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A15967	The Psalter of Dauid newely translated into Englysh metre in such sort that it maye the more decently, and wyth more delyte of the mynde, be reade and songe of al men. Wherunto is added a note of four partes, wyth other thynges, as shall appeare in the epistle to the readar.; Bible. O.T. Psalms. English. Crowley.	Crowley, Robert, 1518?-1588.	1549 (1549)	STC 2725; ESTC S104580	117,190	355

he nought So is he benigne and gentle in all that he hath wrought The Lord is preste and styll at hande with all that on hym crye To all I saye that call on hym wyth herte vnfaynedly And to all such as do hym feare he doeth all that they wyll He doeth heare theyr clamour and crye and eke kepe them from ille The Lorde kepeth all that loue hym none ille shall come them nye ▪ But he destroyeth all that be wycked and vngodly My mouth shall speake the Lordes praises and all flesh shall declare ▪ Hys holy name from tyme to tyme tyll no tyme be to spare The .cxlvj. Psalme MY soule prayse thou the Lord for I wyll prayse him my lyfe longe And whylse I lyue vnto my God I wyll aye make my songe Put not your truste or confidence in princes or in man That hath no maner powre to saue though he do what he can Whose bodie when the breath is gone shal turne to earth agayne And then shall all hys thoughtes decaye as moste foleyshe and vayne The man is bleste that hath the God of Iacobbe for hys ayde And whose hope and only truste is vpon hys Lorde God stayed For he made boeth heauen and earth and all thynges in the same And hath kept hys true couenant for euer wythout blame So doeth he reuenge the oppreste and nourishe the hungrye And the Lord lowseth the captyue that lyue in miserie The Lorde doeth open the blyndes eies lyfte vp such as falle And the iust that walke in hys wayes he loueth aboue all He kepeth strayngers maketh Orphantes and wydowes hye But he depraueth men that are wycked and vngodly The Lorde thy God I saye Sion shall reigne for euer more Through all ages and tymes I saye prayse ye the Lorde therfore The .cxlvij. Psalme PRayse God for it is verie good and pleasaunt for to synge To our God and to geue hym prayse is also besemeynge For the citie Ierusalem the Lorde doeth buylde certayne And wyll gather suche as are fledde and brynge them home agayne He healeth the broken herted eke theyr sorowes all He hath the number of the starres doeth them by name calle Our Lord is greate and eke of powre excedynge greate in dede Whose wisedome and intellygence can not be numbered For he doeth brynge vp to honour mē that are oppressed And to the grounde he doeth caste downe such men as are wycked Synge to the Lorde wyth verse for verse and thanckes geueynge also And synge to our God wyth the harppe that so swetly doeth go For he doeth hyde the skye wyth clowdes and make rayne for the grounde And causeth great plentie of grasse on hygh hylles to be founde He geueth pasture and fedynge vnto the beastes all And to the rauens yonge chyckenes that do vpon hym call That he delyteth in is not the force of horses stronge Nor yet the legges of myghtie men be they neuer so longe And in such men as do feare are hym the Lord hath his delyte And in such as do tarie for hys mercie daye nyght O thou citie Ierusalem prayse the Lorde wythout staye ▪ And thou Sion prayse thou thy God and walke forth in hys waye For he doeth fortifie thy gates and make thy dore barres stronge So doeth he geue felicitie vnto thy chyldrē yonge And he hath ordeyned that peace should in all thy coastes be And wyth the fatnes of the wheate he hath satisfied the. He sendeth downe hys holye worde vnto the earth so lowe That it myght renne forth spedilye and that men myght hym knowe He geueth snowe as whyte as woule such is hys powre and myght And lyke asshes he sprinckeleth the hore froste in the nyght He casteth out his Isse lyke plates who can his colde sustayne And sendynge downe his holy worde he melteth them agayne He melteth them agayne I saye and maketh the wynde blowe Vpon them that the waters myght take theyr ryght course and flowe But vnto Iacob he geueth his worde and his precept And to Israell his decres and iudgmentes to be kept He hath not dealed on this sorte wyth any nation Nor shewed hys iudgmentes vnto them prayse the Lorde O Son The .cxlviij. Psalme OH you heauenly citisens prayse ye the Lorde on hye Prayse him in the hygh places and do hys name magnifie Prayse ye him Oh his angelles all that are his messengers Prayse hym also all ye that be hys heauenly souldiers Oh sunne and mone prayse ye the Lorde and all ye starres so cleare ▪ prayse ye the Lord Oh ye heauens that most hygh do appeare Ye hygh heauens I saye prayse hym and ye waters that be Heaped togither in the cloudes the Lorde your God prayse ye Let these thynges prayse the Lorde I saye and eke his holy name For at hys only worde he hath create made the same And them he hath established for euer to abyde And appoynted them an order from whiche they can not slyde Prayse ye the Lorde ye lyueynge thynges that on the earth do go Ye dragons and ye deapnesses prayse ye the Lorde also The fyre the hayle the snowe and myste and eke the wynde stormie That foloweth the Lordes precept let it prayse hym on hye The mountaynes and al little hylles the tree that fruitfull is And all the Ceders of the wodde prayse ye the kynge of blysse Let all bruite beastes and crepeynge thynges and all the byrdes that flye Let the kynges of the earth their peoples prayse hym truly Let the princes and all iudges that rule the earth by myght All yonge men and eke all virgynes prayse hym boeth daye and nyght Let all men that are of yeres olde and of tyme auncient And also men of growynge age to the lordes prayse be bent Let these I saye prayse the Lordes name for it only is hye And doeth excede the earth and eke the heauen in glorie And he hath made his people stronge and hys frendes prayse worthy The sonnes of Iacob a people that he setteth store by The .cxlix. Psalme SYnge a newe songe vnto the Lorde reioyce in hym alone And synge hys prayse in hys deare church and congregation Let Israell reioyse in hym that made him of nothynge And let the chyldrē of Sion reioyce in theyr owne kynge Let them prayse his name wyth the pype and eke wyth the tymbrelle And synge to hym vpon the harppe that sowneth swete and well For the Lorde doeth fauour his flocke and eke hys people all ▪ And doeth sett forth all such wyth health as are captyue and thralle Let them that be gentle and good reioyce wyth great honour And in theyr beddes let them reioyce and synge wyth great pleasure Let goddes prayse be styll in theyr throte let them speake no vayne worde And let goddes worde be in theyr hande as a two edged sword That on the Heathen they maye be reuenged of theyr wronge And right so correct the peoples that they shall dwell emonge

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

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