fyer whose heate doeth not decaye Pour out thy wrath on the heathen that do not the confesse And on the kyngdomes that do not call on the in distresse For they haue deuoured Iacob and eaten hym vp quite And haue destroyed all his dwellyng howses in dispyte Remember not our former synnes but forgeue vs quickly For we are weakened good Lorde and that excedyngly O the God of our health helpe vs for the prayse of thy name Deliuer vs and take mercie on our synnes for the same Why should the Heathen saye where is theyr God whom they do prayse Reuenge the bloude of thy seruantes on thē Lorde in our dayes Let the gronynges of the captyue ascend vp in thy syght And them that be iudged to dye kepe on lyue by thy myght O Lorde requite oure neyghbours wyth seuen tymes the open shame That they haue gone about to laye vpon thyne holy name So we that be thy people and the flocke of thy pasture Shall setforth declare thy prayse whylse the world shall endure The .lxxx. Psalme O Thou shepeherd of Israell of my wordes take good kepe Thou that doest leade forth Ioseph as he were a flocke of shepe O thou I saye that haste thy seate vpon the Cherubim Shyne forth vpon thy pore seruant shewe thyselfe to him Before Ephraim Beniamim Manasses also Styr vp thy power and come to saue thy pore seruauntes from wo. O God restore vs once agayne and make thy face to shyne And then shall thy seruauntes be false in thy presence diuine O Lord and God of hostes howe longe wylt thou be angerie And how longe wylt thou the requestes of thy people denie Thou hast fed them wyth dolfoull teares euen as wyth bread I thyncke And hast droncke to thē of a cup full of teares to the bryncke Thou haste appoynted vs to be our neighbours mockynge stockes And to suffer our enimes to lade vs wyth theyr mockes O God restore vs once agayne and make thy face to shyne And then shall thy seruauntes be safe in thy presence diuine Out of Egypt Lord thou hast brought the vyne of Israell And for place to plant it in thou dydste the heathen expell Thou dydeste purge the rynde ther of and that diligently And whē it was roted it dyd the whole earth occupie The shadowe therof dyd couer the hylles that be so hye And hir bowes the great Ceder trees that be stronge and myghtie She stretched furth to the sea syde hir braunches that were stoute And vnto the fresh water syde hir buddes she dyd shote out Why hast thou broken downe hir hedge that whoe so passeth by Maye plucke and break of hir braunches and cause hir rote to die The wylde bore of the foreste doeth hir vtterly destroye And allwyld beastes of the field do eate hir gredily O God of hostes we the besech returne loke out from hye Loke hyther come downe to se thys vyneyard by and by Viset I saye the vineyard that thy right hand hath planted And this ofsprynge whych to thy selfe thou haste so assured It is burned vp wyth fyer and is hewen downe quite They muste nedes perishe if thou do loke on them wyth despyte Wyth the man of thy ryght hand let thy power and strength remayne And wyth the sonne of man whom thou doest wyth the entertayne Then shall we not returne from the that doest our lyfe restore But wyll call on thyne holy name for aye euermore Restore vs O Lord God of hostes make thy face to shyne And then shall thy seruauntes be salfe in thy presence diuine The .lxxxj. Psalme SYnge vnto God with reioyseynge who is our force and myght And endeuour wyth lowde trompettes Iacobs God to delyght Begyne a Psalme and playe to it with tabrete and wyth harpe And wyth the swete and solemne lute wyth notes pleasaunt and sharp Blowe wyth the horne the blastes that are vsed at the newe mone The tyme wherin our sacrifice is poynted to be done For this is a rite and custome of strength in Israell And a lawe that wyth Iacobs God hath bene accepted well And thys remembraunce dyd he leaue emonge Iosephes kynred Whē by his myghtie power they were salfly from Egyptled O Israell my thyncke I heare a voyce worthy regard The language is but strange to me such as I haue not hearde Thus sayeth the voyce I haue pulled his shoulder from burden And hys hande dyd leaue the labour of the great breke ouen In trouble I dydset the quyte when thou dydste on me crye And gaue an answere vnto the by thunder secretly And when thou dydste contend wyth me at the waters of stryfe I had a suer triall of the maner of thy lyfe But hearken O my people for my worde shall the assure If thou wylt hearken to my voyce my wyll and my pleasure There shal be no straynge God in the se thou do them not kepe Take hede that in nowyse thou do any strāg God worshype Thy Lorde and God am I that haue the out of Egypt brought ▪ Open thy mouth aske of me I wyll denie the nougth But my people heard not my voyce Iacob dyd me forsake Wherfore I gaue them libertie theyr hertes desyre to take Oh if my people had heard me walked in my waye Howe sone should I haue brought all theyr enimies to decaye And howe sone should I haue turned my powre agaynst them all That do infest and trouble them as people bond and thrall All such men as do hate the Lorde theyr bond slaues should haue bene But the ende of my peoples dayes neuer man should haue sene I would haue fed them wyth the floure and fyneste of the wheate Out of the rocke they shoulde haue had honye whylse they would eate The .lxxxij. Psalme IN the cōpanie of iudges God stode amyd them all And gaue sentence on them that werein iudgment partiall Howe longe sayde he wyll you deserne iudge matters awrye Howe longe wyll you peruert iudgment and iudge thynges contrarie Reuenge the rore fatherlesse discharge the wretch of bandes Ryd the weake the nedie out of the wycked mens handes But they ne know nor vnderstand ought but walke in the waye Of dearknes wherby the whole earth is lykly to decaye Certes I sayde you are all goddes and sonnes of the moste hye But yet as men and eke tyrannes ye shall falle downe and die Arise O God and iudge the earth for to the do belonge By thy byrth ryght all nations be they neuer so stronge The .lxxxiij. Psalme O God behold thou kepest in thy selfe in silence styll Dissemble not O God ne cease to worcke after thy wyll Forlo thyne enmies make vprores they that do the hate Lyfte vp theyr heades and do nothynge of theyr courage debate They haue cōsulted subtyly Lord agaynst thy people And agaynste thyne electe these men haue holden a counsell Come on sayde they let vs destroye them and theyr nation Let there remayne
Yet my mercie and greate goodnes wyll I not take from hym Ne breake my couenaunt wyth hym for my trueth I esteme I wyll not breake my couenaunt neither my wordes denie I wyll not chaunge but be the same neuer contrarie I sware once by myne holinesse therto wyll I cleaue ▪ I wyll képe promise wyth Dauid I wyl hym not deceyue His sede shall be perpetuall it shall neuer decaye His royall seate shall continue as longe as nyght and daye It shall be as fyrme and as sure as the mone in the skye Which is a most certen wytnes in the heauē so hye But thou haste forsaken Dauid and arte turned awaye Thou burnest wyth anger agaynste thy Christe and kynge I saye The promisse that thou madeste wyth thy seruante thou haste broke And hast caste his crowne to the grownde by the force of thy stroke All his hedges thou haste pulde vp lefte him wyde open His fences and his suer moundes thou hast torne and broken Eche man that passeth by the way taketh at him a snatch His neighbours do laugh him to scorne and vse him lyke a patche Thou haste set vp the powre of them that do him sore infeste And haste made them that be his foes to reioyce and to ieste Yea the edge of his swerde thou hast made so dull as a barre Thou haste not geuen him uictorie ne thupper hand in warre Thou haste caused his dignitie to cease not be founde His royall throne and princely seate thou haste caste to the grownde His yonge lustre dayes thou haste cutte of and shortened Myth shame reprofe and dishonour thou haste him couered Howe longe wylt thou be hyd O Lorde wylt thou be hyd for aye Shal thyne hote indignatiō burne lyke fyre wythout staye Remembre howe smal tyme I haue lyued and saye certayne Whether thou haste created and made all mankynd in vayne For what man is he that lyueth and that none ende shall haue And that is able to preserue his lyfe out of the graue O Lorde where be thyne olde mercies and auncient goodnes ▪ Which thou swarest vnto Dauid euen of thy faithfulnes Be myndfull Lorde of the rebuke that thy seruantes sustayne All the rebukes of muche people in my bosome remayne They are thyne enimies O Lorde that haue vs reuiled ▪ And haue checked the tariaunce of Christe thyne annoynted For euer ought the Lorde to be praysed emonge all men Praysed be he therfore I saye for aye Amen Amen The .xc. Psalme O Lorde thou haste bene oure refuge and place wherin to dwell In all the tyme that erste hath bene so longe as tonge can tell Before the mountaynes were vp spronge and the rownde earth formed From all ages that euer were thou haste bene God in dede Thou leadest man backe tyll he be well most grownde in sunder And then thou sayest O mortall men retourne agayne hither For in thy syght a thousand yere are as the daye laste paste And as the quarters of the nyght that passe awaye in haste Thou makest them to passe awaye hastly as doeth a sure They are lyke dreames and as the grasse they do not longe endure As in the morne the grasse is grene and gathereth him myght So doeth it drye is cut downe agayne ere it be nyght For thyne anger maketh vs faynte and as weake as a strawe And when thy wrath is kendeled then dowe stande in awe Thou haste set oure iniquities playnly before thy syght And all our secrete synnes thou haste made open in the lyght When thou art wrath then all our dayes do passe and slyde awaye We ende our yeres in shortter space thē any man can saye The yeres that we vse to lyue here are but three score and ten And if any lyue to foure score they are verie olde men Nowe the verie beste of this tyme is but labour and payne And yet it passeth sone awaye and wee are gone agayne Who knoweth the force of thy wrathe and of thy displeasure For on him that feareth the moste thy wrath lyghteth most sure Tell vs playnly therfore that we maye knowe the certen summe Of our lyfe dayes then apply our myndes to get wisedome Returne O Lorde howe far I saye shall thy furie extend Be pleased with thy pore seruantes let them not the offende Satisfie vs wyth thy mercie erly before the prime Then shall we reioyce and be glad all the dayes of our tyme For the dayes in the which we dyd thy punishment sustayne And for the yeres of miserie make vs reioyce agayne Let thy worcke shyne in thy seruantes let them be knowne for thyne And in the chyldren of them all Lord let thy glorie shyne Thy decor and thy comlynes Lord God be in vs aye Confirme thou the worckes of oure handes confirme thou them I saye The .xcj. Psalme WHoso resteth in the secrete counsel of the most hye The same abydeth in the shadowe of the most myghtie Vnto the Lorde thus wyll I saye Thou arte my sanctuarie Thou arte my castell of defence to my God cleaue wyll I. For he wyl kepe his seruant from the snare of the hunttar And from the deadly plage that is the commune distroyar With his wynges wyl he couer the ryght false shalt thou be there Thou shalt be hyd vnder hys trueth as vnder shylde and spere Thou shalt not nede to stande in feare of soden feares by nyght Neither of the sharp arrowe that doeth flye by the day lyght Thou shalt not nede to feare the plage that woundeth in the darcke Nor that destroyeth when the sunne passeth by the none marcke For though one thousand fall by the and ten at thy right hand Yet shall there no hurte come at the thou shalt in saftie stande Thou shalt see lyke for lyke geuen only to the wycked And wyth thyne owne eies shalt thou see these thynges executed For thou O Lord arte my refuge wherin my trust doeth lye Thy dwellynge place thou hast pytched in a place verie hye No maneryll shall come at the thou shalt be in saftie Neither shal anye plage approch or to thyne house drawe nye For he shall geue commaundement to his angelles for thy sake That they shall kepe the in thy wayes and the charge of the take In theyr handes shall they carie the and safly the conueis That thou ne dashe thy foete agaynste any stone in the waye Thou shalt tread on the Leopard and eke the adder fell So shalt thou spurne the Lions whelpe the dragon cruell Because he hath embraced me he shall not suffer shame I wyll geue him the vpper hand for he cōfest my name He shall call on me and I wyll heare and succour his nede I wyll deliuer him and make him gloriouse in dede His lyfe shall be so longe that he shall wysh to lyue no more Myne health and my saluation I wyll geue him in store The .xcij. Psalme NOwe is it mete O thou most high osynge vnto thy
smoke and my bones brent lyke fyre Myne herte is wythered lyke heye to eate I ne desyre My bones and fleshe cleane togither through sorowe of myne herte I am made lyke the pellicane and howlet of desert I haue watched and am become lyke a sparowe alone Syttyng on the rydge of the house in whom confort is none I was dayly reuiled of such as myne enmies were And they reioyced ouer me and gan by me to swere I dyd eate asshes lyke as breade blende teares in my cup For thy greate wrath because to plage me thou dydst lyfte me vp My dayes are gone lyke a shadowe and I am dryed lyke haye But thou Lord shalt continew styll and be in mynde for aye Ryse vp O Lorde take mercie pitie on Sion Because the tyme poynted therto doeth nowe drawe fast vpon For thy seruantes beare fauour to the stones of that citie And to caste out the duste therof they do desyer greatly And let the heathen feare the name of the Lord in lyke case And all the kynges of the earth the maiestie of his face For the Lord built Sion and was sene in his maiestie And regardyng the pores requeste he dyd it not denie This thynge shall be lefte in wryttynge to our posteritie And people that shall then be borne shall prayse God certenly For the Lord loketh from aboue from his sanctuarie And he shall loke vpon the earth out of the heauen hye That he maye heare the waylynge of men in captiuitie And deliuer them out of bondes that are iudged to die That men maye celebrate and prayse the Lordes name in Sion And hys prayse in Ierusalem hys habitacion When the peoples and kyngdomes all shall be brought into one To honoure and worshyp the Lorde the Lord I saye alone But he hath afflicted and broke my strenght vpon the waye And hath cut of and shortened my tyme and fatalle daye I wyll therfore saye O my God take me not at myd age For thyne yers continue for aye and shall neuer aswage For thou dydst fyrste laye the grownde worcke of the earth that is rownde And the worckes of thyne handes also the hygh heauens are founde Which all shall perishe but thou shalt remayne styll vnmoued ▪ All thynges shal war olde lyke a cote and be by the chaynged But thou bydest the same for aye thyne yeres shall haue none ende Let the sonnes of thy seruantes byde and do theyr sede defend The .ciij. Psalme MY soule preach declare the Lord preach and spreade out his fame And eke my bowelles euerye one preach ye hys holy name Preach and declare the Lorde I saye my soule and kepe in mynde The benifites great goodnes that in him thou dydst fynde He forgeueth the all thy fautes and thyne iniquities And healeth all thy syknesses and thyne infirmities From the powre of the destroyer he setteth thy lyfe free His benifites mercies all he heapeth vpon the. With thynges that are dulcet and swete he doeth aye fyll thy mouth That lyke as doeth the egle thou mayest recouer thyne youth The Lorde wyth iustice doeth reuenge all such as are oppreste And to deliuer innocentes he is redie and preste His lawes and his commaundementes to Moses dyd he tell So dyd he to Iacobs chyldren hys studies counsell The Lorde is kynd and mercifull when synnars do hym greue Longe sufferynge wyth patience and redie to forgeue He vseth not to chyde braule wyth worddes continually Neither to be styll myndfull of a wrōge or iniurie He doeth not vse to handle vs accordynge to our synne Ne rewardeth the wickednes that we haue lyued in For as the space is wondrouse great twyxt earth and heauen aboue So is hys goodnes muche more large to thē that do hym loue He doeth remoue our synnes from vs and our offences all As far as is the sunne risynge full distant from his fall And loke what pitie parentes deare vnto theyr chyldren beare Lyke pitie doeth the Lorde beare to all such as do hym feare For our state and condicion he knoweth certenly And that we be nought else but duste he hath in memorie He knoweth also that mans tyme is lyke to the wydderynge haye Or lyke the fayre floure of the field that fadeth sone awaye Whose fayre beautie the stormie wyndes do vtterly disgrace And brynge him out of knowledge wyth men that dwell in that place But yet the goodnes of the Lorde towardes them that do him feare Shall dure for aye and his iustice towardes theyr nephewes so deare Towarde such I saye as kepe his hestes and beare in memorie His lawes and institutions to do them perfectly The Lorde hath prepared set his throne in heauen so hye And hys kyngdome ruleth all thynges that are vnder the skye Ye angelles of the Lorde preach hym ye myghtie men I saye Put the Lordes busines in vre and to hys worde obey Preach the Lord O hys armies all preach and set hym forth styll For whylse ye be hys mynisters ye do performe his wyll O ye worckes of the Lorde preach hym throughout his imperie Preach him my soule cease not my soule to preach the Lorde boldly The .ciiij. Psalme MY soule preach set forth the Lord O my Lord God saye I Thou arte myghtie in noble actes clad with bryght glorye For my God is clothed wyth lyght euē as wyth a garmēt And hath spredde forth the heauens as the curten of a tent He hath builded his parlars in the waters vp on hye And hath made the cloudes hys charet and doeth wyth the wynde flye All such he hath made spirites as do on his message go So hath he made his ministers hotte flameynge fyre also The earth also he hath buylded vpon grownd worcke so sure That for the perfect worcke therof it myght euer endure In lyke maner he hath hyd the depe as wyth a garment To make the waters stand aboue the hylles was his intent But they flye and dare not abyde when thou byddest them staye And at the sowne of thy thunder they renne hastly awaye They renne I saye ouer the hylles and eke the valeys wyde Vntyl they come vnto the place where thou wylt they shall byde A marcke thou hast set ouer whych they may not passe certayne Leste they should ouer flowe the earth and couer it agayne Then sendest thou forth springynge welles whose stremes do rore crie That they may renne betwene the hylles that on ech syde are hye That all the wylde beastes of the field myght dryncke therof plentie And that the wylde asses also myght drynck when they be drye And that the foules of the ayer that on the trees do synge Myght lyue nygh them haueynge fast by theyr abode and dwellynge Out of the cloudes his dwellynge place he geueth the hylles rayne Wyth the fruite of hys worckes he doeth fyll the earthfull certayne He bryngeth forth haye for catell grasse for mans tyllage That bread myght sprynge out of the
loded wyth syluer and wyth golde And in theyr kynreddes none was weake were he neuer soolde And all Egypt reioyced much when they gan to departe For the feare of the Lordes people had stryke them to the herte He spred abroade a cloude in steade of a veyle them to hyde Ryght so dyd he a flameynge fyre to shyne in the nyght tyde And when the people cried to him he gaue them quayles plentie And with breade that fell from heauē he dyd them satisfie And laste of al the greate rocke brake and waters gan flowe out Through places that were passynge drye lyke a riuerfull stoute For he retayned styll in myde hys promise moste holy Made to his seruaunt Abraham whoe worshipt-him trulye And he led forth his owne people with ioye and reioyceynge So dyd he his beloued men with most ioyful syngynge And to them he gaue the contreis of men that were Heathen That they myght possesse thynges that were by theyr laboure gotten To the ende that they myght obserue hys lawes and holde hys laye Wherfore I saye prayse ye the Lorde prayse ye the Lorde I saye The .cvi. Psalme COnfesse confesse vnto the Lorde for he is good I saye Confesse to hym for hys mercie continueth for aye Who can be able to declare the stronge worckes of the Lorde Or to speake of all hys prayses and the same to recorde Oh happie are they that do kepe iudgmēt and therin staye Right so are they happie that do worcke rightuousnes alwaye Lord for the loue thou bearest to thy flocke remembre me And visite me Lorde for the health that remayneth in the. That I may se thy chosen sorte lyue in felicitie And maye reioyce wyth thy people and with thy stocke glorie We haue synned as greatly as euer our fathers dyd We haue done vniustly and haue wrought thynges that are wycked Thy wonders in Egypt they dyd not weygh and scanne wysly Ne kept thy greateste benifites in perfect memorie And when they came vnto the sea there were they vnruly At the red sea I saye they were rebelles stoute and sturdie Yet dyd the Lorde preserue them all for his names sake only That hys strength and hys myghtie powre myght be more knowne therby And he rebuked the red sea and forthwyth it was drye And then he led them through the depe as through desert saflye And he saued them pullynge them out of theyr enmyes powre And eke from theyr enimies handes he dyd them deliuer But the waters ouerwhelmed theyr enmies in such sorte That none of them was lefte on lyue to make therof report Then gaue they credite to his wordes gan his prayse to synge But streyght waye they forgate his worckes myndynge his lawes nothynge They burned wyth concupiscence in the desert doubtlesse So they tempted and proued God in the rude wyldernes And he gaue the thynge that they dyd so ernestly desyre But wythall he gaue them a plage for theyr rewarde and hyre More ouer in theyr tentes they dyd Moses enuie and hate And so dyd they Aaron that was to the Lord consecrate Wherfore the earth dyd open hir dyd Dathan swalowe And all Abirase companye it dyd ouerwallowe The fyre also burned full hotte in these mens companie The flameynge fyre that burned vp men that were vngodly More ouer they made them a calfe at Oreb that montayne And gaue honour to an Image that fyre had molt certayne So chaunged they the maiestie of theyr God most myghtie For an Image of oxe or cowe that eateth grasse dayly And they forgate God vtterly that had them salfly kept And that had wrought so noble thynges in the land of Egypt They forgate him I saye that had at C ham greate wonders wrought And fearefull thynges at the red sea through which he had them brought He had decreed to destroye them tyll Moses his chosen Had made request in theyr behalfe and his anger broken They dyd also forsake the land that they had desyred Geueyng no credite to the worde of him that promised And in theyr tentes they murmured and dyd in herte repyne Neither were they obedient vnto goddes worde diuine Then sware he to them that he would destroye them in deserte And theyr seede emonge the heathen and scatter them aparte Then dyd they ioyne them selues vnto Ball Peor as theyr heade And then they eate of thynges offred vnto goddes that were deade And by theyr owne studies and wayes they dyd kendle Goddes Ire That most cruel destruction myght be theyr worthy hyre As when good Phine has stode vp and thought good to destroye The shamlesse worckar of his wil that plage myght cease therby Which thynge was imputed to him for iustice right and true And in lyke maner shall it be whylse tyme shall continue At the water of stryfe also theyr Lorde they prouoked And for theyr sakes good Moses was at Goddes hande punished For they had so vexed his mynde and eke his pacience That he spake some thynge wyth his mouth that lacked reuerence More ouer they spared such men as the Lorde bade them stroye They occupied wyth the Heathen and learned theyr worckes therby So that they worshypt theyr Idoles which were to them a snare For to deuelles they kylled theyr sonnes and daugthers wythout care The gyltlesse bloude of theyr childrē they shed in sacrifice To the Chananites Images in most vngodly wise And in theyr dedes they were vncleane wycked was theyr waye And in theyr owne inuentions they wandered astraye And the Lorde was excedynge wrath wyth his people therfore And hated his enheritaunce that had synned so sore In so much that he gaue them vp into the heathens handes And would theyr enimies shoulde rule boeth them and eke theyr landes Yea theyr enimies vexed them and dyd them sore agreue And caused them magre theyr heade vnder theyr powre to lyue Sometyme he set them free but they by theyr wayes that were vayne Prouoked him and theyr mysse lyfe made them styll pore agayne Yet when he sawe theyr miseries and hearde theyr dolefull crye Myndfull of his promes to them he shewed his greate mercie He pitied them I saye after his plentie of mercies And made them fynde fauour in the syght of theyr enimies Kepe vs O Lord that arte our God and gather thyne elect From emonge the heathen that do not loue the nor thy secte Kepe vs I saye that we maye styll thyne holy name confesse And celebrate the wyth prayses after thy worthines The Lord God of Israel is to be praysed foraye Let all the people saye Amen prayse ye the Lord I saye The .cvij. Psalme COnfesse cōfesse vnto the Lord for he is good I saye Confesse to him for his mercie continueth for aye Let such as the lord hath made fre saye nowe vnfaynedly That he hath set them fre from the powre of the enimie And that he hath gathered them out of all regions From east from west from the north and the south nations And whē they
can this God prepare for vs a feaste in wyldernes Beholde he strake the stony rocke floudes furthwyth dyd flowe But can he geue to his people boeth bread and fleshe also When God heard thys he waxed wrath wyth Iacob and hys sede So dyd his indignation on Israell procede Because they dyd not faythfully beleue hope that he Coulde alwayes helpe and succour them in theyr necessitie He gaue charge to the cloudes aboue and they brake in sunder And rayned them Manna to eate a meate of great wonder He gaue them heauenly grayne I saye man fed on stronge mens foede He sent vitayles downe vnto thē much more then dyd them good He caused the easte wynde to cease vnder the heauens hye And the southwest wynde he brought in by hys power by and by Then fell downe flesh as thycke as dust foule lyke the sea sande Which he dyd caste a mydde the place wher all theyr tentes dyd stande Then dyd they eate excedyngly all men had theyr fylles He satisfied theyr appetites accordynge to theyr wylles But as the meate was in theyr mouthes hys wrath vpon them fell And slewe the floure of all the youth and choyse of Israell Yet fell they to theyr wonted synne and styll they dyd him greue For all the wonders that he wrought they had no faste beleue Theyr dayes therfore he shortened and would not let them raigne And all theyr yeres he finished in right shot space certayne But euer whē he plaged them they sought him by and by Remēbrynge then he was theyr strength helpe as God most hye Though wyth theyr mouthes they dyd but glose and flatter wyth the Lorde And wyth theyr tonges dyd faynedly dissēble euerie worde For whye theyr hertes were nothynge bent to him nor to his trade Nor yet to kepe or to performe the promise that was made Yet was he styll so merciful to thē worthy to dye That he forgaue theyr wyckednes would not them destroye Yea ofte tymes he turned his wrath and dyd himselfe abuise And would not suffer al his whole displeasure to arise Remembryng that they were but flesh and euen as a wynde That passeth awaye and cannot returne by it owne kynde Howe often tymes in wyldernes dyd they theyr Lorde prouoke Howe dyd they moue and styr theyr Lorde to plage them wyth his stroke And how ofte dyd they turne awaye from God him for to proue Teachyng Israelse holy one what thynges dyd him behoue They were not myedfull of his power nor of the daye when he Redemed them from strayte bondage and great captiuitie Neither had they in memorie the wonders wrought by him In Egypt and in the contrey that lyeth about Tanim When by his greate power he turned theyr waters into bloud That no man myght receyue his drincke at riuer ne at floud A multitude of flyes also he sent them to deuoure And paddockes that should them destroye such was his myghtie power Theyr fruites and theyr encrease he gaue to the caterpyller And al the laboure of theyr handes vnto the grasse hopper Wyth hayle he dyd he stroye theyr vynes so that they were all loste And beate downe theyr mubberie tres wyth stones made by the froste And yet wyth haylstones once agayne the Lorde theyr cattell smote And all theyr flockes and herbes lykewise wyth thunder boltes full hote He caste on thē his hote anger his wrath and furie stronge Greate sorowe of herte and angelles yll to trouble them emonge Thē to his wrath he made awaye spared not the leaste But gaue vnto the pestilence the man eke the beaste He strake also all the fyrst borne that vp in Egypt came And all the eldest or fyrste borne wythin the tentes of Cham. But as for all his owne deare flocke he dyd preserue and kepe And caried them through wyldernes euen lyke a flocke of shepe Wythout all feare boeth safe and sounde he brought them out of thrall Whereas his foes wyth rage of seas were ouerwhelmed all And he led them into the boundes of hys sanctuarie Euen to this hyll which hys right hande and myghtie power dyd bye Thense caste he forth the Heathen flocke and dyd theyr land diuide And in theyr tentes hath he caused Iacobs kynred to byde Yet dyd they for all this prouoke and styr vp theyr God styll And would not kepe his testament nor yet obeye hys wyll But as theyr fathers turned backe euen so they went a straye Much lyke a bowe that woulde not bende but breake and starte awaye Wyth the aultares that they buylded on hylles that were so hye And wyth theyr ymages they dyd prouoke God to enuie This heard God and his wrath began to kyndle in hys breste And for theyr wyckednes he dyd them much hate and deteste In so much that he lefte Silo the tent or dwellyng place Wherin before he had dwelled amonge men for a space He let them take the arcke also wherin his powre doeth stand And gaue vp his magnificence into hys enmies hande His people he gaue to the swerde wrath wyth his heritage Fyer eate the yonge men and the maydes came not to mariage And wyth the swerd the priestes dyd perishe euerychone And not a wydowe lefte on lyue theyr hard chaunce to be mone Wyth that the Lorde began to wake as slepe had helde hys eiene Or as a myghtie champiō reioyseynge after wyne The plage of pyles he sent his foes euen in the fundement And put vpō them such a shame as shoulde be permanent This not wythstandynge Iosephes rent he dyd franckly refuse And the kynred of Ephraim he woulde in no wyse chuse But the kynred of Iude he hathe chosen therin to dwell Euen the holy mounte Sion whiche he dyd loue so well Ther dyd he buyld vp his temple boeth sumptuously and sure Lyke to the grounde that he hath made for euer to endure Than chose he Dauid hym to serue hys people for to kepe And hym he toke and brought awaye euen from the foldes of shepe As he went after bagged ewes the Lorde dyd hym aduaunce To fede his people Israell and hys enheritaunce Then Dauid wyth a faythfull herte dyd them pasture and fede And dyd prudentlye to hys power gouerne them all in dede The .lxxix. Psalme INto thyne heritage O God the Heathen are entred The palayce of thyne holye place Lorde they haue defyled They haue also brought thy citie holye Hierusalem Into an hudge and moste rude heape as it hath pleased them Wyth thy seruantes deade bodies they haue fed the foules that flye And the beastes of the earth wyth fleshe of men that lyued godly They shed theyr bloude lyke as water about Hierusalem And ther is none remaynynge that myght take and burie them Our neighbours haue reuiled vs as men that are forlorne And they that dwell rownde about vs haue laughed vs to scorne Howe longe O Lorde how longe I saye wilt thou be wrath for aye Shall thyne enuie burne lyke
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