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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
ground_n	ash_n	lord_n	zion_n	30	3	8.6477	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05808	The manuall of prayers, or the prymer in Englyshe set out at lengthe, whose contentes the reader by the prologe next after the kalendar, shal sone perceaue and there in shal se brefly the order of the whole boke. Set forth by Ihon late bysshope of Rochester at the co[m]aundement the ryght honorable Lorde Thomas Cro[m]wel, Lorde Priuie seale Uicegerent to the Kynges hyghnes.; Book of hours (Salisbury). English	Church of England.; Hilsey, John, d. 1539. aut	1539 (1539)	STC 16010; ESTC S105269	116,690	240

approche vnto hym Thou art my refuge from tribulation that hath enclosed me my ioye delyuer me from them that compasse me I shall geue the vnderstandynge shall enstruct the in the waye that thou shalte go I shall fasten myne eyes vpon the. Be ye not made as the horse and the mule in whō is none vnderstandynge Bynde the mouthes of them in snafles and brydles that wyll not drawe vnto the. Many are the plages of a synner but hym that trusteth in the Lorde he shall cōpasse with mercy Be glad in the Lorde and reioyce ye ryghteous and reioyce all that be vpryght in herte Glory be to the father and to the sonne and to c. As it was in the begynnynge and as it is c. The .xxxvii. Psalme Domine ne in furore LOrde reproue me not in thy fury neyther in thyne angre correcte thou me For thyne arowes are fastened in me vpon me hast thou enforced thy handes Ther is no helth ī my flesh inregard of thy wrath is there no rest in my bones because of my sinnes For myne iniquites are ouer passed myne heade and are layde vpon me as a heuy burden My woundes are puryfyed and festered by reason of my folyshnesse I am made wretched and croked vnto the ende all daye dyd I go sorowfully For my loynes are full of illusions and there is no helth in my fleshe I am sore afflycted and brought lowe I dyd rore out for the sorow of myne harte Lorde before the is all my desyre and my mournynge is not hydden from the Myne herte is troubled my strength hath left me and the syght of myne eyes and the very same is not with me My frendes and my neyghbours drewe together and stode agaynst me And they that were nexte me stode farre of and they that layde wayte for my lyfe set vpon me And they that sought for me spake euel vnto me vanityes and disceytes they ymagened all daye But I as one beynge deafe dyd not heare and as one that were dombe not openynge my mouth And I was made as a man not hearynge and hauynge countercheckes in his mouth For in the lorde haue I trusted thou wylt heare me my Lorde God For I haue sayde lest any tyme myne ennemyes tryumphe vpō me and whylest my feete slyde they spake great thynges agaynst me For I am prepared vnto the whyppes and my doloure is alwayes in my syght For I confesse my vngodlynesse and shall take thought for my synne But myne ennemyes lyue and are made stronge ouer me and they are multiplyed which hated me vniustly They that requyte euell for good detracted me because I followed goodnesse Forsake me not O Lorde my God neyther departe thou from me Intend toward my help o Lorde god of my helth Glory be to the father and to the sonne and to c. As it was in the begynnynge c. The .ii. Psalme Miserere mei Deus HAue mercy vpon me Oh God accordynge to thy great mercy And accordynge to the multitude of thy compassions wype awaye myne iniquitye Washe me more from myne iniquitye and clense me from my synne For I knowlege myne iniquitye and my synne is euer before myne eyes Agaynst the only haue I synned and haue done euell in thy syght that thou mayest be iustifyed in thy wordes and vanquyshe whē thou art iudged To I was begotten in wyckednesse and my mother conceyued me in synne To thou haste loued trouthe the vnknowen and secrete thynges of thy wysedome hast thou vttered vnto me Sprynkle me Lorde wyth ysope and so shall I be clene thou shalt washe me and then shall I be whyter then snowe Vnto my hearyng shalt thou geue ioye gladnes and my weykened bones shall be refreshed Turne thy face from my synnes and wype away all my wyckednesse A pure harte create in me oh Lorde and an vpryght sprete make a newe within me Vaste me not awaye from thy face and thy holye sprete take not from me Restore vnto me the gladnes of thy saluacion and strengthen me with a principall harte I wyll instructe the wycked that they may know thy wayes and the vngodly shall be conuerted vnto the. Delyuer me frome bloudes Oh Lorde the God of my helth and my tonge shall exalte thy ryghteousnesse Lorde open thou my lyppes and my mouthe shall shewe forth thy prayse For yf thou haddest desyred sacryfyces I had surely geuen it but thou delyteste not in burnte sacryfyces A sacryfyce to God is a lowly spyryte a contryte and an humble harte thou shalte not dyspyse O god Deale gently of thy fauourable benyuolence with Syon that the walles of Ierusalem maye be buylte agayne Then shalt thou accept the sacrifice of righteousnes oblacion and burte offrynges then shall they laye calues vpon thy aulter Glory be to the father and to the sonne and to the holy goost As it was in the begynnynge and as it is nowe and euer shal be So be it The C.i. Psalme Domine exaudi orationem meam LOrde heare my prayer let my clamour come vnto the. Turne not thy sace from me whē so euer I am troubled and bowe thyne eare vnto me In what so euer daye that I call on the heare me quyckely For my dayes haue vanysshed as smoke and my bones waxed drye as a fyre bronde I am stryken and my harte wythered lyke haye because I forgate to eate my bread With the noyse of my mournynge my bone hath cloued to the fleshe I am made lyke vnto a Pellycane of wyldernesse and am made lyke a nyght rauē in a house I haue waked am made lyke a sparow solitary in the roufe of an house Al daye dyd myne enemyes rayle vpon me they that praysed me conspyred agaynst me For I dyd eate ashes as breade and myngled my drynke with wepynge In regarde of thy wrathe and indygnacion for thou takynge me vp dyddeste cast me agaynste the grounde My dayes haue faded as a shadowe and I haue wythered lyke haye Thou Lorde abydeste for euer and thy memoryal is from one generacion to another Thou Lorde arysynge shalt haue mercy on Sion for it is tyme to haue mercye on it for the tyme commeth For the stones therof haue pleased thy seruauntes and they shall haue ruth on the grounde therof And the people shall feare thy name O Lord and all the kynges of the earth thy glory For the Lorde hathe buylded Syon and shal be sene in hys glory He hath regarded the speche of the humble hath not dyspysed theyr prayer Let these be wrytten in another generacion and the people that shall be created shall prayse the Lorde For he hathe loked downe frome his hyghe holye place the Lorde hath loked downe from heauē vnto the earth For to heare the waylynge of them that be fettered for to louse the sonnes of thē that were slayne That they shuld in Sion declare the name of the Lorde and his prayse in Ierusalem In assemblynge of people together