke In the mydest of the nyght I dyd arise for to confesse To the because of the iudgmentes Lorde of thy rightuousnes And I am a companion to al that do feare the. And kepe the constitutions that thou Lord doeste decre And let myne herte be pure and cleane in thyne holy decrees Kepe myne herte cleane and I shal not take shame in any wyse My soule faynteth whylse doubtfully it doeth desyre thyne health For in thy worde haue I my truste and confidence of wealthe Myne eies haue fayled whylse I loke thy promise for tose In so much that I maye well saye when wilt thou confort me For I am nowe lyke a bottel that in smoke hath hanged Yet thy decrees and eke thy lawes I haue styll remembred Howe longe Lord shall thy seruant wayte howe longe shall he tarie When wylt thou punishe them that do vex me so cruelly The proude haue dygged me trenches caues to fall into Wherin agaynste thyne holy lawe and thy decrees they do All thy preceptes are fayth and truethe none can thys thynge deny Helpe me therfore at such tyme as they vex me vniustly They had welmost destroyed me in the lande where I dwell Yet I forsoke none of thy lawes as thou knowest full well Lord for thy mercie quicken me make me be lyuely And then the wytnes of thy mouth I shall kepe certenly Thy worde standeth Lord in heauen for euer and foraye And thy promise thorowe all tyme who makeste the earth staye And those thynges abyde to thys daye at thy commaundement For ther is nothynge that is not to the obedient And except Lord thy lawe had ben my delyte and pleasure In my distres and miserie I had perished sure Neither wyll I euer forget thy constitutions Syth by them thou dyddeste confort my lamentations And seynge that I am thyne owne to kepe me take thou thought For all thy constitutions I haue ernestly sought The wyckedmen laye wayte for me that they maye me destroy When to weygh thy testimonies I do my selfe employ I se that al thynges haue an ende though they be most perfect But thy preceptes we se to be most largely abroadeset Oh Lorde howe exceedyng great loue vnto thy lawe beare I Syth my communication is of the same dayly By thy precept thou haste made me more wise then myne enmies For that is styll all my studie and eke myne exercise I am also wiser them they that do thy seruant teache And about thy testimonies I do spend al my speache I do perpende and weygh all thynges better then men of age Because thy constitutions I kepe wythoutē rage My fete I do kepe backe from all wayes thay dole leade to vice Because I kepe thyne holy worde in my most faythfullwise I do not parte from thy iudgmentes ne go from them astraye Because thou haste prescribed me a rule and perfect waye Oh howe swete is thyne holy worde to my taste and iudgment Certes there is no swete hony can my mouth so content Out of thy constitutions I do weyghe thynges iustly And haue therfore hated eche waye that dealeth not truly Thy worde is a burnynge candle vnto thy seruantes fete So is it a lyght to my waye my pathe is lyght by it I haue sworne and wyll constantly do performe the same That I maye kepe the iudgmentes of thy iustice wythout blame I am deiect excedyngly and cast downe to the grownde Wherfore do thou refresh me lord as thy promise doeth sownde Accept thou such oblations Lorde as I frely name And enstruct me in thy iudgmentes and make me learne the same I am styll in daynger of death my lyfe is sore beset Yet do I not thyne holye lawe at any tyme forget The wycked and vngodly men haue bent a snare for me Yet from thy constitutions I swarue in no degre Thy wyttnesses are vnto me enheritaūce for aye For they are the ioyne of myne hert my cōfort and my staye I am addict to thy decrees my mynd to them I bende That I maye execute the same for euer to the ende I hate the thoughtes wherby my mynde is drawne awaye frome the But thy lawe and commaundementes are beloued of me Thou arte my suecoure and refuge my shylde and my target And in thyne holy worde myne hope is pygh surly set Departe from me ye wycked men kepe me no companie For I kepe the commandementes of my God ernestly Vnderset me wyth thy worde Lorde and I shall lyue certayne And make me not ashamed to haue hoped in vayne Establish me O Lorde and then shall I be salfe in dede And shal by the syght of thy lawes be alwaye delited Thou wylt spurne at all such as go from thy decrees astraye For theyr wyles and theyr subtiltie is founde disceyte alwaye All the wicked men of the earth lyke drosse thou doeste destroye Wherfore I loue thy wyttnesses and thy testimonie For feare of the my bodie doethe tremble excedyngly And thy iudgmentes thy seruant doeth feare moste reuerently I haue done iudgment and iustice I haue done no man wronge Geue me not vp therfore to myne oppressers that are stronge Delyte thy seruant wyth good thynges let him lacke no goodnes And suffer not such as are proude me to greue and oppresse Myne eies haue fayled whylse I loke for thyne health doubtfully And for thy rightuouse promise that thou madeste certenly Accordynge to thy greate goodnes Lorde deale wyth thy seruant And enstruct me in thy decrees and eke thy conuenaunte I
or do once nodde Tyll I fynde a place for the Lorde and house for Iacobs God Him haue we hearde in Ephrata there haue we heard his sounde And in the fieldes of wyldernes present we haue him founde Go we therfor to his dwellynges throne where he doeth sitte And let vs fall downe and worshyp the stole vnder his fete Arise O Lorde thou that shalt come into thy quiete reste Arise thou I saye and let the arcke of thy powre be preste Let thy priestes put on rightuousenes let thy good men synge And for thy seruant Dauids sake saye not naye to thy kynge The Lorde sware trueth vnto Dauid and wyll it not denie That he would set vpon his throne some fruite of his bealy If thy sonnes shal kepe my comnaunt and lawes that I shall teache Theyr sonnes also shall weare the crowne so longe as tyme doeth reache For the Lorde hath chosen Sion to be his seate sayeinge This is myne euerlastynge rest here shall be my dwellynge For I haue chosen hir and wyll geue hir vitailes plentie And wyth breade wyll I fede hir pore and them all satisfie Hir priestes I wyll indue wyth health they shall be in salftie And the good mē that dwel in hir shal synge reioyceyngly In hir wyll I make Dauids horne his power for to springe And in hir I haue prepared a candle for my kynge Whose enimies I wil endue wyth rebuke and wyth shame But vpon him shall aye florish his crowne diadeame The .cxxxiij. Psalme BEhold howe good a thynge it is howe pleasaunt to see If brothers can dwell togither in all pointes agree It is lyke as if good oyntmēt that smelleth moste swetely Beynge shed on the heade should drope on the bearde by and by The beard I saye of the hygh priest that was named Aharon And should drope on the cape of the garmentes that he had on Lyke the dewe of mounte Hermon that on Sions hille doeth falle Where the Lorde bade blessynge should be and lyfe sempiternall The .cxxxiiij. Psalme BEholde ye seruantes of the Lorde preach ye the Lorde of myght All ye I saye that stande present in the Lordes house by nyght Lyfte vp your handes wyth holines towarde his sanctuarie And preach the Lord shewe forth hys prayse and eke hys greate mercie The Lorde geue the out of Sion welth felicitie The Lorde I saye that made the earth and eke the heauen hye The .cxxxv. Psalme OH ye that be the Lordes seruātes prayse his name without staye Al ye that stāde in the Lordes house our goddes courtes I saye Prayse God for whye the Lord is good syng vnto his name For it is full pleasaunt and good wherfore prayse ye the same For God hath chosen vnto hym Iacob Israell To be hys people and hys flocke thys do I knowe right well For I knowe that the lorde is greate and doeth all goddes excell And doeth all thynges at hys pleasure in heauen earth and in hell Frō al the borders of the earth he draweth vp clowdes I knowe He turneth lyghtnynges into rayne and maketh the wyndes blowe He strake and slewe all the fyrste borne aswell of man as beaste That were of the frye of Egypt where his flocke was oppreste He sent forth signes and eke wōders amyd Thegyptians lande So dyd he to kynge Pharao wyth all his garde or band Manye and sundrye nations he dyd also destroye So dyd he kyll right many kynges moste puisaunt and myghtie He destroyed Sichon himselfe the kynge of Amorrites And Og kynge of Basan wyth all kyngdomes of Chananites And he gaue theyr enheritaunce theyr byrthright I saye To his people that it myght be theyr heritage for aye O Lorde thy name is eternall so is thy memorie Thou shalt neuer be forgotten thy name shall neuer die For the Lorde shall iudge his people he shall reuenge theyr wronge And from his flocke he shall returne wyth a reioyceynge songe The Images of the heathen are of gould and syluer The worcke that mans hand hath brought forth and molten togither For they haue mouthes and do not speake and eies and do not see So haue they eares and do not heare suche worthy thynges they be They haue a nose yet in theyr mouth ther is no breath at all They haue no breath to speake to such as do vpon them call Lyke whom all such men shall be made as do make them certayne And so shall they that put theyr trust in thynges that are so vayne Ye house of Israell I saye preach ye the Lorde therfore And ye house and stocke of Aharon preache the Lorde euer more Ye house and kynred of Leuie ye priestlye nation Preache ye the Lorde O ye that feare the Lorde preach hym eche one The Lorde that hath hys dwellynge in Ierusalem for aye Must haue his prayse out of Sion prayse ye the Lorde I saye The .cxxxvj. Psalme COnfesse confesse vnto the Lorde for he is good I saye Confesse to him for hys goodnes continueth for aye Confesse vnto the God of goddes whose goodnes doeth styll laste Confesse vnto the Lord of lordes whose mercie is not paste Because hys goodnes hath no ende he doeth wonders alone· And by hys wisedome he hath made the heauens euerychone Because his mercie is endlesse he hath lyfted vp grownde Aboue the waters hath made two lyghtes boeth greate and rownde Because hys goodnes hath no ende he made the sunne so bryght To rule the daye eke the mone starres to rule the nyght Because his mercie is endlesse he slewe the fyrste borne all Of the Egyptians and brought Israell out of thralle Because his goodnes hath none ende he dyd this wyth greate myght And wyth an arme that was styfly stretched out in theyr syght Because hys mercie is endlesse he dyd the red sea slyt In sunder and brought Israell salfe and sounde thorowe it Because hys goodnes hath none ende he drowned Pharao ▪ Subuertynge hym in the red sea and hys armie also Because hys mercie is endlesse he led through desert lande His owne people and slewe greate kynges that dyd hys flocke wythstande Because his goodnes hath none ende he slewe kynges moste myghtie Sichon hym selfe that was the kynge of Thamorrites Citie Because hys mercie is endlesse he slewe Og Basans kynge And gaue theyr lande heritage from them and theyr of sprynge Because hys goodnes hath none ende he gaue Ogges lande I saye Vnto hys seruaunt Israell for euer and for aye Because hys mercies endlesse he had vs remembred At such tyme as we were but vyle and were sore oppressed Because hys goodnes hath none ende he hath set vs all cleare From them that were oure enimies as well far of as nere Because hys mercie is endelesse he doeth all beastes feede And geueth to eche lyueynge thynge suche fode as it doeth nede Confesse confesse I saye vnto the God celestiall Whose bountifull goodnes shall laste and be sempiternall The
let the man that hath muche talke haue no sure dwellynge place And let euell huntte the violent tyll he falle on hys face I knowe that in the abiectes cause the Lorde wyll do iudgment And wyll reuenge theyr cause that be boeth pore and impotent Certes the iuste men wyll confesse and acknowledge thy name· And the good men shall styll abyde in thy syght wythout blame The .cxli. Psalme O Lorde vpon the do I cal wherfore haste the to me And with thyne eares receyue my voyce when I do to the crye Lorde let my prayar stande instede of incense in thy syght And the lyftynge vp of myne handes for sacrifice at nyght O Lorde appoynte thou to my mouth a garde and custodie And a thynge that maye kepe the dore of my lyppes in saftie Do not enclyne or bowe myne herte to any wycked thynge Leste by wycked mens helpe I do thynges therto belongeynge Neiter do thou suffer me Lord to vse theyr deyntye thynges Nor to be geuen to theyr waste and to their bancketynges Let the iust stryke me wyth good wyll and tell me of my misse Let not myne heade refuse oyntment that most preciouse is For so shall I remayne and praye for them that my foes be Whylse they imagyne inuent all yll thynges agaynst me Let theyr iudges be sent downe by stonie places and neare My wordes for they shall be pleasaūt full of hertie chere Our bones are scattered nygh death and the mouth of the graue Lyke as where one hath clouen wodde or dygged vp a caue But vnto the O Lorde O Lorde myne eies do I styll caste ▪ And haue my trust in the wherefore turne not my soule to waste Kepe me that I fal not into the snare they sored for nie Neither into the snares or gynes of men that wycked be And let the vngodly and the wycked fall togyther Into theyr owne nettes but let me walke on styll yet further The .cxlij. Psalme WYth my voyce moste hertie wordes to the Lorde wyll I crye And wyth my voyce also I wyll praye to him busily In his presence I wyll poure out my wordes and tell my mynde And wyll open to hym all the dainger that doeth me bynde And when the spirite that is in me doeth faynte for verie wo ▪ Then doest thou knowe my path that they hyd esnares where I go When I do loke on the ryght syde no guide there do I see All wayes to scape are closed vp none taketh thought formuch Wherefore O Lorde I crie to the and on this wyse I saye Thou art myne helpe and portion emonge them that lyue aye Geue eare and hearcken to my crie for I am pore in dede And set me fre from them that haue agaynst me preuayled Rydde me I saye from them that be my persecutours fell ▪ And leade my soule out of prisone wherin they do me quell That I may acknowledge thy name and that the iuste maye be Full of ioye for the benifites that thou haste shewed me The .cxliij. Psalme LOrde heare my supplication and perceyue my desyre And for thy trueth and thy iustice graunt that I do requyre Lorde enter not wyth thy seruant into iudgment and right For no lyueynge man can be founde that is iuste in thy syght For the enmie doeth persecute my soule most cruelly And hath dashed my lyfe agaynst the groūd most spytefully And into dearcke places he hath thruste me headlonge also Euen as I were lyke to the men that were deade longe ago And my spyrite wythin me doeth faynte doeth begyne to sayle And myne herte wythin my bodie is striken wyth meruayle Yet do I calle to memorie the tymes that earste haue ben And to comment and treate of al thy deedes I do begynne I do cōment and speake I saye of all that thou haste done And of the worcke of thyne handes Lorde I do talke and reasone Myne handes I haue opened to the and lyfte them vp on hye And my soule doeth wishe after the as the earth that is drye O Lorde do thou heare me shortlye and graunt me my request For my sprite is allredy faynte and fayleth in my breaste vnto the synge For God geueth health vnto kynges and hath deliuered Hys seruant Dauid from the swerde that would haue him kylled Deliuer me and set me free from strayngers powre and myght Whose mouth speaketh vayne thynges and eke theyr hande do nothynge right That in theyr youth oure sonnes maye sprynge and growe vp lyke yonge trees And our daughters lyke embossementes decked lyke palaices And let our store houses be full yeldynge vitayle for aye And our ewes yeane eleauen thousande in our streates and highwaye Let our oxen learne to labour let not our walles fall downe Let ther be none exyle of men nor out crye in our towne That people is happye and bleste that lyueth in this sorte Bleste is the people whose God is the Lorde of all confort The .cxlv. Psalme OH thou that arte my God kynge I wyll the magnifie And thyne holy name wil I preach tyme out of memorie I wyll preach the dayly I saye my worckes shall do the same And wythout ende of tyme I wyll prayse thy moste holy name Greate is the Lorde and most worthy of all prayse wythout doubt Whose magnitude is such that it can not be searched out Al tymes doe prayse thy worckes O Lord they are allwaye praysed And right so are thy noble actes euermore declared I wyll talke of the decore of thy maiesties glorie And of the thynges that thy handes haue wrought so wonderfully The strength of thy wonderfull worckes men shall declare and preache And thy magnitude and greatnes I wyll declare and teache The memorie of thy goodnes passeynge great mercie Men shall brynge forth and celebrate thy iustice merily The Lorde is good and mercifull and also patient Not hastie to be reuenged but to much mercie bent Towardes all men is the Lord right good none can this thynge denye And vpon all hys hādye worckes he sheweth his mercie All the worckes of thyne holy hādes Lord do to the confesse And men that be thy loueynge frendes do the preach and wytnes The maiestie of thy kyngdome men do declare and preache And of thy strength and fortitude they do frame all their speache That vnto men they maye expounde thy doynges so mightie And eke the maiestie of all thy noble imperie Thy kyngdome is sempiternall it had no begynnynge And thy rule lasteth through all tymes and shall haue no endynge All that are lyke to falle the Lorde doeth holde vp and sustayne And such as are alredie downe he lyfteth vp agayne The eies of all thynges loke on the and do thy wyll abyde And thou doeste geue them theyr due foode in theyr due tyme and tyde Thyne hand thou settest wyde vpon and doest full satisfie The appetite of all the thynges that lyue vnder the skye The Lorde is iuste in all hys wayes vniustly doeth
of Apostles do praise the So do the number of prophetes that so prayse worthy be The noble armie of martyrs prayse the wyth theyr wytnes And the holy church through the worlde doeth the alwaye confesse They do confesse the father of infinite maiestie Wyth thyne honourable and true sonne whome thou haste onlye The holye goste the confortoure they do also confesse And thou O Christe arte the kyng of glorie that is endlesse Thou arte the euerlastynge sonne of the father certayne Who to deliuer man dydste not the virgynes wombe disdayne When thou hadste ouercome the stynge of death thou dydste open Vnto all faythfull beleuers the kyngdome of heauen Thou sytest at the ryght hande of God in thy fathers glorie And to come thense to iudge thou arte loked for certenly To helpe thy pore seruantes therfore we humbly besech the Whom wyth thy preciouse bloude thou haste redemed and made free Cause thou them to be numbered and had in memorie Wyth thy chosen and holy saynctes in eternall glorie Lorde make thou thyne owne people salfe blesse thyne enheritaunce Gouerne them and set them on hye do them euer aduaunce We do dayly blesse prayse the we prayse thy name I saye From tyme to tyme for euermore from age to age for aye Vouchesafe O Lorde this daye to kepe thy seruantes from all synne To take mercie on vs O Lorde to take mercie begyne Shewe thy mercie on vs O Lorde let it vpon vs be As we haue put our cōfidēce only trust in y◠I haue trusted in the O Lord in the haue I trusted Graunt therfore Lorde that thy seruaūt be neuer confounded Quicumque vult c. Athanatius WHo so wylbe saued muste kepe before all other thynge The Catholycke cōmune fayth that of the trueth doeth sprynge Which fayth vnlesse a man do kepe whole and vndefiled No doubt he shall for euer more perishe and be dampned And the fayth catholycke is this that we worshippe truly One God in three persons the same three in vnitie And that neither confoundynge the persons makynge them one Nor yet diuidyng the substaunce that is but one alone For the father and sonne are two distynct persons in dede And frō thē boeth the holy goste is also diuided Yet of these three persons ther is but one diuinitie Equale glorie in lyke sorte eternal maiestie For loke what one the father is the sonne is of that sorte And right so is the holy goste the authour of conforte The father is in create was neuer made certayne No more was sonne nor holy goste that togither do reygne The father is immense and can neuer be measured So are the sonne holy goste immense not conteyned The father is eternall and had neuer begynynge So are the sonne and holye goste and shall haue no endynge Yet are there not three eternall wyth outen begynnynge But only one eternall God that shall haue no endynge Euen as there be not three vnmade nor three vnmeasured But one God that was neuer made and one vnconteyned In lyke maner the father is euermore almightie So are the sonne and holye goste in theyr diuinitie Yet are ther not three in substaunce that be omnipotent But one only almyghtie God that hath the regiment The father is God and so is his only sōne also Wyth the holy goste yet not three but one God and no moe So is euerie one of them Lorde by hym selfe alone Yet are they not three Lordes I saye they are all three but one For as trueth causeth vs to calle eche persone God and Lorde So to calle thē three goddes or lordes doeth not ther wyth accorde The father hath not bene made nor created of any Neyther be gotte at any tyme the trueth to testifie The only sonne of the father commeth frō hym only Not made neither created but begote eternally And from the father and the sonne the holy goste doeth springe ▪ Not made create neither begote but only procedynge One father and not three therfore we acknowledge to be One sonne and eke one holy goste we cōfesse and not three And in this holy trinitie ther is no thynge in dede That in tyme is more auncient or else that doeth succede There is nothynge greater or lesse but the three persons all Are of lyke tyme and are also emonge them selues equale So that in all poyntes as is sayde boeth one in trinitie And also three muste be worshypt in one sole vnitie Whoso euer therfore wyll be saued eternally ▪ Let not the same fayle for to thyncke thus of the trinitie It is also necessarie vnto saluation That he beleue most stedfastly Christes incarnation The vpright fayth therfore is to beleue and to confesse That our Lorde Iesu Christe goddes sonne is God and man doubtlesse God of hys fathers substaunce and gote ere the worlde began And borne in the worlde he is of his mothers substaūce man He is perfect God in substaunce so is he perfect man Consistynge of a reasonable soule and of flesh humane He is equale wyth hys father touchynge diuinitie ▪ But hys fathers inferiour in hys humanitie Who though he be boeth God and man yet is he neuer twayne But one only Lorde Iesus Christ boeth God and man certayne One not by turnynge the godheade into mans vile nature But by takeynge humanitie vnto the godheade pure In conclusion he is one not by confution Of the substaunce but by the vnitie of the persone For as the reasonable soule and flesh are one man only So is God man but one Christ the trueth to testifie Who suffryng for our health went downe to the sprites infernall And the thyrde daye he rose agayne from emonge dead men all He went vp to heauens and sytteth at his fathers ryght hande Whense he shall come to iudge boeth quicke and deade by sea and lande At whose comeynge all men muste rise agayne in theyr bodies And geue a compt of theyr owne dedes and that in moste strayte wyse And suche as haue done well shall go into lyfe eternall But the euell doars shall into eternall fyer fall This is the commune fayth which muste be firmely beleued Of all suche men as certenly do truste to be saued Glorie be to God the father the sonne and holy goste As hath bene is and eke shal be tyll mynde of tyme be loste FINIS