scourge them whose maiestie hath endured from the beginynge Selah For they change nat them self nor yet feare they god He hath layde handes vpon my frendes he hath brokeÌ„ promyse which he made with them Their mouthes are as softe as butter and in their herte nourisshe they battayle their wordes ar more smothe plesante than oyle and yet are the same wordes as harde as sharpe as dartes Cast thy carefull heuynes vpon the lorde and he shall ease the he shall nat suffre a rightwisman to slyde to fall for euer Uerily thou god shalte thruste downe these blodye deceytfull men into their graues tombes all redy made for them they shall nat bringe their dayes to halfe their age but I shall truste in the. The argument into the .lvi. Psal. ¶ In this psalme Dauid maketh mencion of the desyer of goddes helpe beynge in perell with Achis the philystene kynge of Gathi The title of this Psal. The songe of Dauid coÌ„mitted to the chauÌ„ter to be songe of a doÌ„me doue fleynge farre a waye that is to saye of Dauid whan the philystens had taken him in Gathis The storie is .i. Reg. xxi MIserexe mei Haue mercy vpoÌ„ me oh god for man hath almost deuoted me with coÌ„tynuall battayle he hath all to broken me My dayly awayte layers haue swalowed me vp there ar many surely that fight agaynst me oh right hygh god But whan feare brought me into a straynte I trusted in the. I remembred the promyse of god withe prayse and trusted in god wherfore I fered nat what so euer mortall man coulde do to me What so euer I beganne they enuyed it daily all their study was bente to do me a mischef they were gathered togither and laide awayt for me they obserued my fete and gaped to catche my soule By their shrewdnes they trusted theym selfe to escape all daunger but it is god that throweth downe people Thou canste well tell howe ofte I haue fled and as for my teares thou hast put them vp into thy bottell that is to saye into thy boke Whan I shall call vpon the my enemyes shall go backe by whiche thynge I maye knowe that god standeth on my parte With prayse shall I remembre the worde of god with praise shall I remeÌ„bre the promyse of the lorde In god shall I truste and so shall I nat feare what so euer man maye do to me I shal make my vowes vnto the oh god vnto the shall I gyue prayses For thou wylte delyuer my soule from deth and my fete surely from slydynge that I myghte walke before the in the lyuely lyght The tytle shall declare the Psalme ¶ The songe of Dauyd called Ne pardas that is to saye destroye him nat whan he fledde from Saule iÌ„to a certayne denne The storie is red the first of the kynges the .xxii. and .xxiiii. MIserere mei Haue mercy vpoÌ„ me oh god haue mercye vpon me for my soule hath coÌ„mitted her selfe vnto thi ê“teccion I crye vnder thy winges to be defended vntyll this vyoleÌ„t blast be ouerblowen I shall call vpon the high god eueÌ„ god which fynisheth all thiÌ„gê for me He shall sende down from heuen to saue me and shall caste him in to opprobrye that wolde spyll me Selah He shall sende downe his mercy and his trouth My soule is in the myddes of lyons I dwell amonge men which are a fyer whose teth are speares and arowes and their tonge is a sharpe swerde Lyfte vp thy self oh god aboue heueÌ„s lyfte vp thy glorioê° beaute aboue all the erthe They layde a nette for my fete this man depressed my soule they dygged vp a pytfal for me they theyr selues fell into it Selah My herte is well set o god my herte is well set I shall synge and prayse My tonge be thou stered vp stryke vp ye fydels harpes I shall siÌ„ge very erly I shall magnifye the amonge the people lorde I shall loue the amoÌ„ge the hethen Thy mercy is so great that it recheth vp to the heuens thy trewe faithfulnesse lyfteth her self vp vnto the cloudes Lyfte vp thy selfe oh god aboue the heuens and extolle thy beautifull glorye aboue all the erth The argument into the .lviii. Psal. ¶ This psalme is an inuectyue agaynst the flaterers of Saule thorowe the punysshmente of whom he prophesyeth the rightwyse to be meruelously made glad The tytle The songe of Dauid coÌ„mitted to the chauÌ„ter to be played vpoÌ„ the orgayns which song was called Ne perdas SI vere vtique iusti Do ye pronouÌ„ce truly o counsell that that right is do ye iuge right amonge the mortall men No verily ye rather paynte and conceyue wyckednes in your mynde and for equite your handes way violent wroÌ„ges in the erth These vngodly are reprobate persons eueÌ„ from their mothers wombe they are nowe strayed frome the right way ye and that from theyr birth They beare venome in them lyke a serpente euen lyke the deffe Aspes whan she stopped her eares Because she wolde nat heare the voyce of the enchanters or of the charmer that well can enchaunte O god distroye the tethe of the mouth of these men euen the wange tethe of these lyons breke thou oh lorde Let them synke awaye lyke water and lette them be a marke vpon the which arowes sent out of a stronge bowe are all to broken Let them be dried vp lyke a snaile in her shell and lyke a chylde borne before the tyme whiche neuer se sonne Let them be taken away lyke a yong thorne before it be growen into a tree before their myschefe be rype and sharpe take them away with thy sodayn iÌ„dignation The right wyse shall reioyse whan he consydereth this vengeaunce shall wasshe his fete in the blode of the vngodly And thaÌ„ the people shall saye verily the fruite of the rightwismaÌ„ abydeth him for surely that is god iugynge in the erth The argument in to the .lix. Psal. ¶ In this Psal. Dauid desyreth helpe against his aduersaries The tytle of this Psal. The songe of Dauid called Ne perdas whan Saule seÌ„t vnto his house to obserue to espy hiÌ„ to the entente he wolde haue slayne him Thistorie is in the fyrst of the Kynges cap. xix ERipe me de inimi Deliuer me froÌ„ myne enemies my god take me froÌ„ these that ryse agaynst me Delyuer me from these men which ar all gyuen vnto mischef saue me from these blodsheders For lo they laye awayte for my lyfe there are come togither agaiÌ„st me stroÌ„ge and boystous men yet o lorde no faute haue I made them They raÌ„ne vpon me and ar nowe bent to distroye me gyltles aryse to socour me beholde And thou lorde god of hostes the god of Israell awake that all nacions maye knowe the be thou nat mercyfull to all men that ar agaiÌ„st the eueÌ„ of a wiked purpos Selah They roÌ„ne about here there in yâ— night huntynge yellynge lyke dogges for me ye they seke all the
that fled vnto me Make fast my steppê I pray the in thi pathes lest my fete slyde Upon yâ— I call for thou art wonte to here me o god laye thyn eare to me heare me speke Declare thy excellent mercy which arte wonte to saue me trusting iÌ„ the froÌ„ the risers againste thy right hande Kepe me euen as the aple of thin eye hyde me as though I were vnder the shadow of thy wynges Hyde me froÌ„ the violeÌ„t vngodly hyde me froÌ„ my enemies closynge me in to take awaye my lyfe Whiche haue their preuy riches speke proudly with their mouthes Nowe lay they a wayte at our steppê theyr eyes haue they fastned vpoÌ„ vs to espie if thei may at any tyme cast vs to the grouÌ„d He lyeth beÌ„t lyke a lyon eueÌ„ flat downe for his praye to be deuoured he lurked lyke the yonge lyon in his priuy deÌ„ne Arise lord preueÌ„t him cast him downe delyuer my soule froÌ„ the vngodly whoÌ„ thou vsest for the swerde Delyuer vs froÌ„ these mortall meÌ„ which are thy haÌ„de wherw t thou smitest euen the mortall meÌ„ addict to this worlde Which desyer their ê‘te in this preseÌ„t lyfe to haue their beles fylled with thy treasure and their chyldreÌ„ to haue ynough also to leue to their neuewes But I armed with thy ryghtwysnes shall beholde thy face and shal be satisfyed whaÌ„ I shal vpwake arisynge in the beauteous symilitude The argumeÌ„t in to the xviii ps ¶ This psalme is a noble vyctoriouse songe in the which Dauid first declareth his feruente trust in god Than he expresseth with how greuous yuels he was oppressed afterward he sheweth the power of god and his wyll toward him and that by the discription of a great tempeste he sheweth his delyueraunce his innocency goddes iugementes agaynst all men his great vyctory of his enemyes the meruelous encrease of his kyngdome his power for euer confyrmed at laste concludyng the Psal. with a prayse and prophecye of Christe Rede thistorye of Dauid in the two fyrste bokes of kynges The tytle The songe of Dauid the seruaunt of the lord whiche song this praise to the lorde whan nowe â—horow the lorde he hauynge the victorye escaped the handes of Saul and of all his ennemies DIligam te To thy mercye shall I cleue lorde which art my streÌ„gth The lorde is my rocke of stone my bulwarke my delyuerer my god my defender vnto whose faithfulnes I betake my selfe my childe my sauynge power my refuge I magnifyed and worshypped the lord so was I saued fro my enemies Dedly anguysshe inuaded me and the soden rysynges lyke a rosynge flode of these men of perdicyon assailed me The strayght helly ieopardes closed me iÌ„ the snares of deth hampred me But while I was in this strait I called vpon the lord I cryed vnto my god and he harde my voyce in his kingê hall my cryeng came vp to his eares For the erth was moued and treÌ„bled the fete of the hylles staggard and were smytten all to pouder for he was angry Smoke asceÌ„ded as ye wold saye into his nostrels fyer deuouringe all thinges flewe out of his mouth he spouted forth burnynge coles He lefte the heuens came downe a derke cloude was vnder hys fete He rydeth vpon a swyfte foule flieth borne with the winges of the wynde He made hiÌ„ a preuye closet powring darkenesse rounde about his tabernacle congeliÌ„ge ther vnto blacke waters into thycke cloudes But at his shyninge presence these derke cloudê vanished awaye agayne with haile stones and fyry thunder boltes The lorde thundred in the heuens the most hyghest sente forthe his voyce with hayle stones and fyry thuÌ„dreboltes He cast forth his arowes threwe theÌ„ doune he sent forth moche lyghtnynge cast them into gret feare Whyles thou thretenest blamest oh lorde blowing forth thy wynde the holowe bankes of the floudes ar sene vnder drye the foundations of the worlde stande naked He put downe hys hande from aboue and toke me vp he drewe me out of moche waters He delyuered me from mighty enemies and froÌ„ my haters for they preuayled agaynst me He preuented me beynge in ieoperdye with hys helpe the lorde was my socour He led me forth and set me at large he defended me bycause he fauoured me The lorde gaue me after my ryght dealynge and rewarded me accordynge vnto the purenes of my handê I obserued verily the wayes of the lord fell nat vngodlely fro my god For I had all his decrees before myn eyes I dyd nat thruste awaye his lawe fro me I behaued my self purely ê‘fitly toward him toke gret hede lest I shuld coÌ„mit any yuell thiÌ„ge And the lord hath rewarded my right dealynge the purenes of my handê which he aproueth For thou art holy to the holy man offrest thy selfe pure to the pure man With the pure innoceÌ„t thou dealest pure innocently with the shrewde maÌ„ thou playest the ouer whart Thou hast veryly saued thy pore oppressed people hast cast down men that loke alofte Thou lorde hast lightened my caÌ„del my god hath put away my derkenes with his lyght Thorow the haue I broken the hole raye of the batayle thorow my god I ouerlept the walles God is he whose dedes are pure and parfyte the wordes of the lorde are purifyed and tried lyke as with fyer he is a buckler to all that truste in him For who is god but the lorde who is a defender but our god Euen the same god whiche hathe decked endued me with a lordely power hath furthered my waye spedely He hath made my fete as light as the fete of gotes and hath made me to ouerronne placê were they neuer so hygh He hath exercysed and accustomed my handes with batayle hath made me to breke bowes of stele with my armes Thou hast defended me with thy sauynge shylde bukler and thy right hande stayed me thy fauorable geÌ„tylnes made me to haue the ouerhaÌ„de of my enemyes Thou dydest hedge in my waye that I myght go frelye therin so that my heles shulde nat slyde I folowed vpoÌ„ my enemies toke theÌ„ neuer turned vntyll I had slayne them I slewe them for they might nat stande in my handes they were throweÌ„ downe vnder my fete Thou hast taught me to fyghte ye and that with a puyssaunte power and as manye as rose agaynste me thou haste thruste them vnder me Thou broughtest it so to passe that myne enemyes were fayne to turne their backes and I made them awaye that hated me They cryed but there was no man to kepe them they cryed to the lorde but he answered them nat I knocked theym togyther as small as dust layed redy for the wynde I trode theÌ„ as small as dyrte of the streates Thou hast delyuered me from this chydynge contentyouse people and haste made me ruler ouer the gentyles the folke of whoÌ„ I had lytell knowlege serued me As sone
was holpen wherfore my hert reioyseth and I shall magnifye hiÌ„ in my soÌ„ge The lord is their streÌ„gth and a sauiÌ„ge power to ê‘serue his anoynted Saue thy people do good to thy heritage fede and gouerne theÌ„ and lyft them vp for euermore The argumente in to the .xxix. psalme ¶ This is a praise iÌ„ the which Dauid magnifyeth god for his power vertue whiche he declareth by thunder other heuenly tempestes Also he reioyseth of his benifycence shewed vpon his people of Israhell AFferte dnÌ„o Giue vnto the lorde ye that excell in mighty power gyue ye vnto the lorde honour and the prayse of his power Gyue the lorde worshippe worthy his name honour the lorde in his holy kinges halle The voyce of the lorde is in the watery cloudes God whose maiestye is to be feared withe reuerence thundreth the lorde is declared vpoÌ„ gret waters The voyce of the lorde is passyng stroÌ„ge the voyce of the lorde is full of maiesty The voyce of the lorde smyteh togither ceder trees the lorde breketh togither the ceders of Libany He maketh the mountaynes of Libany Hierion to leape togither lyke calues they ronne togither lyke the calues of vnycornes The voyce of the lorde casteth cutteth forth fyrye lyghteninges The voyce of the lorde maketh the desert to quake the lorde made euen the deserte of Kades to tremble The voice of the lorde maketh hartes does to grone to bray vncouereth the thicke wodes whiche all maketh for his praise to be said in his teÌ„ple The lorde ruleth ouer the vnyuersall flode the lorde there kepeth resydens a kynge euerlastyng The lorde mynistreth strength to his people the lorde is benefyciall to his people gyueng them prosperous peace The argument in to .xxx. Psal. ¶ In this psalme Dauyd gyueth thankes for his helth restored whervpon he declareth with a depe afflycte the goodnes of god which seÌ„deth aduersyte to his chosen for a good ende whiche is but an hour in respecte to the ioyes euerlastiÌ„g here he maketh protestation that he desyreth nat longe lyfe but only to maynteyne and to encrese tho thynges which make for goddes glorye and the helth of his sayntes The tytle of the Psal. A songe or a dytie songe and played in the dedication of Dauides house EXaltabo te domine I shall exalte the lorde for thou hast axalted me and hast nat made my enemyes to reioyse vpon me Oh lorde my god I haue called vpon the and thou hast healed me Lorde thou haste led my soule forth of my graue thou hast restored my lyfe lest I shulde haue gone downe into the pitte Ye sayntes of the lorde synge vnto him a prayse and se that ye sprede his holye memoriall For it is but a momeÌ„t that his wrath endureth but longe is the lyfe yâ— cometh of his beneuolence Wepyng and waylynge cometh in at the euen tyde but anon after gladnes ariseth with the mornynge Whan all thynges were prosperous aboute me I thought with my selue that I shulde neuer slyde Lorde of thy good wyll thou stablysshedest my kyngdome lyke an hyll for as sone as thou haddest turned away thy face I was astoÌ„ned and troubled The lorde called I vpon to the lorde dyd I make my prayer I sayd with my selfe what profyteth my lyfe yf I be putte nowe in to my graue shall the duste of my carcasse magnifye yâ— or yet declare thy faythfulnes Here lorde and haue mercy vpon me lorde be thou my helpe Thou haste turned my mournynge in to ioye thou hast shaken me out of my mournynge sacke clothed me with gladnes Wherfore my tonge shall synge thy prayse and shall nat cease lorde my god I shall magnifye the with prayse into euerlastynge The argument in to the .xxxi. Psal. ¶ In this Psalme Dauid sheweth by what thynges he stablysshed his hope what he desyred of what thynges he complayned and in what state he was and mynde whan he was compassed in of Saules hoste in the deserte of Maon whaÌ„ he for anguysh of mynde he sought flyghtes but al in vayne After this he moueth vs to consyder the meruaylous goodnes of god agaynste euery man that feared him and exhorteth to seke the knowlege of god which may nat forsake any that depende vpon him IN te domine sperauâ— In the Oh lorde hauâ— I trusted lette me neuer be shamed for thy ryghtwysenes sake delyuer me Bowe down thyne eare vnto 〈◊〉 spede yâ— to delyuer me be thou my stonye rocke where vpon I myght sit fast be thou my stroÌ„ge defeÌ„ced castell wherin thou maist pÌ„serue me For thou art my rocke my bulwarke wherfore lede thou me forth for thy names sake and take the charge of me Lede me forth of the netâ—e whiche they haue set so pryuely for me for thou arte my strength I betake my spiryte into thy handes for thou shalt redeme me lorde my god which kepest true promyse at al tymes I hated these vaine witches obseruynge inchauntementes for I cleued and trusted to the lord I shall ioye and reioyse vpon thy mercy for thou hast loked vpon my affliction and hast knowen my soule beynge in anguisshe Neither hast thou shyt me vp in the handes of my enemyes but hast set my fete at large Haue mercy vpon me for anguisshe and tribulation are come vpon me my face soule body ar wasted away for anger My lyfe is brokeÌ„ sore with sykenesse and my yeres with sorowfull sighes my streÌ„gth is wasted for sorowe of miÌ„de beholdyng thyngê amysse my bones wer coÌ„sumed I was reuyled of all my aduersares and chefly of myne owne neyghbours myne owne famyliare acquayntance abhorred and feared me and they that se me anon renue forth at dores fro me I fell from their hertes clene forgoten as one that hadde bene ded I was as a thinge all for lorne For I herde great offences put vpon me ye and that of many men fere closed me about whan they toke their couÌ„sel togider agaynst me for they couÌ„selled craftely to take awaye my lyfe But I trusted in the O lorde I sayd that thou arte my god The tyme of my age is in thy hande delyuer me froÌ„ the haÌ„de of myn enemyes euen from theÌ„ which persecute me Lette thy presens shyne vpon thy seruant saue me for thy mercyes sake Lorde suffre me nat to be shamed for I haue called vpoÌ„ the let the vngodly be shamed and be nombred with theÌ„ that cease iÌ„ their graues Let their liynge mouthes be made domme which speke proude thynges arrogantly with dyspite agaynst the rightwysmaÌ„ Oh how bounteous are tho good thinges whiche thou hast layde vp in store for thy worshyppers ye the whiche thou hast done all redy to them whiche commytte them selues to thy faythfull promyse ye and that before all mortall men Thou kepest them from the stomblyng stockes of these proude men and hydest them priuely before the thou hydest them in thy tabernacle froÌ„ their sclaunderous tongê Praysed be the lorde
brekynge in no roÌ„nynge out no out criynge in our stretes Happy is that people with whom it goeth thus happy is that people which holdeth the lorde for their god The argument into the C.xlv Ps. ¶ In this Psal. Dauid declareth the mercy of god to be so poured forth into euery maÌ„ that all thynges do prayse and magnifye it but chefely the faythfull men whiche are moste plentuously fylled with it The tytle The hymme of Dauid EXaltabo I shall extoll the god o kynge and shall publyshe thy name thorowout all the worlde Contynually shall I magnifye prayse thy name throwout all the worldes Great is the lorde worthy moche prayse his greatnes can nat be serched FroÌ„ age to age thy workes shal be praysed and they shal declare thy noble actes All my mynde shall be ernestly set at all tymes to declare thy cleare and glorious fame and also to publishe thy meruelous dedes Men shal speke forth the mighty power of thy myracles and I shall put them in mynde of thy myght Men shall shewe forthe the memoriall of thy plentuous mercy and shall ioyfully tryumphe of thy ryghtwysnes The lorde is fauorable bente vnto mercy slowe vnto wrathe and of plentuouse goodnes Gentle is the lorde vnto al meÌ„ and his mercyable gentelnes swimming ouer all his workes All thy workes shall magnifye the and thy mercy shal declare thy selfe Men shall preache the beautefull glorye of thy kyngdome and shall extoll thy dedes with wordes That they myght certifye and shewe meÌ„ his noble actes his glorie his clearnes Thy kyngdome is a kyngdome in to all worldes and thy power is a power thorowe out all ages The lorde stayeth who so euer slydeth and as many as are thrust downe he lyfteth vp agayne The eyes of all thynges loke vp wayte vpon the and thou gauest them meate in tyme. Thou openest thy hande satisfyest all thyngê lyuyng for thy goodwyll Ryghtwyse is the lorde in all his waye he is good in all his dedes Present is the lorde to as many as call vpon him to as many as call vpon him of true belefe To them that feare him he maketh all thinges acceptable he heareth their erienge and saueth them The lorde kepeth all that loue him and all the vngodly he wyll banyshe My mouth shall speke the prayse of the lorde euery thynge lyuynge shal sprede his holy name into all the worldes The argument into the C.xlvi Psal. ¶ This Psal. is a prayse of lyke argumeÌ„t with the Psal. before saue that here the Prophet disswadeth chefely the trust in to men whan it is so that god is he which alone both may saue wyll saue all that trust in him The title of the Psal Prayse ye the lorde LAuda aiÌ„a mea Prayse the lord my soule I shall prayse the lorde whiles I lyue I shal synge vnto my god as longe as I shall haue my beynge Trust nat in princes which are but men in whom there is no sauynge helth Their breth goth forth of their bodyes and by by they are turned iÌ„ to their erth in the same day all their counsels perishe Hapy is he that seketh helpe of the god of Iacob whose hope is the lorde his god Which hath made heuens and erth the see and what so euer ar contayned in theÌ„ which kepeth his promyse for euer Which auengeth men vexed wrongfully whiche gyueth meate to the hungry it is the lorde that loseth men in holde The lorde gyueth lyghte to the blynde the lorde lyfteth vp men oppressed it is the lorde that loueth the rightwyse The lorde kepeth staÌ„gers he lyfteth vp the yonge fatherles the wydowes and the purposê of thuÌ„godly he turneth vp so downe The lorde shal be kynge for euer whiche is thy god o Sion in to al ages Prayse ye the lorde The argument into the C.xlvij Psal. ¶ In this Psalme the prophet exhorteth Israhell by name to the prayse of god and also the cytisens of Ierusalem LAudare dnÌ„m Prayse ye the lorde for it is a plesaunt and a ioyefull thinge to prayse our god there is no thinge so to be desyred as the prayse of hym The lorde shall restore IerusaleÌ„ shall gather to gyther the scattered out lawes of Israell He healeth the broken in herte and caseth their heuy labours He nombreth the sterres gyueth namê to them all Grace is our lorde grace is his power his wyt may no maÌ„ coÌ„preheÌ„de The lorde lyfteth vp the meke lowlyoÌ„s the proude vngodlye he casteth downe to the grouÌ„de SiÌ„ge ye to the lord with thaÌ„kes giuynge synge ye vnto our god with harpe Which ouerledeth the heuens with cloudes and prepayreth rayne for the erthe and bringeth forth grasse in the hylles Which gyueth cat all their foode meat also to the rauyns chekens calling for it He delyteth nat in strength stronge stedes neyther hath he pleasure in the trumpets of men But his plesure is in them that feare him truste vpon his mercy Praise thou the lorde o IerusaleÌ„ prayse thi god o SioÌ„ For it is he that shal streÌ„gthen the barres of thy gates shall lade thi cytesens within the with pleÌ„tuouse gyftes He endueth thy costes aboute the with pease and satisfyeth the with the mooste purest floure of the wheate He sendeth forth his pleasures in to the erth his coÌ„mauÌ„demeÌ„tes roÌ„ne forth swiftly He gyueth downe snowe lyke wulle the hore froste he scatreth lyke asshes He casteth forthe his hayle lyke gobbetê of bred who maye abyde his colde He sendeth forth his worde and melteth them awaye he ledeth backe his wynde and the waters droppe downe It is he that tolde his pleasurs to Iacob vis ordynance and decrees vnto Israhel With no natioÌ„ hath he thus delt neither to any other dyd he publyshe his decrees The argument into the C.xlviii Psal. ¶ In this Psal. the Prophet exhorteth all creatures both heuenly erthly to the praise of god The tytle of the Psal. Praise ye the lorde LAudate dnÌ„m Prayse the lorde ye heueÌ„ly miÌ„des prayse ye hiÌ„ all that are aboue Praise him all aungels prayse him all his hoste roundaboute hym Praise him sonne and mone praise hym all bright and shynynge sterres Prayse him the mooste highest heuens and ye waters that ar aboue the heuens Praise ye the name of the lorde for he made all thiÌ„ges with a worde And hath made them to staÌ„de fast into all worldê he hath gyuen theÌ„ a lawe whiche they breke nat Prayse ye the lorde al creatures of therth dragoÌ„s all depe waters Fyer hayle snowe yse stormy wiÌ„des doing his commaundement Mountayns and all high hylles frutefull trees all cedre trees All wylde bestes tame all thiÌ„ges that crepe fethered foules Kinges of therth all peple princes all rulers of therthe Syngle men maydeÌ„s old men yonge prayse the name of the lorde for it is only hyghe and sprede ouer erth and heuens He
thou plucked backe thy hande holde nat thy righte hande thus styll in thy bosome Uerily thou arte god which hast hytherto ben my gouernoure thou arte euyn he that bryngest helth into the myddes of the erth Thou verily thorowe thy power troublest the see thou breakest the heedes of the dragons in the waters Thou knockest togyther the heedes of the greate whales and gyueste them for meate to the people of the deserte Thou breakeste vp the sprynges thou makest drye the floudes The daye is thyne the nyghte also belongeth to the thou haste ordeyned the lyght and the sonne Thou hast ordeyned sette all the costes of the rounde worlde somer and wynter thou hast made them Yet se thou forgetest nat this one thynge that this enemye thus blaphemously reuyleth the lorde that this wyked folysshe folke thus greuously hurte thy name Let not the lyfe of thy turtle douue come into the coÌ„panye of these aduersaryes the company of the pore afflicte forget nat for euer Loke vpon thy ê“myse for among these blynde wretches of the erth all are full of vyolence trouble Turne nat awaye from the these pore lowelyous with shame but rather cause these pore afflycte nedions to prayse thy name Aryse god gyue sentence agaynste thy aduersaryes remeÌ„bre howe blasphemously they reuyled the and how chorlysshly these wicked men deale with the dayly Forget nat the proude wordes of thy aduersaryes lette the hyghe swellynges of them that resyst the clyme vp styll into their owne confusyon The argumeÌ„t in to the .lxxv. Psal. ¶ Here fyrste of all Christe oure sauyoure is brought in vnder the fygure of Dauid reioysiÌ„g of the power gyuen him by the which he wolde restore the worlde nowe beynge redy to fall and he monissheth that no man resyste his kinge bicause that god is he alone whiche exalteth whoÌ„ he wyll The tytle of this Psalme The songe of Asaph called Ne perdas COnfitebimur tibi We thanke the god we thanke the for nyghe is thy gloryous power those men that call vpon the they shal remeÌ„bre thy meruelous dedes For I shal take vp vnto me my coÌ„gregation shal execut true iustice The erth the dwellers ther vpon begaÌ„ to slyde away I haue vnderset it Sel. I spake to these made foles sayeng se that ye be nat besydê your wyttê I sayd also vnto these vngodly se that ye extolle nat your power Lyfte nat vp your hornes to highe neither speke ye proudneckedly For this lyftinge vp cometh neither froÌ„ the eest nor the weest neither yet froÌ„ the sowthe hylles of the deserte But it is god verily the myghtye iuge he casteth downe one man and lyfteth vp another For there is a cup full of troubled wyne in the hande of the lorde out of whiche he powreth to be dronke of whose verye dregges shall be supped of for all the vngodly of the erth shall drynke therof But I in the meane season shall shewe forth contynually his glorie and prayse my god euyn the very god of Iacob And shall also plucke vp by the rotes the hornes of these vngodly but the power of the rightwyse shall be styll exalted The argument into the .lxxvi. Psal. ¶ Here Asaph syngeth howe that Hierusalem was nobly defeÌ„ded of god wherfore he extolleth his power 〈◊〉 to be dreded thaÌ„ excedyng all meÌ„nes powers The title The song of Asaph coÌ„mytted to the chanter to be songe at thorgaiÌ„s NOtus in iudea God is honorably knowen in the lande of Iudah and his cleare fame is nobly sprede thorowe the lande of Israell His tabernacle is set vp in Ierusalem and his mansion in Syon There he broke into peses both â—owe arowes bukler swerde iÌ„ batayle Selah Thou arte passynge clere and noble worthy to be magnyfyed aboue the kyngdomes full of thefte and robery They are depriued of their stronge herte their slomber hath ouergone them their handes are benoÌ„med although they were men valyaunte in batayle For thorowe thy fearfull thretenynge rebuke o god of Iacob their horse and cartes went all to hauoke Thou arte to be feared in dede for who maye stande before the especyally whan thy angre waâ—e hote Euen from heuen thou causest thy fearfull iugement to be herde the erth feared and durste nat ones quitche Whan god shulde ryse in to iugement to saue all the meke sprited of the erth Selah For mennes iÌ„dignation occasyoned thy glory euen whiles thou brydeledest the reste of thy fury Make your vowes and performe them to the lorde your god for he is in the myddes amonge you Offre your gyftes to him so gretly to be feared whiche taketh breath euen from princes it is he that is to be feared of the kynges of the erth The argument into the .lxxvii. Psal. ¶ In this Psal. Asaph declareth his heuynes of mynde for the calamyte wretchednes of the holye people The tytle of this Psalme The songe of Asaph commytted to the chef chaunter to be songe of the order of those syngers amoÌ„ge whom Ieduthum was chefe UOce mea ad dominum Wyth my voyce to god with my voyce to god I cryed loude and he lystened to me In the tyme of my trybulation lorde I sought the my sore ranne all nyght and ceassed nat my soule refused all conforte I remembred god and I gnasted and grated my tethe togyther for angre I spoke and my spryte was sore vexed beynge full of anguyshe Selah Thou heldest myn eyes from slepe all the kyght longe and I was so tormented in mynde that my slepe fayled me I called to mynde my dayes paste euen the yeres of my sore age I remembred my mery night songes I spake in my herte and my spirite serched the cause of this heuye iugemente Sayenge shall the lorde than caste me a waye for euer shall he neuer call me agayne into his fauour Is his goodnes than thus taken awaye for euer is hys counfortable promyse thus ended for all ages Hath god than forgotten to haue mercy or wyll he shutte vp his mercy in his angre Selah And I thought this is but myn owne weake abydynge vntyll the most highest declare his right hande as he is wonte to do Wherfore I wyll call to mynde the workê of the lorde and I wyll holde in remeÌ„brance thy meruelouse noble actes whyche thou haste wrought of olde tyme. I shall thinke vpon all thy workes and talke vpon thy wonderfull dedes contynually Oh howe wonderfull are thy wayes oh god whiche dwellest in the secrete holye place who is so mightye so greate as is god Thou art god which hast wroÈt meruelouse thinges and haste declared thy mightie power amonge the people Thou hast redemed and losed thy people with stronge power euyn the soÌ„ne of Iacob Ioseph Selah The waters somtyme sawe the oh god the waters sawe the and they trembled euen the depe botomlesse see was all to troubled The blacke cloudes sent downe rayne it thundred in the ayre hayle stones came
distresse For he ledeth them forth of derkenes from the shadowe of deth and breketh of their bandes And than they magnifye the lorde for his goodnes and publyshe his meruaylous actes amonge the men Whan he had broke the dores of stele distroyed the barres of yerne Foles for their synnes and wikednesses are scurged Their mynde abhorreth all maner of meate they are brought euen to dethes dore And they crye vnto the lorde in to their narowe strainte he delyuereth them from their distresse For he commaundeth with a worde and healeth them and delyuereth them from distruction nowe beyâ—ge at hande And thaÌ„ they magnifye the lorde for his goodnes and publyshe hys maruelous actes amonge men They offre vnto him the sacrifyce of praise and shewe forth his workes with gret triumphe They entre into the see with shyppes and labour and stryue in the brode rough waters They also se the workes of the lorde his wondrefull thynges in the depe sees For at his commaundement cometh forthe the stormye wynde lyfteth vp the waues of the see And they nowe ryse vp into the heuens and anone they fall downe into the depthes so that their hertes are clene gone They are throweÌ„ here and there they ar tossed they rele lyke dronken men they ar at their wyttes ende And they crye vnto the lorde in this narowe straint and he thorow his helpe delyuereth them out of their distresse For the stormy wynde auoideth that the see myght be caume her waues might be styll Than ar they glad that they are at rest and he leadeth them forth vnto their pleasaunt hauen And thaÌ„ magnifye hey the lord for his goodnes publishe his meruelous actes amonge the men And they extoll him in the congregation of the people they prayse him in the presens of the elders He that turneth the moyst and frutefull soyle into a drye deserte caryeth away waters from the thristy erth And briÌ„geth frutefull soyle into barons for the offences of the dwellers therin Bringeth it so to passe that the drie deserte be turned agayn in to moyst soyle waters boyle forth of the chyrsty grouÌ„de And there than setteth he these hongry and famisshed men they prepare them cyties to be inhabited They sowe the feldes they plante the vynyardes they make frute and encrese of corne He blesseth them and they ar encresed excedyngly their catall fayle nat And agayn they are mynyshed and cast downe with barones disease sicknes He maketh hygh princes to be of no reputacyon and he maketh them to erre be wyde and strange places But in the meane season he lyfteth vp the pore man out of trouble and maketh hiÌ„ an housholde lyke a flocke of shepe The rightwyse shall feare be glad al men gyueÌ„ to shrewdenes shall stope their mouthes Who is wyse let him obserue marke these thynges he shall parceyue the goodnesse of the lorde The argument in to the C.viii. Psal. ¶ In this psal the prophete declareth howe desyrous he was to prayse god bothe with mouth and instrument The tytle of the psal The dytie of the songe of Dauyd PAratum cor My herte is full set both to playe and to synge a songe with my tonge Come on Psaltery and harpe for by by shall I set you in tune I shall magnifye the amonge the people oh lorde and shall prayse the amonge the nacions For thy goodnes is so gret that it passeth the heueÌ„s and thy faythfulnes also that it lyfteth vp it self vnto the cloudes Exalte thy selfe aboue the heuens oh god and thy glorious beaute ouer all therth That thy welbeloued might be in sauegarde preserue me with thy right hande and graunt me God hath expressed his mynde from his secrete holy place I shall be gladde and deuyde Shecem and shall meete out the valey of Succoth Gilead is myne Menasheh is myne Ephraim is my chefe stronge holde Iehudah is my kyngdome Moab shal be subdued vnto me as a caldren in the which I wyll wasshe my fete Edom shall be vnto me lyke a vyle place wherin I wyl cast a waye my shoes vpon Philistea wil I take my pleasure Who shall lede me in to the stronge defensed cytie who shal lede me vnto Edom Uerily euyn thou god whiche repellest vs and woldest nat ones go forth with vs among our host Helpe thou now vs delyuer vs froÌ„ our enemyes for vayne is the helpe of men In god we shall strongely preuaile for it is he that shall trede downe our enemys The argument in to the C.ix Psal. ¶ The fyrst parte of this Psal. ar cruell baÌ„nynges or wisshynges agaynst Doeg and other flaterers of Sauâ—e which with their lyes stered him vp agaynst Dauid In the later parte he coÌ„playneth of his owne myserable state desyrynge the helpe of god The tytle of this Psal. The dite of Dauid committed to the chaunter DEus laudeÌ„ God in whoÌ„ I reioyse and glory holde nat thy self fro me For the vngodly haue opened their mouthes agaynst me crafty deceyuers haue comuned with me but with a lyenge tonge They besege me with odious coÌ„municacion bete me downe without cause For that I loued them they hated me agayn and yet I pray for them They quitte me euell for good hatered for loue Set some vngodly ruler vpon him and lette some cruell aduersarye be his superior So that whan he shall come into iugement he myght go forth lyke a condemned wretche and his owne tale for his delyueraunce mought condeÌ„ne him Let his tyme be shorte and another redy to take his offyce Let his chyldren be yong and fatherles and his wyfe a carefull wydowe Let his chyldren be wandryng beggers wretched crauers heuyly for their lyuiÌ„g put out of their pore cotage Lette the bribynge vsurers catche what so euer he hath and strange men dispoyâ—e tho thynges whiche he had goten with great labour Let there be none to pyte and to helpe hym neither one that wyll fauour socour his yong fatherles chyldreÌ„ Let his yssue be cut of and his name be done awaye in one genetatyon Let the vnrightwysenes of his fathers be brought in mynde before god and let nat the synnes of his mother be forgoteÌ„ But let them be before the lorde euer their memoriall be caste out of therthe Bicause he thought nat to do mercy but persecuted vexed the poore afflicte man to sley hym broken in hert He delyted in cursyng let it therfore fall vpon hym selfe he turned him from blessyng let it therfore be ferre from him Let him be wrapped in cursynges as in his clothes let them synke in to him lyke water in to his very bones like oyle Let cursynge be as his garment wherwith he be clothed as his gyrdle wherwith he be euermore gyrte Let this be the rewarde from the lorde vnto these men whiche are agaynst me and speke hurte vpon my soule But thou art the lorde oh lorde dele