stake theyr nettes to the grownde Myne enmye is as the lyō that rampeth for hys praye And as the lyons whelpe that doeth lurcke in his den I saye Arise O Lord preuent thou hym cast him downe by thy myght Set my soule free from the wycked that is thy swerde to fyght Set me free from these mortall men that are thy powre and hand Lord set me free from them whose mynde to worldly thynges doeth stande Set me free from them that do seke theyr portion in this lyfe Out of thy storehouse fyll theyr mawse therby to ende theyr stryfe That theyr chyldrē maye haue wherwith them selues to satisfie And that there maye be some what lefte to theyr posteritie But I wyll loke vpon thy face in ryghtuousnes in dede And when I shall ryse lyke to the I shall be satisfied The .xviij. Psalme OVt of myne in moste bowelles Lord and from my verie herte I wyl loue the for my whole powre and only strength thou art The Lorde is my castell of stone and eke my fyghtynge toure My rescuar and eke my God and my rocke of succour To hym I wyll cleaue and styke faste he is my shylde in dede And also the horue of my health sure castel at nede The Lorde that is worthy of prayse I wyl aye calle vpon And I shall be preserued from myne enimies ech one The bandes great sorowes of death had compaste me about And the swifte streames of wycked men had fearde me wyth theyr route The cordes and sorowes of the deade had gyrded me certen So had the snares of death it selfe me sone ouertaken Whylse I therfore stode this in doubt and knewe no remedye Wyth herte I dyd call on the Lorde and to God dyd I crye And out of his holy temple he hearde my voyce streyght waye Euen as sone as my crye was entred his eares I saye He was moued and then the earth dyd shake excedyngly The bottomes of hylles were shaken because he was angry At hys nosthyrles there yshued smoke and at hys mouth fyre hotte In such maner that at the same coles were kenled I wotte He bowed the heauens and so came downe by hys wonderfull myght And vnder hys feete was dearcknes the daseynge of syght On Cherub he was caried flewe forth as I fynde Beynge borne vp and sustayned by the wynges of the wynde Lyke a tent for hys closet he set dearcknes on eche syde Nygh vnto hym and blacke waters wyth cloudes boeth thycke and wyde Through the excedyng greate bryghtnes that in hys presence was ▪ Great hayle and burnynge coles also dyd thorowe hys clowdes passe The Lorde dyd thunder from heauē and the moste hygh dyd speake Great hayle and also burnynge coles out of hys cloudes dyd breake He shot forth shaftes scattered hys foes and dyd them wounde And moch lyghtnynge wherwith he dyd cast them flatte to the grounde Then were the moste depe places of the seas made ryght open The wonderfull depe seas I saye whither the waters renne And at the checke thou gauest them Lord when thou waste angred The bases and grownd worckes of the earth were vncouered But from heauē the Lorde sent downe his hande and set me free And out of most myghtie waters by force he dyd drawe me He set me free from deadly foes that were myghtye and stronge And from my spytfull enimies that were my maysters longe These dyd preuent me in the tyme of my calamitie But the Lorde was my leaneynge staffe and sure poste to stand by He brought me forth into a place wyde full of pleasure And set me free because he dyd beare to me greate fauour The Lord requited me my mede after my ryghtuousenes And gaue to me rewarde after myne hādes vngyltines For the ways of the Lorde I dyd alwayes kepe and obserue And frō my God I dyd neuer declyne a syde nor swarue For in my sygth all his decrees and lawes I do holde faste And the maners that he doeth teach from me I do not caste Before hym do I leade my lyfe pure and vndefiled And so I kepe myself that I do nought that is wycked The Lorde therfore requiteth me as my lyfe is vpryght And as myne handes are innocent and gylt lesse in his syght Thou wylt shewe mercie vnto hym that doeth studie mercie And wylt be faythfull to suche as do in dede faythfully To the curteise thou art gentyll but vnto the frowarde That walke crokedly thou also geuest alyke rewarde For people that be afflicted thou doest preserue and kepe And eies that are loftie thou doest pul downe and cause to wepe And thou O Lord arte he that doest geue my candle hir lyght And my Lord God is he that doeth make all my dearcknes bryght For in the do I breake thorowe the armed armayes all And in my God I say I do leape quite ouer the walle The waye of God is wythout spot and the Lordes worde is pure And to all them that trust in hym it is a targate sure For whoe is it bysydes the Lorde that is a God of myght Or who is it bysydes our God that is a rocke sure pyght The same is God that teacheth me to be myghtie in wars And maketh my waye expedite in martiall affares He maketh my fete lyke the fete of the hyndes that are swyfte And he it is that placeth me on hygh in my stepe clyfte He doeth enstructe myne handes to warre and teacheth me that skyll He geueth me strenght in myne armes to breake a bowe of stele Thou hydst me wyth thy shylde of health thy powre doeth me sustayne And of thy goodnes causest me ouer many to reygne My steppes and my path vnder me thou haste made large and wyde Leste my ioynctes should stacker and then it myght chaunce me to slyde I persecuted myne enemyes and dyd thē apprehende And dyd neuer returne tyll I had brought them to theyr ende I wounde them in such sort that they can neuer ryse agayne And vnder my fete they do fall as men that are quyte slayne Thou doest enstruct me vnto warre wyth the powre martiall And when any ryse agaynst me thou castest them downe all Thou causest that my deadly foes do turne theyr backe to me And that I maye destroy al them that myne enimyes be They cald and cryed but ther was none that would them kepe or saue Vnto the Lord they cryed I saye and he no answere gaue I pounde them lyke vnto the duste that wyth the wynde doeth flye So do I breake them lyke the dyrt that in the streate doeth lye From the peoples contentions Lord thou doest set me free Thou makest me heade of nations strange people do serue me So sone as they heard wyth theyr eares they dyd to me apply Strayngars sonnes submitted them selfe vnto me faynedly The strayngars wythered awaye theyr freshe courage dyd fall And in theyr secrete closettes they were sore amased all Let the Lorde lyue and let hym be praysed
haste oute of the wombe drawne me And in my suckynge dayes I dyd put all my trust in the. From the daye of my byrthe I haue bene lefte to the onlye And from my mothers wombe thou hast ben my God certaynely Do not withdraw thy selfe farre of be not from me absent For there is no man for to helpe and trouble is present Greate bulles haue compassed me rounde wyth an vnruly route And myghtye men of Basan haue beset me round aboute Against me haue they opened their mouth wonderfull wyde Lyke as a lyon that rampeth and roreth in hys pryde I am poured out like water my bones are let aparte And as the wax that is molten so is in me myne herte My strength dryeth vp lyke a shell and my tonge cleaueth faste To my chekes and into the duste of deathe brought me to haste Dogges and ylle men haue me byset and bounde me in their bandes And as a lyon they haue gnawen my fete eke myne handes I myght haue numbred al my bones they were sene so planely But these men loke vpon me and are delyted greatly They haue diuided emonge them all my garmentes I wotte And whyche of them shoulde haue my cote they haue tryed by lotte But thou O Lorde be not farre of O my strength and my powre Make haste O Lorde thy poore seruaunt for to helpe and succoure Delyuer my soule from the sworde and let not me be torne Wyth madde dogges nor with lyons teeth nor wyth vnicornes horne Thyne holy name will I declare to my brethren eche one And prayse the in the middle of the congregacyon All ye that feare the Lorde prayse hym prayse him all Iacobs seede And all the seede of Israel feare ye the Lord in deede For the poore mans afflyctyon he hath not neglected Neyther turned away hys face but hearde when he cryed Beynge in a great concyon I prayse the Lorde onely And in their fyghte that do feare hym my vowes perfourme will I. The poore the abiect shal eate they shal al haue their fyll Suche as seke the Lorde shal prayse hym their herte shall lyue styll And all the quartars of the earth shall haue remors of mynde And shal conuert them to the Lord as reasone doeth them bynde All the housholdes and families that on the earth be founde Shall humble them before hys face and lye flat on the grounde For vnto the Lord only al kingedom doeth appertayne And emonge the heathen people the Lorde hym selfe doeth raygne The fat and welthy of the earth shal eate and do worshype And all mysers shal bowe to hym because he doeth them kepe All such shal bowe their knees to hym as do fall in the duste Because he kept their lyfe when that they sayed nedes dye we muste The ofspringe and posteritie shal him serue and obeye And for euer more vnto him their trybute shal they paye To the people that is not borne they shall resort and tell Hys iustyce and hys equyte because it doeth excell The .xxiij. Psalme THe Lord is my sheperde and I shall neuer stand in nede For in pasture exceadinge good he leadeth me to fede He causeth me to laye me doune in pasture full of grasse And dryueth me to caulme waters that be so cleare as glasse He calleth my soule backe agayn and causeth me to make My iourney in the waye of ryght for his holy names sake Thoughe I shoulde go through the valey of the shadowe of death I wil be withoute feare of yll all the dayes of my breath For thou arte aye present with me thou doest me not forsake Thy rodde and staffe do comforte me and do me merye make Ouer agaynst my foes thou wylt spreade a table for me Annoynte myne heade wyth oyle and fyl my cuppe with greate plentie But let thy mercyfull goodnes folowe me all my lyfe And then shall I dwel in thyne house wythoute debate or stryfe The .xxiiij. Psalme THe earth and al that it holdeth do to the lorde belonge The world and al that dwel therin as wel the olde as yonge For it is he that aboue al the seas hath it founded And that aboue the freshe waters hathe the same prepared Who is it that shal ascend vp into the lordes mountayne And who shal in his holy place abyde styl and remayne That shall the man with giltlesse handes and hert pourged throughly Who doeth not geue his mynde nor swere to fraude nor vanitye The same shall receyue of the Lorde blessinge and al encrease And of hys God and sauyoure he shal haue ryghteousnes This is the nacion of them that seke the Lorde I saye It is the seede of Iacob that seketh his face alwaye Lyfte vp youre heades and ope ye gates and ye dores eternall And then that moste gloriouse kynge shall passe in at you all Who is that kynge so gloryouse the Lorde stronge and myghtye The Lord that is moste noble in the powre of chyualrye Lyfte vp your heades and ope ye gates ye dores eternall And then that moste gloryouse kynge shall passe in at you all Who is that kynge so gloryouse let vs knowe whiche is he The Lorde of Hostes is that same kynge so gloriouse to se The .xxv. Psalme O Lorde to the I lyfte myne herte my God I truste in the Let me not take shame leste my foes shoulde reioyce ouer me Yea Lorde let none that truste in the be put to open shame But let them that do fall from the be put in all the blame O Lorde make thy wayes knowne to me teache me thy lawes I saye Do thou vse me vnto thy pathes and trayne me in thy waye Lorde leade thou me forth in thy trueth and by vse make me stronge For thou arte God my Sauioure whome I seke al daye longe Remember thy mercyes O Lorde eke thy greate goodnes For sence the worlde was fyrste create they dyd yet neuer cease Lorde beare not the synnes of my youthe any longer in mynde But forget al the wickednes that thou doest in me fynde But for thy goodnes sake O Lorde I hūbly beseche the. Accordynge to thy greate mercye be thou myndfull of me The Lorde is good and eke rightwyse no man can this denye And therfore wyll enstruct synners in the waye certaynelye He wil guyde the meke in iudgement they shall do ryght I saye And the lowly in spyryte he wyl accustome to hys waye Al the wayes of the Lorde are founde mercye and trueth certes To them that kepe his couenaunt and hys testymonyes O Lorde forgeue my wyckednes for thine holy names sake For myne iniquitie is greate do not thou me forsake Whoso feareth the Lorde the same he wyl leade in the waye That he hym selfe shall chuse and wylbe his succoure and staye Hys mynd shal tarye in good thinges euer wythoute greuaunce Hys seede also shall haue the earth for their enherytaunce The Lorde shall make hys secrete knowne to them that do him feare In lyke
blowynge of trumpet For the worde of the Lorde is ryght and all hys worckes sure set He loueth iustice iudgment these thynges please hym greatly And the earth is replenished and full of hys mercie At his worde were the heauens made by hys wonderfull myght And at the breathynge of hys mouth all theyr armies so bryght The waters of the sea he doeth congregate as an heape Right so in moste secrete closettes he doeth laye vp the deape Let all the earth and all that dwell in the worlde prayse the Lorde Because all that he sayeth is done all is made at hys worde He disapoynteth the counselles of the Heathen ech one And doeth differ the subtyle thoughtes of ech greate nation But the Lordes counsell standeth styll the thoughtes of hys herte Do not decay but are fully fulfylled in eche parte The people that hath the Lorde for theyr God hath ryght good chaunce So hath the flocke that he hath chose for his enheritaunce The Lorde loketh downe from heauen doeth all men behold He loketh downe from his dwellynge boeth vpon yonge and olde He hath made the hertes of all men togyther in hys powre And vnderstandeth all theyr worckes euerie daye and houre The kynge is not kept in saulftie thorowe hys greate armye Nor the strong man doeth scape daynger because he is myghtye The horse is a disceytfull thynge to be preserued by Though he be stronge for he shall not deliuer certaynely Beholde the Lordes eye loketh on such mē as do him feare So doeth it on suche as trust on hys mercye so tender That he might delyuer their soules out of the handes of death And nouryshe them at suche time as honger them oppresseth Let oure soules therfore loke for him with all obedience For he is oure helpe and also the shylde of our defence For in him shall our herte reioyce because we do cleaue faste Vnto hys holy name whiche is our comforte and repaste Lorde let thy mercyful goodnes vpon thy seruauntes be Euen as by truste and confydence we do depende of the. The .xxxiiij. Psalme AT all tymes and ceasons I wyll prayse the Lorde God certayne For in my mouthe hys holy prayse doeth euer more remayne My soule shal glorye in the Lorde and in none other thynge Whych when the afflicted shall heare they shall make reioyceynge Se that wyth me you magnifie the Lord that is aboue Let vs prayse hys name togither as reasone doeth vs moue I sought the Lorde diligently he heard my requeste And from al feare that I was in he hath set me at reste Men shall loke backe to hym shall renne to hys companie Theyr faces shal not blushe for he wyll none of them denie The Lord hearde this afflicted man when he dyd on him crye And then he dyd preserue and kepe hym frō hys miserye The angell of the Lorde doeth pytch hys tentes about them all That ieare the Lorde and doeth set cleare such men as erste were thrall Taste and see that the Lorde is good and full of all mercie The man is blessed that doeth truste in hym vnfaynedly O ye saynctes of the Lorde feare him and do hym reuerence For to such as feare hym ther is no nede nor indigence The yonge lions and fierse tyrannes suffer honger and nede But such as seke the Lorde shall haue good thynges plentie in dede Drawe nere my sonnes drawe nere I saye and geue to me good eare Come vnto me I saye for I wyll teach you the Lordes feare Whoe so thou be that doeste desyre to lyue and good dayes see Loke that in thy tonge and thy lyppes none ylle or disceyte be Flee from yll and do that good is whereof commeth no blame Seke thou for peace diligently then ensue the same Vpon the iuste man the lordes eies are ful fyred and bent And hys eares to the prayars of such as be innocent But his sterne lokes are bent on thē that do worcke wyckedly That out of the arth he maye cutte theyr fame and memorie The iuste men crye and the Lorde doeth heare and graunt theyr prayer And out of all theyr myseries he doeth them deliuer The Lord is styll redie at hande with them that do repent And kepeth them whose spirite is to repentaunce styll bent Many yuelles misfortunes do the ryghteouse man befall But the Lorde doeth delyuer him and ryd hym of them all And all the bones of his bodye the Lord kepeth certayne So that not one emonge them al can be broken in twayne But yll chaunce and mysfortune shall destroye the vngodly And suche as hate the iuste shal be destroyed vtterly And the Lorde shall redeme the lyfe of hys true seruauntes all And of them that do trust in hym none shall peryshe or fall The .xxxv. Psalme TAke thou my stryfe in hande O Lorde assaute them that saute me Take the to shylde and speare and ryse myne helper for to be Pull out thy speare come out to mete my persecutours fel Saye to my soule I am thyne health thy matters shall go well Let thē that seke my lyfe take shame and eke ignominie Let them be dryuen backe wyth shame that thyncke euyll vnto me Let them be made lyke to the dust that with the winde doeth flye And let the aungell of the Lorde dryue them vyolently Let their waye be darcke and slyprye that they may slyde and fall And let the aungell of the Lorde persequute them wyth all For wythoute cause the pytte of their net haue they for me hyd Ryght so a great trenghe for my soule causeles they haue digged Let the mysery that they did not fore se on them fall And let the net they hyd take them and let them be made thraule But my soule shall greatly reioyce in the Lorde God for aye She shall reioyce in hys salfegarde and all my bones shall saye O Lorde who is lyke the that doest rescue the conquyred And take the poore and nedye from him that hath hym forced There dyd aryse fierse wytnesses men violent in dede And asked me of thynges that I neuer Imagyned They requited me euel for good such was theyr cruell wyll And for the helpe they had of me they sought me for to kyll But when I hearde that they were sycke and wyth disease greued I ware sacke cloth and wyth fastynge my soule I afflicted The prayer that I made for them when they were in distresse I woulde should lyght vpon my selfe in tyme of heauines I went as though my faythfull frende or brother had dyed As one that mourneth hys mother in blacke I was clothed But in the tyme of myne haltynge when I was weakened They dyd reioyce excedyngly and were congregated The lame flocked agaynste me when I dyd thyncke nothynge lesse And frō theyr bytter raylynge wordes they dyd then neuer cease And the dissemblynge hypocrites that do serue theyr bealy Dyd grenne and gnaske theyr teeth at me as men full of enuie O Lorde howe longe
wylt thou beholde thys and fuffer them styll Rydde me from theyr oppression and from theyr cruell wyll Then wyl I celebrate thy name in a grat companie And will prayse the in a people that is strong and myghtie Let them not reioyce ouer me that causelesse my foes be Neyther let them wyncke wyles wyth me that wythout cause hate me They speake no worde that shoulde brede peace peace is not theyr intent But agaynste the quiete they do disceytefull wordes inuent They thruste out the mouth agaynste me and stornefully they saye Haha haha our eie hath sene this mans vtter decaye And thou O Lorde haste sene this thyng do thou not dissemble Neyther be thou far of from me when they do assemble Aryse awake that thou mayste iudge my cause as ryght doeth stande My God Lorde arise that thou maiste take my cause in hande O Lorde my God for thy iustice do thou geue me my right And suffer them not to reioyce ouer me in thy syght Let them not saye thus in their hert haha we haue our mynde Let them not saye we haue eate hym let thē no suche cause fynde Let them all take shame and rebuke that of myne ylle reioyce Cloth them wyth shame that speake againste me with a braggynge voyce Let suche as woulde I had my ryght reioyce greatly and saye The Lorde that woulde hys seruaūtes peace be magnifyed alwaye And on my tong Lord thy iustyce shal sowne dylygently And vpon thy most worthy prayse my tonge shal runne dayly The .xxxvi. Psalme THe vngodlye mans wyckednesse testyfyeth in myne herte That of the feare of God there is in him no maner parte For in hys owne conceyte he doeth stande wonderfully well Tyll suche tyme as hys wyckednes doeth all hatered excel Vniuste and disceytfull are the wordes of hys mouth eche one And of the doctryne that doeth teache to do good he wyl none In hys bed he inuenteth synne and doeth himselfe addresse To walke forth in a wycked waye he doeth no vice represse O Lorde thy mercie is aboue in the heauens so hye And aboue all the elementes thy trueth and veritie Thy iustice is lyke great mountaynes thy iudgmentes ryght depe Boeth man and beaste thou wylt O Lorde alwaye preserue and kepe Thy mercifull goodnes O God is ryght famouse in dede And to thy charge the sonnes of men haue them selfe committed Through the greate plētie of thyne house they shall be druncke I thyncke Of the streame of thy delicates thou wylt geue them to dryncke For the vene or fountayne of lyfe is in thyn hande or myght And in thy bryghtnes thy seruauntes shall alwaye perceyue lyght Spreade out thy mercie ouer them that do acknowledge the And eke thy ryghtuousenes on them that of vpright herte be Let no fote of pryde come to me make proude men from me flye Let me not be moued by the powre of the vngodly For emōg them such men as haue wrought wyckednes dyd fall They were driuen magrea theyr heade they had no staye at all The .xxxvij. Psalme THough thou se many wycked men be not therfore angry Neither do thou enuie them that do worcke iniquitie For as the heye they are cut downe full sodenly in dede And as the florishyng grene grasse they shal be sone dryed Put thou thy truste in the Lorde and do the thynge that good is Dwell in the lande and nourishe fayth doynge no thynge amysse And se thou do delyght thy selfe in the Lord God alone And then shall he geue vnto the thyne hertes petition Caste thou thy waye vpon the Lorde lett him gouerne it styll Leane vpon him that he may do by the after hys wyll Then shall he brynge thy ryghtuousenes abroade lyke a cleare lyght And thy iudgementes and perfect lyfe lyke as the myddaye bryght Kepe thy thought secrete to the Lord and wayte vpon hys wyll Do not stomake the good successe of the man that doeth ylle Remitte anger wythout delaye and let thy furie passe Let not thyne anger be so greate that thou committe trespas For such as do euell shall perishe be cut out doubtlesse But they that wayte on the Lordes wyl shal the earthe aye possesse Yet a litle whyle and then the wycked shal be nowhere And when thou lokeste toward hys place ther shall no man appeare In the meane tyme the afflycted shall all the earth possesse And shal be throughly delited wyth prosperouse successe Agaynste the iuste and godlye man the wycked doeth inuent And gnasheth at hym wyth hys teeth hys wrath is so feruent But the Lord laugheth hym to scorne because he doeth forese Hys laste daye destruction nygh at hande for to be The wycked do drawe out theyr swerde and bende theyr bowe wyth myght To cast downe the pore nedie slocke and kyll them that go ryght But theyr owne sworde shall pearse theyr herte and stryke it thorowe quite And all theyr bowes shal be broken they shal do vs no spyte The lytle that the iuste man hath is much better doubtlesse Then the great richesse that the noble wycked men possesse For the armes of the vngodly shal be brokē in twayne But the iuste men the Lorde hym selfe wyll vnderset certayne The tyme also of innocentes the Lorde knoweth right sure And the enheritaunce of thē shall euermore endure In the tyme of aduersitie they shall suffer none ylle And when the honger is moste greate they shall aye haue theyr fyll For the vngodly shall perishe the Lordes enimies shall Be wasted lyke preciouse lambes smoke shall consume them all The vngodlye renneth in det doeth not paye agayne But the iuste man is liberall and geueth muche certayne For hys blessed chyldren shall haue the earth by heritage And hys curssed sorte shal be cut out ere they come to age The Lord ruleth a mans fotesteppes and lyketh well hys waye When he slydeth he falleth not for the Lord doeth hym staye I haue bene yonge and am nowe olde yet the eies in myne heade Dyd neuerse the iuste deserte nor hys seede begge theyr breade For he is dayly lyberall doeth lend with good wyll And his seede and posteritie haue of al thynges theyr fyll Flye thou from yll and do the thynge that is good and godly And then thou maiste be sure thou shalt euer dwell pleasantly For the Lorde loueth iuste iudgment he doeth therin delyght The wayes of them that do iustly are pleasante in hys syght Hys saynctes he doeth neuer forsake but kepeth them for aye But the seede of the vngodly he routeth out I saye The iuste men shall possesse the earth by ryght of heritage And shall inhabyte vpon it to the ende of all age The iuste mans mouth doeth commune of wysedome and sapience So doeth his tonge speake iuste iudgment wyth carefull diligence In his hert the lawe of his God is grounded and faste pyght His fote steppes shall not bende nor bowe his lyfe shal be vpright The vngodly man layeth wayte
do glorie And thy name do we celebrate O God eternallye But thou hast caste vs of and hast brought vs to open shame Thou goest not forth wyth our armies nor doest prospere the same Thou turnest vs to flyght before our enimies I saye And they that hate vs moste deadly do carie home the praye Thou haste appoynted vs as shepe chosen to be kylled And emonge Heathen nations thou haste vs scattered Thou hast solde thy people for nought this do we se full well Thou doest not reyse the price of theÌ„ settyng them out to sell To be reuiled of oure neyghbours thou doest set vs out And makest vs a mockynge stocke to them that dwell about Thou makest vs a matter for the heathen to talke of And a worthy matter wherat all nations maye scoffe Myne ignominie reproch is dayly in my syght And shame hath couered my face to thyncke on theyr despyght I blushe I saye to heare the talke of them that rayle at me And for my foes and such as would so fayne reuenged be All these thynges do happen to vs yet we forget the not Neyther be we founde vnfaythfull in thy comnaunt I wot Our herte returneth not backe warde we fauour thy wayes styll Neither do our steppes swarue a syde from thy pathes and thy wyll When thou dydste waste vs in the place where the greate dragons were And couer vs wyth the shadowe of death whych man doeth feare If we had then forgote the name of our God and our kynge Declareynge our hertes to a straynge God of mans inuentynge Thyncke ye God woulde not haue required it incontinent For he knoweth the secretes of the hert and the intent But for thy sake we are kylled dayly this is certayne And are estemed as a flocke appoynted to be slayne Awake whye doest thou sheepe O Lorde awake O Lorde I saye Do not caste of thy pore seruantes forsake them for aye Whye doeste thou hyde thy face from vs and thy bryght countenaunce Forgettynge our affliction and oure deadly greauaunce For our lyfe is made very base no better then the duste Our bealy cleaneth to the grownde to lyue we haue no luste Arise helpe vs O Lord I saye in this our great distresse Redeme vs for thy greate mercie and for thy greate goodnes The xlv Psalme SOme goodnes doeth myne herte belche out my meanynge is godly My worckes and dedes vnto the kynge playnly declare wyll I. My tonge is lyke the penne of one that wryteth most swyftely And in my talke I speake my wordes verie expeditely But emonge mortall men thou arte most eloquent of all Thou haste a grace in wordes for God gaue the gyftes eternall O thou myghtie man gyrde thy sword vpoÌ„ thy thygh I saye Thy glorie and magnificence put on and the araye And in thyne owne magnificeÌ„ce ryde thou prosperousely Vpon the worde of trueth mekenes that dealeth truly And thy right hande and myghtie powre shall the enstructe and teache To do thynges that are wonderfull and beyonde all mens reache Thy shaftes excedynge sharpe shal pearse the herte of such as be The kinges enmies and much people shal be subiect to the. Thy princely seate shall stande for aye O God stronge and myghtie The scepter of thy kyngdome is the mase of equitie Thou loueste ryght and hateste wronge because God annoynted The wyth the oyle of gladnes more theÌ„ other elected All thy garmentes do sauour of Mirre Aloies and gynger Brought out of house of Iuory to make the myrâ—er Emonge thy noble women are kynges daughters most demure And thy wyfe is at thy ryght hande decked in gould moste pure Geue eare daughter and marcke me wel bowe downe thyne eare I saye Thou doste forget thy people thy fathers house for aye For the kyng doeth verie greatly lust after thy beautie And for because he is thy Lord honoure thou hym onely The daughter of Tirus also shall wyth gyftes sue to the And in lyke maner shall they that of the richest sorte be All the kynges daughters glorie is within forth conteyned Hir garmeÌ„tes are of most pure gould ryght conyngly weaued In robes embrothered she shal be brought vnto the kynge Hir handmaydes and companions men shal vnto the brynge They shall be brought to the I saye wyth ioye and reioyceynge And after that they shall come to the palaice of the kynge And in the stede of thy fathers chyldren shall the succede By whome thou shalt appoynt the whole earth to be gouerned I wyll be myndefull of thy name for euer more I saye And therfore shall the nations celebrate the for aye The .xlvi. Psalme GOd is our refuge and our streÌ„gth in all our miserie And a moste present succour in our great aduersitie Wherfore we wyll not feare thoughe the earth moue out of hir place And though the hylles emydde the sea do threate to falle apase Yea though the waues therof shoulde rage and forowe vp the slyme And make the greate hylles tremble when they do agaynst them clyme Yet shal the streames of the ryuer styll refreshe goddes Citie And the holye place of the tentes of the Lord God moste hye God is in the myddle therof wherfore it shall not fall He shall helpe it before it do take any harme at all Let the heatheÌ„ styr vp tumultes kyngdomes make styrrynges And let the earth breake in sunder wyth passynge greate criynges Yet doth the Lorde of hostes styll stande faste by vs at oure nede Iacobs God is our stronge tower and oure defence in dede Come hyther and veholde the worckes of the Lorde wyth your eyne What wonders he hath wrought on earth thorowe his powre diuine To the vtmost partes of the earth all warres he appeaseth He breaketh bowes he shreddeth speares charettes he burneth Send backe and acknowledge that I am the Lorde God alone Moste hygh emonge the nations on earth lyke me is none The Lord of hostes is on our syde he doeth styll take our parte Iacobs God is our high castell he wyll not from vs starte The .xlvij. Psalme YE people all clappe wyth your handes declare your herte therby Syng vnto God wyth merie voyce reioyce most hertily For the Lorde is moste hygh I saye eke to be feared A ryght greate kynge he is by whome al the earth is ruled He subdueth whole contreys of people vs to obeye So doeth he ryght greate nations vnder our fete I saye He hath chosen and pyked out for vs oure heritage The worthynes of Iacob whome he loued in yonge age God ascendeth wyth freshe syngynge and wyth greate melodie Wyth the blaste and sowne of trumpettes the Lorde goeth vp on hye Synge vnto God synge vnto hym synge ye vnto our kynge Synge to our God and kyng I saye alwaye wythout ceaseynge For God is kynge of all the earth and ruleth in the same Synge vnto him synge conynglye vnto his holy name God reygneth ouer nations and the Heathen alone God sytteth on hys
lo they laye wayte for my soule and conspyre agaynste me Not for any offence or fault Lord that in me they see Not prouoked by me they do hastly them selfes prepare Wherfore arise thou and helpe me and loke vpon my care O Lord of hostes O Iacobs God awake visite the heathen Shewe thou no mercie to them that to wickednes are geuen Let them returne emptie at nyght and let them hole lyke houndes And make them wander rounde about the cities and the townes Beholde they speake agaynste me wyth their mouthes and swerdes are hyd Vnder theyr lyppes for they are not for such thynges reproued But thou O Lorde shalt euer haue them in derision The heathen Lorde thou shalt deride and laugh them all to skorne I do ascribe to the O God all my strēgth and my power For thou art my falfegard good Lorde and only defender Thy goodnes to thy pore seruant thou shewest plentuousely And lettest me se my desyer vpon myne enimie Lorde destroy not them sodenlye leste my people forget But as thou art oure defender do them in sunder sette For theyr proude and statly wordes Lorde take thou them in theyr pride And for theyr periurie and lyes suffer them not to byde Consume them Lord in thy furie consume them cleane awaye That they may knowe that God ruleth in all the earth this daye Let them returne emptie at nyght let them howle lyke houndes And make them wander rounde about the cities and the townes Let them wander about I saye and seke whereon to feede And let them not fynd sustinaunce to satisfie theyr nede Wyth reioyceynge I shall declare thy myght and greate goodnes Because thou arte my tower of strength refuge in distres To the I saye O God my strength wyll I reioyce and synge Because thou arte my whole defence and most mercifull kynge The .lx. Psalme O God thou dydest vs forsake reiect waste moued But nowe thou arte pleased agayn and hast vs receyued Thou dashedest the earth together and brakest it in twayne But nowe repare the brackes therof for it shaketh certayne Hard chaunce and misse fortune thou hast layed on thy peoples lot And haste geuen vs such wyne to dryncke as is deadly I wot Yet haste thou geuen a sygne to them that do walke in thy feare That they should triumph in thy trueth in no wise dispeare Let thy power saue thy beloued that they do not dispeare Shewe forth thy powre I saye good Lord heare thy seruantes prayer Because God hath spoken the worde wyth in hys holy place I shal wyth ioye diuide Sichem and Sochothes vale by pase Galaad and eke Manasses are myne but Ephraim ▪ Is the key of my kyngdome and Iuda my lawes doeth deme In Moah wyll I laye my fylth and ouer Edom skyppe And thou palastine sue to me for fauour and frendshyppe Who shall leade me into that forte that myghtie stronge citie Who shal conducte me to Edom and my salfe conduct be Shalt not thou do it O my God who didest vs forsake And wouldest not walke wyth our men whē we dyd the wars take O God helpe thou in al distresse for mans helpe is but vayne But we shall fyght stoutly through God by whom our foes are slayne The .lxj. Psalme OH God heare thy pore seruantes crye and hearcken to my prayer And let not my voyce and my crye in vayne trouble the ayer From the vtmost partes of the earth I shall crye vnto the In the distres of mynde when myn herte amased shal be Then shall I saye Oh Lorde set me vpon thy rocke so hye For thou arte my refuge strength agaynste myne enimie In thy tente wyll I dwell for aye that I maye dwell salfly Vnder the shadowe of thy wynges is my desyre to lye For thou O God hast heard my vowes pondered my desyres And such men as do feare thy name Lorde thou hast made thyne heyers To the kynge do thou geue long lyfe that hys yeres maye enduer Through many generations to thy wyll pleasure Let the kyng syt before the Lord for euer and a daye And let thy mercie and thy trueth preserue the same alwaye Then shall I neuer sease to synge vnto thy holy name That I maye performe all my vowes dayly vnto the same The .lxij. Psalme ONly on God my soule loketh hath to hym respect For in hym and in none other myne health taketh effect For he onelye is my sure grownde my salfgard and defence So that my fall can not be greate through fleshly violence How longe wil you studie disceyte agaynst all maner men Ye shal al perishe as the walle or hedge that is broken Lord these men woulde blot out my lyfe they play the lyars parte Wyth the mouth they do praye for me but cursse me wyth theyr herte Neuerthelesse O thou my soule do thou to God enclyne For frō him only doeth thy truste and thyne onely hope shyne For he only is my sure grounde my saluation I shall not fall he is my strength and my tuition Myne health lyeth in God alone my glorie and my myght And in the Lord my confidence only trust is pyght O put your trust in him alwaye ye people of the land Pour out your hertes before the Lord in whome our hope doeth stande As for men they are all but vayne and delyted to lye And are as lyght in a balance as is vayne vanitie Put no truste in mysse gotten goodes ne serue you vanitie And when you do flowe in richesse set not to much therby God hath spoken this one thyng twyse wherfore it is certayne And I myselfe haue heard him saye that in him strength doeth raygne He sayde also that in the Lord is goodnes and mercie And that he doeth reward eche man after as his worckes be The .lxiij. Psalme O God thou arte my myghtie God my salfe gard defence Wherfore I wyl seke the ech daye wyth carfull diligence My soule thyrsteth for the O Lord my fleshe hath a luste To taste of the in this drye lande where for water is duste Thus do I that I maye behold the in thy holy place That I maye se thy mightie power glorie of thy face For lyfe it selfe is not so swete as thy loueyng kyndnes Wherfore to shewe thy worthy prayse my lyppes shall neuer sease And so shall I duryng my lyfe alwaye magnifie the And in thy name lyfte vp myne handes as it becommeth me Then shall my soule be satisfied as wyth most swete fatnes ▪ And therfore shall my lyppes reioyce and my mouth shewe thy prayse O Lord when I lye in my bed I shall remembre the And whē I wake out of my slepe on the my thought shall be For thou only art he from whom all myne helpe doeth procede And in the shadowe of whose wynges my soule is delited O Lorde my soule cleaueth to the thy righthand is my staye Let thē that would destroye my soule
syncke downe to hell for aye Make them of force to fall vpon the edge of the sharpe swerde And of the rauenyng woulfes Lorde let thē be deuoured But the kynge shall reioyce in God eche man be praysed That swereth by his holy name and lyars mouthes stopped The .lxiiij. Psalme IN my complaynt Lorde heare my voyce hearken to my crie And preserue my lyfe frō the feare of the fierce enimie Lorde hyde me from the counsell of men that are vngodly And frō the vprores of such men as do worcke wyckedly For these men do sharpen theyr tonges euen as they were sharpe swordes And as wyth a bowe that is bent they shote forth bytter wordes That they may hurte men priuily whose lyfe is innocent And stryke and wounde them sodenly not feareynge to be shent They make themselfe stronge in mischiefe and studie snares to hyde And then they saye thus wyth themselues howe can these thynges be spyed They do imagyne wyckenes kepe it in couerte Eche man hydeth hys mischiefe in the bottō of hys herte But God shall stryke them sodenly euen wyth a sharpe arrowe Wherby they shall be sore wounded pearsed quite thorowe Yea theyr owne tonges shall make them fall and be as men forlorne Then shall as many asse them laugh and dryue them to scorne All men shall se this thynge I saye shall boldly confesse That goddes owne hande hath done this dede to punishe wyckednes But the iuste shall reioyse trust in God the Lord only And all that be of vpright hert shall ioye excedyngly The .lxv. Psalme O God thou only art worthy to haue prayse in Sion And that all the people do paye theyr vowes to the alone For thou hearest the prayers of thy people in theyr nede Wherfore all men resorte to the wyth full trust for to spede The reckenynge of our wyckednes was more then we coulde paye But thou Lorde for thy great mercy haste put our synnes awaye The man that is chosen of the is happy right sure That in thy courte and temple he shal dwell in greate pleasure O God oure health O the refuge of all coastes of the land And of them that do dwel far of in the seas sea sand O thou I saye that by thy power haste set the hyll so sure And art euer gyrded about wyth strenght that wyll endure O thou that doest quiete the seas and the rude peoples rage In thy iustice thou hast sharplye threatned thyne heritage So that all they that dwell far of shall feare when they shall se Thy tokens for thou makeste boeth euen morne to prayse the. Thou haste caused the earth to chappe for lacke of hir due rayne And haste wyth plentie of water shotte vp hir chappes agayne O God thy riuer is brymme full wherby thou doest prepare All maner grayne for man whych thou causest the earth to beare Thou doeste water hir forowes causeste hir cloddes to fall Thou supplest hir wyth water dropes and geuest encrease wyth all Thou doest crowne and set forth the yere of thy passyng goodnes And to poure downe dropes of plentie thy cloudes do neuer sease The pastures of the desert are fayre and full of plentie And the litle hylles are beset wyth all fertylytie The fieldes and valleys of the earth haue for theyr couerynge Such flockes of shipe and plottes of grayne that they reioyce and synge The .lxvj. Psalme ALl earthly men reioyce to God and prayse hys holy name Set forth hys praise I saye geue glorie vnto the same Saye vnto God Oh in thy worckes howe wonderfull art thou For the plētie of thy power doeth cause thyne enmies to bowe All they that dwell vpon the earth shall honour the O Lorde And shall all synge to the and to thy name wyth one accord Oh come hither and se the worckes of God and tell me then Howe farre his coūselles do excede the wytte of mortall men The sea he turned to drye lande and gaue passage therby Wherfore our fathers dyd reioyce in him excedyngly By his power he hath aye ruled the world and doeth beholde All contreys wyth his eie so that no rebelles dare be bolde O ye people preach ye our God and make his name be knowne By you let the voyce of his prayse throughout the earth be blowne For this is he that doeth preserue our soules euer on lyue And suffereth not our fete to slyp when we wyth Satan stryue O God though thou do proue trye vs as syluer is tryed And doeste leade vs into prison and make vs ther be tyed Though thou I saye doest suffer men ouer our heades to ryde And that most fiers and sharppe tormentes we do suffer and byde Yet doest thou bryng vs out agayne into a place of reste And doest not suffer thy seruaūtes for aye to be oppreste I wyl therfore into thy house Lorde God wyth sacrifice And wyll not leaue my vowes vnpayed to the in any wise For when I was in trouble Lorde then wyth my mouth I spake And in the doloures of myne herte all these vowes dyd I make Brunt offeringes that are ryght fat I wyll offer to the Of the swete smoke of rammes bullockes gotes the same shall be Come hither and geue eare alye in whom goddes feare doeth dwell For of the thynges that he hath done to my soule I shall tell Wyth my mouth I dyd crye to him call on him alone Wherin my tonge declared that lyke him ther is founde none If in myne hert I would haue had respect to wyckednes No doubt the Lord would not haue heard me in my great distres But nowe God hath geuen eare to me heard hys seruantes praier And hath graunted my whole request euen as I dyd desyre God is to be praysed therfore which neyther dyd put backe My prayer neither suffer me hys mercie for for to lacke The .lxvij. Psalme BE mercifull to vs O God blesse vs at thy wyll And lyghtē thy bright countenāce amonge thy seruauntes styll That through the earth thyne holy waye maye be certenly knowe And thyne health through out all contreys for all they are thyne owne Let the people prayse the O God let all people prayse the And let thē al reioyce because they be iudged by the. Let them reioyce in the I saye be mery and glad Because all nations of the earth by thy iustice are ladde Let the people prayse the O God let all people prayse the And let the earth bryng forth hir fruite as thy pleasure shall be Blesse vs O God I saye our god blesse vs in verite That all that dwell vpon the earth maye stand in awe of the. The .lxviij. Psalme THe vpriseyng of God putteth his enimies to flyght And causeth al them that hate him to flye out of his syght For as smoke vanisheth awaye and wax is molt wyth fyre So doeth the wycked perish from goddes syght in his great Ire As for the iuste
As for me syth I am afflict and sorowfull of mynd His salfgard in thyne health O God let thy pore seruant fynd Then shall I prayse goddes holy name wyth most ioyfull syngynge and shall magnifie the same with most hertie thanckes geuynge This thynge is more accepted wyth the Lorde and doeth hym moue Much more then to offer a calfe that hath boeth horne and houe O ye that lyue in miserie se thys thynge and be glad For ye that seke God ernestly shal not in hert be sad For the Lorde heareth the nedie in most mercifull wyse Hys bondmen and hys prisoners he doeth neuer despise The heauens the earth and eke the seas and all that therin crepe Shall prayse the Lord in his doynges and of his wordes take kepe For the Lord shall preserue Sion Iudes cities restore That men may dwell ther and possesse that land for euer more The neuiews of his seruauntes shall enherite it I saye And all that loue his holy name shall dwell therin for aye The .lxx. Psalme O God make haste to deliuer thy seruant at hys nede And let me haue thyne helpe good Lorde wyth al haste quicke spede Let them suffer shame and rebuke that beare my soule such spyght And let them be put backe wyth shame that in myne hurtes delyght Let them be dryuen backe I saye because they seke my shame And do behold my myseries and reioyse in the same But let thē reioyse be glad that ernestly seke the And let them that loue thyne health saye let goddes prayse in vs be Make haste to me O God for I am pore in myserie Myne helpar and my pledge thou arte O Lorde do not tarie The .lxxj. Psalme IN the O Lorde haue I trusted thought my selfe certayne Wherfore let me neuer haue cause to saye this truste was vayne But for thy iustice sake rydde me and do me deliuer Bowe downe thyne eare to me O Lord and be my defender Be thou my fort whyther to flye I may alwayes be bolde Thou intendest to saue me Lord for thou art my stronge holde Pulle me out of the power of them that are wyckedly bent And out of the grypynge of the peruers and violent For thou arte he on whom only I do trust and depend Lorde God my truste hath euer bene that thou shouldest me defend Sence the tyme that thou drewest me out of my mothers wome I haue trusted on the frō whom al my glorie doeth come Many take me for a monster but thou arte my defence And my mouth shall not lacke thy praise nor thy magnificence In the tyme of myne olde age when my weake membres shall shake then caste me not out of thy syght ne do thou me forsake For they that be myne enimies haue had much talke of me And they that laye wayte for my soule often in counsell be Persecute and laye handes on him saye they you shall him take Ther shall no man delyuer him for God doeth him forsake O God my God be not far of from me when I shall nede And for to helpe thy pore seruant Lord God make thou good spede Let them perishe wyth shame inough that do my lyfe enuie And let them be hyd wyth rebuke that do myne hurt studie As for me I shall paciently abyd thy good pleasure And shall encrease thy prayses styll wyle my lyfe shall enduer Thy iustice and thy saueyng healthe my mouth shall dayly shewe The ende wherof or iuste numbre neuer yet could I knowe I wyll therfore begyne to speake only of thy greate might And only thy iustice shall be present wyth me in syght From my youth to this present tyme thou haste me enstructed Wherfore thy wonderfull worckes shall by me be declared Forsake me not tyll I be olde and haue preached thy power To them that be and thy strength to them that shall come after O God that haste wrought so greate thynges who can be lyke to the I shall extoll thy iustice Lorde as it becommeth me Many and greate are the troubles that through the on me fell But thou shalt restore me to lyfe brynge me out of hell Thou shalt augment myne honour and encrease my dignitie And after all my troubles I shal haue cōfort of the. Wherfore my God vpon my lute I wyll synge and prayse the And all my songes vpon myne harpe shall prayse thy veritie O holy one of Israel when I shall to the synge My lyppes and soule that thou hast bought shall flowe wyth reioyseynge Yea and my tonge shall daylye speake Lord of thy rightuousnes When rebuke and shame shall lyght on thē that do me oppresse The .lxxij. Psalme O God geue to the kynge knowledge to iudge matters aright And in the hert of the kynges sonne let thy iustice be pyght That he may gouerne the people accordynge to iustice And defend the cause of the pore in iudgmēt and assice Let the mountaynes myghtie kynges geue all theyr people peace And let the lyttle hylles be iuste to all men more and lesse Let them reuenge the oppressed kepe the pore from wronge And punishe the wronge doars that are for the pore to stronge Let them feare the so longe as the sunne and the mone shall shyne And let thy feare alwayes abyde before the rulars eiene Let the kynge be to the people lyke rayne to a medowe And as the dropes of rayne are to the earth that men do plowe Let the iust florish in his tyme much peace be therin found Tyl such tyme as the mone shal cease to kepe hir compasse rownde Let him beare rule from sea to sea and frō the watersyd Euen to the vttermost lymettes of all the earth so wyde Let them that dwell in wyldernes fall downe before his face And let his foes and enimies lycke the duste of the place Let the kynges that rule the Ilandes that are in the mydse as And kynges of Arabie and Saba brynge him gyftes of prease Let all kynges all nations him honour and obeie For he shall heare the pore mans crie when all helpe is awaye He shall be mercifull to them that be pore and nedie And shall preserue the lyues of thē that lyue in pouertie From disceyte and from iniurie he shall theyr lyues redeme And in hys syght theyr bloud he shall as preciouse esteme The pore shall lyue and shall geue goulde of Saba to the kynge They shall alwaye praye for hym and dayly geue hym blessynge The hygh mountaynes of hys lande shall beare corne in such plentie That they shall loke lyke Libanus to men in the citie His name shall continue for aye and in it shall reioyce All nations the Heathen shall prayse hym wyth one voyce Let the Lorde our God be blessed the God of Israell For he alone worcketh wonders in heauen earth and in hell Blessed be the holy name of hys glorie for aie Let his maiestie fyll the earth amen amen I saye The .lxxiij. Psalme HOwe good
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
of Iacobs name no maner mention For wyth consent of herte these haue conspired together And made a couenaunt agaynste the that lyueste euer That is to saye the Edomites and eke the Ismalites The Moabites the Hagarenes and eke the Gebalites The Amonites Amalekites and eke the palestines ▪ And they that dwell in Tiria and in all the confines To them also are ioyned the assirians I wotte Who were the chiefe ayed and succoure vnto the sonnes of lot As thou dydst to Madianites at the riuer Kison And to Siser and to Labin so do to these echone For they were broken at Endor therby brought so lowe That from the donghill of the earth no man could them well knowe Let these men and theyr rulars haue the thynge that Oreb had And as Seeb Sebah and Salumna do thē rewarde These men haue sayed let vs calendge cleym to vs and ours Al the tabernacles of God his dwellynges his bowres O my God make thē lyke a wheele that no sure rest doeth fynd And as the stubble of the earth that rouleth wyth the wynde Let them be lyke the fyer that causeth great woodes to frye And lyke the flamme that burneth vp the mountaynes greate and hye So persecute them with thy stormes that they do no rest fynde And cast them flatte vpon the grounde with thy myghtie whyrlwynde ▪ Lord dashe al theyr faces ful of ignominie and shame That they maye be forced to seke after thyne holy name Let theyr shame and confusion be more more dayly Let them be shamed then let them perishe vtterly That they maye knowe that thou whose name is Lorde art he only That beaxeste rule through all the earth as Lorde and God most hye The .lxxxiiij. Psalme O Lorde of hostes how bewtifull and howe goodly in syght Are the tabernacles tentes that in thy champe are pight To dwel in the Lordes courtes my soule doeth longe excedynglye And to be wyth the lyueynge God myne herte and fleshe do crye For the verie sparowe hath founde a place wherin to dwell And the swallowe a neste where she maye kepe hir yonge ones well O Lord of myght that arte my kyng and eke my God for aye Thyne altares are the place wheron these byrdes do fynde theyr staye Happie and blessed are all they that in thyne house do dwell For they shall styll extoll thy name and thy great prayses tell Happie are the men that do put theyr confidence in the And in whose hertes thyne holy wayes are euident to se When they passe through the vale of teares wyth welles they shall it store ▪ And the rayne shall fyll the fyshe pondes tyll they wyll hold no more From heape to heape they shall procede in greate possession Eche of them shal playnly appeare before god in Sion Lord God of hostes heare my prayer O Iacobs God take hede O God our shild behold the face of Christ thyne anoynted For in thy courtes one daye passeth a thousand dayes elsewhere At thy dore then in wycked tentes I would dwelle much rather For the Lord God is a cleare sunne eke a tergat sure And geueth grace honour and all good thynges vnto the pure O Lorde of hostes that man is blesse and must nedes happye be That putteth hys only trust his cōfidence in the. The .lxxxv. Psalme O Lorde thou wylt be mercifull to thyne owne lande doubtlesse And wylt ryd all Iacobs kynred from thrauldome and distresse The wyckednes of thy people Lorde thou wylt take awaye And all theyr synnes trespases thou wylt hyde I dare saye Thou wylt take awaye all thyne hotte anger and furiouse feruour And wylt asswage thyne hotte anger and wrathfull displeasure Restore vs O God of our health and our saluation Restore vs and leaue of thy wrath and indignation What Wylt thou be styll wrath wyth vs shall thyne Ire haue none ende Wylt thou thy furie to the laste of all ages extende Arte thou not he that wyll returne and vs to lyfe restore That thy people maye be praysed in the for euermore O Lorde shewe vs thy greate goodnes and excedynge mercie And of thy saueynge health let thy pore seruantes haue plentie I wyll heare what the Lorde sayeth for al hys wordes doubtlesse Do byd his people and his saynctes declyne from wyckednes Certes his health is not far of from them that do hym feare So that our contrey nedeth not of honoure to despeare Mercie and trueth are met in one and are come togither ▪ So haue iustice and peace ioyned kyssynge one the other Fayeth shall sprynge vp out of the earth hir rote shall not decaye And iustice shall loke downe from far out of the heauens graye The Lorde also shall geue mercie and our land hir encrease And iustice shall walke before God treade in the playne wayes The .lxxxvj. Psalme O Lorde geue eare to thy seruant and graunt me my request For I a pore and simple wretch am vexed and oppreste Preserue my lyfe O Lord because my lyueynge is vpright Do thou saue thy seruant O God who trusteth in thy myght Be good to me O Lord because I call on the dayly There thou my mynde for vnto the O Lord I lyfte it hye For thou O Lorde arte good in dede and eke full of mercie Thy bountifull goodnes is large towardes all that on the crie Geue eare O Lord to my prayer ponder my request In my trouble I call on the for to heare thou arte prest Ther is not one amonge the goddes O Lord lyke vnto the Neither is there any that doeth such worckes as thy worckes be All nations that thou haste made shall come and honour the And shall set forth thy name O Lorde wyth prayse and wyth glorie And that because thou alone arte great and stronge in theyr syght And doest wonderfull actes and arte alone the God of myght Direct me in thy wayes and I shall in thy trueth procede O Lorde constrayne myne herte to feare thyne holy name in dede I wyll prayse the O Lord my God that wyth all myne herte And from the prayses of thy name my mynde shall neuer sterte For doubtlesse thy mercie towardes me doeth in greatnes excell For thou haste rydde my soule out of the lougher pyt of hell The proude arrogant O God are risen agaynst me And the cruell sorte seke my soule and haue no feare of the. But thou Lorde God arte redie to mercie and forgeuenes Slowe to anger longe sufferyng and full of faythfullnes Loke backe and take mercie on me Lorde after thyne olde wonne Geue thy strength to thy pore seruaunte saue thyne handmaydes sonne Shewe some signe of thy loue toward me that such as do me hate Maye shame to se that thou Lorde dost me helpe and consolate The .lxxxvij. Psalme THe bases and foundations of Sion are faste set In the mountaynes and hylles that are boeth holye and sacrete The Lorde beareth more fauour to the cities of
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
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
earth mans honger to asswage And wyne to make mans herte merie oyle his face to chere And bread that maketh the hert stronge at all tymes of the yere And the Lordes trees are full of sappe as Ceders in Libane Where byrddes brede and storckes make theyr nestes in fyr trees to remayne To the gotes he hath geuen the hylles to serue for theyr refuge And to the conies and the hares the clyffes and rockes so huge The mone he made that she myght aye diuide the tyme aright And the sunne knoweth certenly his goynge downe at nyght It is nyght Lorde so sone as thou doest brynge in the darcknes And then do all the beastes raynge that lyue in wyldernes Euen as the Lions whelppes that do rore and crye at theyr praye And that they maye seke for theyr meate that God prouideth aye And when the sunne is vp they do get thē selues home certayne And then they go into theyr dennes and laye them downe agayne But man taketh his worcke in hand and doeth him therto dyght And doeth applye his busines tyll it be almost nyght O Lorde howe greate are all thy worckes which thy wisedome hache made Thy richesse and possession do the earth ouerlade The sea it selfe is wyde and broade where of beastes that do crall The mumbre is excedynge greate as well of greate as small There go the shyppes and that greate fyshe and sea monster I saye That casteth forth floudes of water whom thou madeste there to playe But all these thynges do put theyr trust confidence in the. That thou wylt geue them theyr fedynge when theyr due tyme shall be And when thou geuest they gather thynges mete for theyr fedeynges And when thyne hande is open they are fylled wyth Good thynges But if thou hyde thy face from them they are troubled certayne And if thou take theyr breath they dye and turne to duste agayne Agayne on the contrarie parte beastes are create certayne If thou sende forth thy breath and doest refreshe the earthe agayne Let the maiestie of the Lord neuer come to an ende And let him reioyce in his worckes which can not be emende If he behold the earth far of then doeth it shake for feare And if he do but tutch the hylles they smoke vp in the ayer So longe as I shall lyue therfore to the Lorde wyll I synge To my God wyll I synge I saye whylse I shall be lyueynge Ind all my talke concernynge him shall be dulcet and swete And I wyll reioyce in the Lorde as for me it is mete As for the synnars shall be slayne and perishe of the grownde And the vngodly shall no more remayne for to be founde My soule preach and set forth the Lord prayse him wythouten staye Haleluia praise the Lorde all faythfull men I saye The .cv. Psalme COnfesse acknowledge the Lord and call vpon hys name Teach his studies to the people make them learne the same Describe the Lorde and synge to hym and talke of hys wonders· Reioyse in hys moste holy name and be hys glad sekears Let them all haue a merie herte that seke the Lorde I saye Seke ye the Lorde and eke hys powre seke the Lordes face alwaye Remembre the wonderfull thynges that by the Lorde are wrought And eke his signes and the iudgmentes that his mouth hath forth brought O sede of Habraham I saye that worshypt God truly O chyldren of Iacob that was chosen most certenly O ye chyldren of goddes chosen our Lord and God is he Whose iudgemētes are in all the earth most euident to se For he is euer myndfull of hys faythfull promises And of the worde he would haue kept in thousandes of ages This dyd he confyrme by promise to Habraham truly And by an oth to Isaac byndynge hym selfe therby To make this a lawe to Iacob he set it in sure staye And to make it a couenaunt to Israell for aye And thus he fayde To the wyl I geue the Cananites landes ▪ To make them thyne enheritaunce I put them in thyne handes When they therfore were verie fewe and an household full small ▪ And were strangers in that cōtrey and had no grounde at all And when they from one nation to an other dyd flyt And eke from kyngdome to kyngdome and dyd in no place sytte Yet dyd the Lord suffer no man his people to oppresse But for theyr sakes he plaged kynges put them to distresse Tuche not sayde he myne annoynted men dedicate to me Ne hurte any of my prophetes that preach my veritie Then caused he a greate famen vpon the earth to rise And made all maner vitales scant beyonde all maner syse And before them he sent a man for to prepare theyr waye Iosephe was solde into bondage and seruitude I saye They bounde his fete in fetters strong he was there lyke to dye Vntyll the tyme his cause was knowne and Goddes worde dyd him trye Then sent the kyng and toke him out the rular of that lande He that had rule of much people dyd relesse Iosephes bande And in his house he gaue him rule ouer boeth greate and smalle And in all his possessions he gaue him rule of all That he myght rule his officers after hys owne deuise And that he myght teach the elders wisedome to make them wise Then Israell Iosephes father downe into Egypt came And Iacob lyued a straynger in the contrey of Cham. And the numbre of hys people God dyd encrease greatly And made them for theyr enimies to stronge and to myghtie Then turned he Thegyptians hertes to hate his people all That they myght studie by disceyte to make his seruantes thralle Then sent he Moses his seruant a man faythfull in dede And Aaron whom he had chosen his busines to spede These men wrought his wonderfull worckes emonge his enimies And his sygnes in the land of Cham before his peoples eies Then sent he suche a dearckenes that it made all thynges obscure Yet dyd these men neuer repugne his worde nor his pleasure Theyr waters he turned to bloude and slewe theyr fyshes all And the earth brought forth frogges that dyd in their kynges closetes crall And at his commaundment ther came on them all maner flyes And into all theyr coastes there came lysse far beyonde all syse And in steade of theyr swete suers he gaue them stormes of hayle And in theyr lande there rayned downe flammynge fier wythout faile He strake and destroyed theyr vynes and eke theyr fygge trees all And all the trees of theyr contreys wheron those stormes dyd falle At his commaundement also there came grassehoppars fell And many moe caterpyllars thē any man coulde tell These dyd deuour and eate vp quite al the grasse of theyr lande They dyd suffer no maner fruite vpon their grounde to stande In fyne he slewe al the first borne of theyr contrey certayne That is to saye euen the first fruites of all theyr myght and mayne Then led he forth his flocke
of shype O thou sea what is the bytyd that thou goest backe agayne And thou Iordayne what thynge is it that doeth thy course restrayne And ye mountaynes what causeth you lyke wanton rammes to shyp And you little hylles for to playe as do the lambes of shype And thou earth se thou quake also in the lordes feare alwaye Se that thou tremble in the feare of Iacobs God I saye For he maketh a standynge pole of the rocke that was drye And of the flynt a spryngynge well rennyng out plentuousely The .cxv. Psalme FOr thy mercie Lord and thy trueth vouchsafe to amplifie The glorie of thy blessed name not our vayne glorie For whye should the Heathen saye thus wyth a disdaynefull mynde I praye you where or in what place should we these mens God fynde Whye should they speake such wordes I saye wyth thoughtes excedyng isle Syth our God is in heauen and doeth all thynges that he wyll But these mens Images are made of gould and syluer vayne And are the vayne worckes of mans hande fruites of an idle brayne For they haue a mouth and speake not eies that do not se So haue they eares and do not heare such worthy thynges they be They haue a nose and do not smelle and handes that do not fele So haue they fete do not walke neyther once moue theyr hele And wyth theyr throte they do brynge forth no maner voyce at all And for helpe in theyr daynger they can neither crye nor calle Lyke vnto whome such shall be made as do make them certayne And so shall all that put theyr truste in thynges that are so vayne O Israell trust in the Lorde O faythfull men I saye Truste in the Lorde that is your helpe and your bucklar for aye O ye that be of Aharons house and the hygh priestes kynne Truste in the Lord that is your helpe and targate to truste in All ye that feare the Lorde I saye haue in him confidence For he it is that is your helpe and targate of defence The Lorde that maketh the houshold of Israell happy And eke the houshold of Aharon hath vs in memorie And he maketh all that feare him happie and fortunate Aswell such as are verie smalle as the myghtie and greate He shall also heape vnto you good turne vpon good turne Not only vnto you I saye but eke to your chyldren And you he hath alredie made happy fortunate Euen he I saye that dyd the heauen eke the earth create And the heauen is reserued for the Lord God alone But the earth he hath geuen to men for thē to dwell vpon As for the dead they prayse not God they do no mercie craue No more doeth any emonge them that go downe to the graue But we shall preach and set forth God frō henseforth euer more We shal declare his myghtie worckes prayse ye the Lorde therfore The .cxvj. Psalme I Loue the Lord because he heard myne humble voyce and crie And because he gaue eare I wyll calle on him tyll I dye The cordes of death had gyrded me eke the straytes of hell Had caught me and I was fallen into daynger cruell But I called on the Lordes name thus I sayde in dede Lorde for thy mercie delyuer thy seruantes soule at nede The Lorde is full of benifites and eke of iustice all And our God is right mercifull when we do on him call The Lorde that vseth to defende the sylley simple sorte Preserued me when I was weake and was all my conforte My soule returne into the place of thy quiete and reste For the Lorde hath done good to the. euen as thou desyreste Thou hast plucked my soule from death Lorde and his cruell stynge So haste thou done myne eyes from teares and my fete from slydynge Wherfore I wyll lyue holyly before the Lorde I saye In the contreys and regions of men that lyue for aye My fayth and promise vnto God I helde most constantly ▪ Euen when I was forced to saye I am decayed greatly Yea when I sayd in my swyfte chase and when I fled in haste All men are false ther is none true or that of trueth doeth taste What worthy thanckes therfore shall I geue to the Lorde saye ye For all the benifites that he hath shewed vnto me The cup wherwyth men vse to geue thanckes for health receyued The same wyll I take call on the Lordes name so blessed And nowe before all his people to the Lord wyll I paye All vowes that I haue made to him or else shall make for aye For wyth the Lorde the death of suche as serue hym loueyngely Is of such price that none of them shal suffer death vaynely Ah Lorde I am thy pore seruant thy pore seruant am I And the sonne of thyne handmayden whoe dydeste my bondes vntie To the therfore I wyll confesse and that wyth sacrifice And wyll call vpon the Lordes name in my most faythfull wise Nowe before all the Lordes people all my vowes wyll I paye In his courtes at Ierusalem prayse ye the Lorde I saye The .cxvij. Psalme ALl nations prayse ye the Lorde prayse and extolle his name All people of the worlde preach him let your lyfe do the same For his mercie towardes vs I saye doeth excell euer more And his trueth abydeth for aye praise ye the Lorde therfore The .cxviij. Psalme COnfesse confesse vnto the Lorde for he is good I saye Confesse to hym for hys mercie continueth for aye Nowe let Israell saye that his mercie dureth for aye And let Aharōs house saye that his goodnes doeth not decay Yea let all them that feare the Lorde euē nowe stand forth and saye That his moste mercifull goodnes cōtinueth for aye When I was in affliction on God then called I And he graunted all my requeste and that aboundauntly Wherfore the Lorde takynge my parte I wyll not stand in feare Of any thyng that mans wytte can inuent to do me deare For when the Lorde is one of them that cometh to helpe me Then shall I se all my desyre vpon myne enimie For it is better to trust in the Lorde then in man vayne So is it to truste in the Lorde then in princes certayne If all nations dyd hedge me in compasse rownde about Yet do I trust by the Lordes name to cutte me a waye out If they should compasse me aboute I say and hedge me in I do not doubt by the Lordes name awaye out for to wynne And though they compasse me about lyke bees when they do swarme Yet shall they faynt lyke fyre in thornes and do me little harme And I truste that through the Lordes name wheron I do styll call I shall cutte a waye out and set myselfe fre from them all Oh thou that waste myne enimie thou madest me fall certayne But yet the Lorde hath holpen me and set me vp agayne For God it is that is my strength my salfgard and my wealthe So is
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
And that with manicles they maye bynde theyr princes ech one And eke theyr Lordes and maiestrates with fetters of Iron That as it is written God maye reuenge hym on them all Whiche shall be prayse to hys dearlynges that on hys name do call The Cl. Psalme PRayse ye God in his holy place congregation And prayse hym in the sure grownde of hys dominion Prayse hym for hys myghtie powres sake and hys valiauntnes And right so do ye prayse hym for hys excedynge greatnes Prayse hym wyth the sowne of trumpet prayse hym wyth harppe and lute Prayse hym I saye wyth the tymbrel and wyth the pype or flute Prayse hym with organnes and rebecke and cymballes of lowde sownde Prayse hym I saye wyth such cymballes as make the voyce rebownde Let eche spirite and lyueynge thynge prayse God boeth night and daye Let them all worcke hys holy wyll prayse ye the Lorde I saye The ende of the Psalter Magnificat c. Luce. i. MY soule doeth magnifie the Lorde euery daye and houre And my spirite doeth reioyce in God that is my sauiour Because he hath loked vpō hys hādmaides lowe degree For loe hense sorth men shal reporte me right happie to be For he that is myghtie hath done right noble thynges to me And therfore is hys name holy euer more shal be And his mercie is stretched forth vpon all progenies From age to age on thē that haue hys feare before theyr eies By the powre of his myghtie arme he hath worthyly wrought He hath scattered the proude men in theyr owne secrete thought He hath deposed the myghtie out of their royall place And promoted them to honour whose degre was but base The hungry he hath fylled wyth good thynges in greate plentie So hath he sent the ryche awaye wythout and quite emptie He hath taken into fauour Israell his seruante That he myght be myndfull of hys mercie couenaunt Euen as he hath spoken vnto our fathers heretofore That is to saye Habraham and his seede for euermore Nunc dimittis c. Luc. ij LOrd nowe letteste thou thy seruāt departe from hense in peace Accordynge to thyne holy worde thy faythfull promesse For nowe myne eies haue sene thyne health and thy saluation Before the face of euerie people and nation Alyght to lyghten the Heathen through out the worlde so wyde And the glorie of thy people Israell on eche syde Benedictus c. Luc. i. THe Lorde the God of Israell is for to be praysed For he visited his people and hath them redemed And in the house of Dauid his seruant he hath erect The home of health for vs that be his chosen and electe As he hath spoken by the mouth of his prophetes holye That from the begynnynge haue bene preachars of veritie Declareynge that we should be made salfe from our enimies And from the powre of all them that hate vs in anye wise That towardes our fathers he myght vse his bountifull mercie And call hys holy testament into hys memorie And that he myght performe the othe that he had firmely sworne Vnto our father Habraham longe before we were borne And that he myght geue vs the powr to serue hym wythout feare Beynge free from our enmies powre whose heauie yocke we beare And that in holynes of lyfe and iustice in his syght All the tyme that we shall lyue here as well by daye as nyght And thou chylde shalt be called the prophete of the moste hye For thou shalt go before hys face hys wayes to make redie To geue his people knowledge that they shall theyr soule health wynne Only by the forgeuenes of theyr trespasse their synne By the bowelles of the mercie of our God most myghtie Where wyth the bryght daye springe hath nowe visited vs from hye To shyne to them that sate in deathes shadowe and in dearcknes To set our fete strayght in the waye that leadeth vnto peace Benedicite c. Daniel .iij. ALl ye worckes of the Lorde prayse hym speake well of hym I saye Prayse and extole his holye name for euer and for aye O ye that be the Lordes angelles and messengers at nede Speake euer well of hym prayse hym and extole hym indede Ye heauens speake wel of the Lord prayse and extole hym aye All ye waters that are aboue do ye the same I saye Al ye powres of the Lord se that ye speake good of hym styll Prayse and extole him euermore accordynge to his wyll Sunne moone speake good of the Lord prayse and extole him aye And ye starres of the hygh heauen do ye right so I saye All rayne and swete dewe blesse the Lord prayse and exalte hym hye And ye wyndes of God se ye do the same eternally Fyre and heate speake good of the Lorde laude and prayse hym euer Colde wynter and hote somerse ye do in lyke maner Ye dewes and hore froste blesse the Lord prayse and extole hys name Froste and extreme rigoure of colde do ye alwaye the same Ise and snowe speake good of the Lorde extole him euer more And ye nyghtes and dayes se ye do walke after the same lore Lygh and darckenes blesse ye the Lorde laude and extole hym aye Lyghtnynge and cloudes do ye the same wythouten stoppe or staye Let the earth speake good of the Lorde blesse hym for hir store Let hir laude and extolle hys name wyth prayses euer more Ye mountaynes ye little hylles se that ye blesse the Lorde Laude extole his holy name alwaye wyth one accorde All ye thynges that budde on the earthe the Lorde your God blesse ye And let hys laude extollynge euer emonge you be Ye sprynges speake ye good of the Lorde laude and extole him styll Ye seas and freshe riuers also do the same wyth good wyll Ye whalles and all thynges that moue in the waters blesse the Lorde Laude and extole hys holye name alwayes wyth one accorde All foules of the ayre blesse the Lord prayse and extole hym aye All beastes wylde and tame se that ye do the same thynge alwaye Ye sonnes of men blesse ye the Lord laude and extole hym styll And let Israell do the same with full consent of wyll Ye priestes of the Lorde prayse the Lorde extole hym euermore And all ye seruantes of the Lorde folowe ye the same lore Ye spirites and soules of iuste men blesse ye the Lorde alwaye Ye saynctes and ye of humble herte do the same wythout staye O Ananie O Azarie and thou O Misael Se that ye cease not to extole the Lord of Israell Te Deum laudamus c. WE prayse the as God and confesse the the Lorde for to be And as father euerlastynge all men do worshyppe the. To the crie all angelles the heauens with all the powres therin Wythout ceaseynge crie vnto the Cherub Seraphin Holy holy holy Lorde God of Sabaoth they crye Heauen and earth are full with thy maiestie and glorie The gloriouse company
enim Propheta altissimi de quo testatur solus ille omnipotens uirum secundum cor suum inuenisse se Haec dum cogito atque imis sensibus recolere incipio uos mihi uos inquam a quibus est si qua sit in me literatura indissolubilibus argumentis posse conuincere uidemini uestrum hoc esse totum in uestram debere cedere gloriaÌ„ quicquid id erit quod ingenij mei tenuitas pepererit Quum enim rudis adhuc atque omnium literarum expers Oxoniae studere instituissem inops atque inopia coactus ab incepto pene destitissem misellus uos sed precipue tu Oglethrope ut non dicam solum in uestrà literarum palestram uestruÌ„ reuocastis Crooleum Me quidem reuocastis non muneribus aut amicorum precibus prouocati ut flens dico plerumque fit Oxoniae neque spe premij ducti nisi quod suspicor diuinum expectastis premium sed nullis muneribus nullis amicorum precibus soliciti me indigum atque omnibus bonis destitutum atque uix ausum tale quicquam a uobis petere libere atque uestrapte sponte eligere uoluistis Adhaec res ipsa quam tractaui cum sit totius scripturae pandecte atque uerum Christianae Ecclesiae Gazophilacium non nisi eruditissimos pijssime doctos patronos decet Indecorum enim est Martem praeficere Musis aut Mineruam Bellonae substituere Imò contra Quis unquam qui Gentem domuit aut prouinciam bello adquisiuit eandem ducibus bellorum inexpertis defendendam tradidit Sed heus tu dicet sorte aliquis quos tu Magdalenenses facis Sunt ne omnium doctissimi Non habet Anglia Magdalenensibus doctiores qui Christum magis sapiunt Sunt patres conscripti sunt Episcopi sunt magninominis praelatimu ti Non est inter eos quisquam dignus qui tuis patrocinetur laboribus Sunt hercle ex his doctissimi dignissimi qui doctissimorum lucubrationibus quid ni nostris ludicris patro cinentur Alit etiam Oxoniae per multos quibus uos uiri studiosissimi palmam porrigere non grauabimini scio non est tamen quisquam cui ego ingenij mei fructus aeque debeo atque uobis quibus ut dixi totam illam quae in me est eruditionis sâ—ntillam debeo Praeterea ego uos pernoui iam binis lustris uestrae lenitatis experientiam habui quo sit quod maiori cum fiducià ausâ—m a uobis petere laborum meorum patrocinium uestro nomini dedicare quod alijs uix ausim proponere legendum Postremo uos me nouistis eruditionis meae tenuitatem habetis cognitam luâ—e igitur vestro potestis hoc officija me exigere ut uos pro Censoribus semper agnoscam quibus lucubrationes meas omnes relinquam corrigendas Accipite igitur haec incondita quidem ut me indicent autorem bom consulite ut uobis est dignum Atque si quid mepte indecte aut minus eleganter sit dictuÌ„ id totum curis huius uitae quibus undique opprimor ascribite Solida enim studia integrum requirum animum neq fieri potest ut qui manibus uictum queritant sâ—m licet studiosâ—simi aliquid eximij faciant in re literaria nisi in eis spiritus ilâ—e sapientiae operetur occulte Perlegite igitur obsecro Psalmorum hunc libellum hoc tantum animo ut per uestram diligentiam ab erroribus quibus per inscitiaÌ„ nostram scatet quam cito repurgetur Ego pro ingenij eruditionis meae portiuncula ad sensum reddidi uos pro uestra plenitudine annotationibus adhibitis loca difficiliora exponite ut simul cum iucunda lexione percipiatur ueritas Inuenietis quidem multa TheologoruÌ„ multorum placitis contraria nam solam Leonis Iudae uersionem sum secutus quod is mihi uidetur interpresprae caeteris omnibus fidelis Quod scio tamen nihil impium aut Christianae ueritati dissonum habet haec nostra translatio Imo ut hanc ansam praeripiam calumniatori Deum qui renes scrutatur corda conscientiae meae testem assumo hanc curam mihi fuisse precipuam ut uerum Germanum sensum exprimeret nostra uersio Valete studiosi studiosis fauete Ex officina nostra Londini Septembris 20. Anno salutis nostrae 1549. Vester Robertus Croleus ¶ The fyrst Psalme of Dauid THat man is happy and blessed that hath not gone astraye In the counsel of wycked men nor stande in synners waye The man is blest I say that hath not sate in companye With scornefulmen that thyncke wysedom to reste in them onelye But hath in the lawe of the Lorde set hys onely delyght And will in the same exercise hym selfe both daye and nyght He shal be like a tree planted faste by the ryuerssyde That doeth bringe forth and geue her fruite in her due tyme and tyde And as the leafe therof doeth not fall but florishe and stande So shall all thynges prospere ryght well that he doeth take in hande The wicked shal be nothinge like but as leaues that are drye And as the chaffe and thynges of naught that with the wynde do flye Therfore the wicked shall not ryse and stande in the iudgement Neyther synners emonge the iuste that seke Goddes testament For the Lord knoweth the iust mans way and hath it allowed But the way of the wicked men shal be quite destroyed The .ij. Psalme WHy do the Gentiles runne on heapes with suche rage and tumult Why do the people syt and muse on vayne thinges consult The kynges and rulars of the earth do cluster and conuent Agaynst the Lorde and are agaynste his annoynted full bent Shall we be bounde to them say they let al their bondes be broke And of their doctrine and their lawes let vs reiect the yoke But he that dwelleth in heauen doeth their doynges deryde And maketh theÌ„ al mocking stockes through oute the worlde so wyde And in hys wrath the Lorde wyl speake to them vpon a daye And in hys furye trouble them and then the Lord wyll saye Vpon myne holy hyll Syon my kynge I haue poynted And ouer all my chosen flocke I haue hym annoynted Then shall the kynge saye thus agayne hys wyl I wyll declare And eke recyte al maner thynges that in his decrees are For vnto me the Lorde him selfe sayde in thys wyse I wote Thou arte my deare and only sonne to daye I the begotte It thy requeste I wyll geue the as heyres all nacyons And al the borders of the earth for thy possessyons Wyth a scepter a mase of stele thou shalte rule them I saye And shalt breake them into peces as a potte made of claye O ye kinges and ye rulars al get ye wysedome therfore And eke ye iudges of the earth of learnynge get ye store Se that ye serue the Lorde aboue in tremblynge and in feare And wyth reuerence se ye do
reioyce in lyke maner Se that ye kysse and eke embrace hys only sonne I saye Leaste in his wrath ye peryshe all and wander from hys waye For his wrath shall ful sodenly be kendled in hys breste But all that put their trust in hym shall certaynely be bleste The .iij. Psalme O Lorde howe many be my foes that agaynst me do ryse And howe manye saye to my soule God doeth hym quite despyse But thou O Lorde art◠my target when I am harde besteade Myne honoure and my glorye both and holdeste vp mine heade And with my voyce vpon the Lorde I wil both call and crye And he oute of hys holy hyll wyll heare me by and by I layed me doune and quyetly I stept and rose agayne For why I knowe assuredly the Lord doeth me sustayne I do not feare ten thousande men that compasse me about Aryse O Lorde my God I saye saue me and bringe me oute Thou smytest all thine enemies euen on the heard cheke bone And thou hast broken all the teeth of ech vngodly one Saluacyon doeth alonelye belonge to God aboue Bestowe therfore vpon thy flocke thy blessinge and thy loue The .iiij. Psalme O God my iustyce that doest heare me when I on the crye And doest set me fre from trouble heare me mercyfully O mortall men how longe wyll ye brynge my glory to shame Howe longe will you loue vanitye and seke lyes and false fame And knowe that the Lorde hath chosen for hymselfe the godly And that he wyll geue eare to me when I shall to him crye Synne not but stande in awe therfore examine your herte And in your secrete chamber se you do youre selfe conuert Offer to God the sacrifice of righteousnes I saye And loke that in the lyuyng God ye put your truste alwaye Many men saye who wyl geue vs wordly goodes and substaunce And for to se good fortune also prosperouse chaunce But vpon vs thy poore seruauntes Lorde lyfte thou vp a sygne The lyght Lorde of thy countynaunce that doeth so clearly shyne Yet when I sawe the greate encrease of their corne and newe wyne Thou madeste me reioyce in herte and not there at repyne In peace I shall bothe reste and slepe I shal be ful quyete Because thou only art he that doeste me in salftie set The .v. Psalme LOrd marcke my wordes and vnderstand all my styl whisperynge Heare me for I wil pray to the that arte my God and kynge Lorde thou wilt heare my voyce by tyme and I will me applye Vnto the earlye in the morne and loke on the onlye For thou art not the God that doeth in wyckednes delyght Neyther shal anye wycked thynge remayne wythin thy syght The rageynge foles shal not consiste and stande before thyne eyes For thou hast hated all suche men as worcke iniquities Suche as speake lyes thou shalt destroy for the Lorde doeth withstande The man that shedeth bloude and that taketh disceyte in hande But I wylcome into thyne house trusting vpon thy grace And in thy feare wyll honoure the euen at thyne holy place Lorde leade me forth in thy iustice for feare of myne enmies And thyne owne waye defende thou Lorde before thy seruauntes eyes For in their mouth ther is no truth their inwardes are but dounge Their throte is like an open graue they flatter wyth their tonge Proue them giltye O God and let them falle from their counselles For their greate synnes dryue them awaye for they haue bene rebelles And let suche as do truste in the synge reioyce alwaye Let suche as loue thy name reioyce in thy defence I saye For thou O Lorde doest blesse the iuste geue hym good thynges styll And as a speare thy goodnes doeth enclose hym from all ylle The .vi. Psalme LOrde checke thou not thy pore seruaunt in thine hasty furie Neyther correcte me in the heate of thy melancholye Be mercyful to me O Lorde for I am deformed Heale thou me Lorde because my bones are made sore abashed But my soule is abashed sore yea ryght sore troubled And thou O Lorde howe longe wilt thou se me so afflicted Returne O Lorde set my soule cleare saue me for thy mercye For in death and the graue there is of the no memorye In my sorowfull mornynge I am weryed oute ryght And with my teares my bed couch I make to flowe al nyght My face is wrynckled throughe anger indignacyon And it is made exceadinge olde throughe myne enmyes eche one Departe from me all ye that be worckers of wyckednes For the Lorde hathe hearde the voyce of my sorowfull dystresse The Lorde hathe hearde hys seruauntes prayer and supplicacyon The Lorde hath receyued my suite and mine oracyon Let all myne enemies take shame and be caste doune greatlye Let them be turned backe agayne and take shame sodenlye The .vij. Psalme O Lorde my God I put my trust and confidence in the Kepe me from al that persecute me and delyuer me Let not thys man snalch vp my soule lyke a lyon rageynge Neyther teare it when no man shall come to my rescuynge Oh Lorde my God I haue not done the thinge that they surmyse Myne handes to any frowardnes I do not exercyse Yf I haue done hurte vnto hym that did peace wyth me take Yea whē he vexed me causlesse yf I did him forsake Then let hym persecute my soule and lay handes on the same And let hym treade my lyfe to dyrte and dyminyshe my fame Aryse O Lord in thy fury when my foes be styrred Aryse to me wyth the iudgement that thou haste commaunded And let the companye of al people stande the aboute And therfore to go vp agayne do thou not stande in doubt Let the Lorde iudge the nacyons O Lord iudge me also And after myne vpryght dealynge so let it with me go O ryghteouse God that arte searcher of the hertes and the luste Let the vngodlye mens synne cease and gouerne thou the iuste My shilde my tergat and defence in God alone I fynde That is the sauiour of thē that are of godly mynde God is a iust and vpright iudge he is righteouse I saye And God is moued wyth anger and that euery daye Yf Saule will not returne but make hys swerde ready to fyght Yf he will bende hys bowe I saye and hym selfe to warres dyght Yf he wyll prepare hym suche dartes as wyl kyl presently And frame his burnynge arrowes that will pearse so myghtely Lo then he shall trauayle ryght sore to brynge forth vanitye For he hath conceyued greate gryefe shall brynge out a lye He hath trenched and dygged out a dych for me to falle But into the pytte that he made he slyppeth fyrste of all The care that he bent towarde me shal lyght on his heade certayne So shal the force wherwith he would oppresse me turne agayne After his righteousnes I will prayse the Lorde most myghtye And right so wyll I synge to the name of the Lorde most hye The
.viij. Psalme O Lorde our Lorde howe wonderfull is thy most holy name Throughout the earth that aboue heauēs thou spreadest out thy fame Thou haste brought strength oute of the mouth of babes and sucklinges yonge For thy foes sakes to weken them that reuenge their owne wronge But thyne heauens I wyl behold thyne handiworckes I saye The mone and starres that thou hast made and prepared for aye What thynge is mortall man that thou doest him neuer forget And the sonne of man what is he that thou doest him vyset For vnto God thou hast made him litle inferiour Thou hast compassed hym wyth suche glory and suche honour Thou hast made him lord of the worckes that thyne handes haue formed And eke all thinges vnder hys fete thou hast constytuted Al flockes of shepe and droues of beastes thou diddest to him geue And eke the labouryng beastes that in the feldes do lyue The foules that lyue in the ayre with fyshes great and smalle That lyue by the sea and all thynges that passe by the sea walle O Lorde that arte our Lorde I saye oure mayster and our guyde How wonderfull Lord is thy name through oute the earth so wyde The .ix. Psalme I Wyll set forth and prayse the Lorde with al myne herte in dede And al hys wonderful worckes shal by my be declared I wyll be glad eke reioyce in the O thou most hye And to thyne holy name I wyl synge moste reioyceyngly Whylse my foes shall be driuen backe and caused to recoyle They shall fal and peryshe before the as mē made a spoyle For thou art my iudgement and haste iudged all my debate Thou ryghteouse iudge I saye thou hast sate on thy iudgement seate Thou haste blamed the Heathen and destroyed the wycked And for euer also thou haste theyr name abolyshed Now are thi wastes all at an ende O thou fierse enemye Wyth the cytyes that thou cuntest doune gone is their memorye But the Lorde doeth reygne for euer hys kyngedome hath no ende Hys iudgement seate is made ready to iudge them that offende And he shall iudge the rounde compas of the worlde by iustice And emonge the people he shall geue vpryght sentences The Lorde shal be asure refuge vnto the oppressed He shal be a salfegarde I saye when men be afflycted Suche as haue knowne thyne holye name styke vnto the only For thou Lorde doest not forsake them that seke the studyously Synge to the Lorde that doeth abyde in the cyty Syon Shewe hys counselles in eche people and in eche nacyon For he that doeth reuenge the slayne shall none of them forget Neyther the crye of suche men as are wyth troubles bysette Be mercyfull to me O Lorde and do my troublese That of mine enmies I suffer and frō death lyfte vp me That I maye tel all thy prayses in the gates of Syon And I shal be glad and reioyce in thy saluacyon The Heathen stycke fast in the pytte that they haue prepared And in the net that they haue hyd their fote is entangled The Lord is knowne by his iustice and the wycked tangled Wyth the worckes of hys wycked handes a thynge to be noted The wycked and vngodly men shal slyde doune into hell And all the Heathen that forget the God of Israell For neyther shall the indigent be forgottē for aye Nor the hope of the afflicted be alway vayne I saye Aryse O Lord least mortal man preuayle by mayne and myght And let the heathen nacyons be iudged in thy syght Lorde set a mayster ouer them that maye kepe them styll thraulle And let the heathen nacyons learne that they be mortalle The .x. Psalme LOrde why standest thou so farre of why doest thou not drawe nye Why doest thou hide thyselfe in the tyme of our myserye When the vngodly waxeth proud the afflycted doeth smart Let them be taken in the wycked counselles of their herte For he prayseth the wicked man for that he desyreth The couetouse he calleth bleste the Lorde he blasphemeth In hys haute lokes the wycked man setteth all thynges at nought The God of myght is neuer founde in his vngodly thought The lawes and constytucyons of God do greue him styl At all ceasons they do wythstande his moste vngodly wyll Thy iudgementes Lord are lifted vp ful hygh aboue hys syght And agaynst all his enemies he threateneth to fyght He wyl thincke and saye in his herte I wyll not bowe nor bende From discommodities I wil my selfe euer defende Hys mouth is ful of periurye disceyte and vsurie Oppressyon and vanitye do vnder hys tonge lye In the courtes he layeth awayte to kyll the innocent And agaynste the multytude of the pore hys eyes be bent Lyke as a lyon in hys denne he wayteth in secrete To take the afflycted that is wyth myserye besette That he maye take the poore I saye that is in myserie By drawynge hym into his net by crafte and subtyltie Throughe hys force and hys violence is broken and opprest The multytude of them that haue in mysery no reste And in hys herte thus hath he sayde God forgetteth certayne Turnynge asyde hys face that he myght not se them agayne O Lorde and God aryse I saye lyft vp thine hande and power Forget thou not the afflycted but do thou them succour For why shoulde the vngodly men God in such sort blaspheme And in their herte say that thou wylt not requyre it of them But thou hast sene for thou doest marcke vngodlynes and wronge To put the same into thine hande so myghtye and so stronge The myserable multytude committe them selfes to the For thou art wont to succour suche as wythoute succour be Breake the vngodlyes arme thou shalt seke the wycked man And hys vngodlynes and shalt fynde neyther of them than The Lorde is kyng for euer more and whē all is ended And from hys lande all the heathen people haue peryshed Lord thou haste heard the poore mens cry and wylt gouerne their hert And vnto them thyne eare thou wilt diligētly conuert That thou mayst reuenge the pupyl and the poore oppressed That hēseforth the lyke be not by mortal mē attempted The .xi. Psalme IN the Lorde haue I put my truste how to my soule saye ye Oute of youre mount euen as the byrd se that thou awaye flee For lo the wycked bent their bowe and set their shaftes therin That in the darcke they myght shote them that in herte do not synne Seynge the nettes be broke therfore and the lawes set at nought What coulde the iust man do therin though he toke care and thought But the Lorde in his holy place hath hys throne in heauen His eyes beholde and his eye leddes do serch the sonnes of men The Lorde alloweth the iuste man but he hateth deadly The wycked and suche as do loue force and iniquitie Vpon the wycked he wyll rayne snares fyre and brymstone And eke a stormye burninge wynde thys is their lotte eche one Because the Lorde
maner his couenaunt shal vnto thē appeare Wpon the Lorde my God myne eyes are alwaye surely set For he it is that doeth styll louse my fete oute of the nette Loke backe on thy seruaunt O Lord and take on me mercie For I am succourlesse I saye and in greate myserye The sorowes and cares of myne hert are made moste large in deede To leade me out of my trouble Lord God do thou make spede Lorde be holde myne afflyction and eke mine heauynes And take awaye from me my synnes and all my wyckednes Consyder thou myne enemies for they are ryght many And wythall vyolent despyte they do hate me deadly O Lorde I saye kepe thou my soule and eke delyuer me Let me neuer be put to shame for I do truste in the. O Lorde let perfectnes of lyfe and equitie kepe me Because I tarye for thy grace and put my truste in the. O God redeme thou Israell and thy people eche one From al their trouble and frō al their greate afflyctyon The .xxvi. Psalme IVdge me O Lord because I haue walked innocently And trusting in the Lorde I shall stande vp moste stedfastly O Lorde do thou searche proue me trye thou my renes and herte For I beholdinge thy mercye will not from thy trueth stert I do not syt emonge suche men as walke in vanitie Neyther go I in vnto them that worcke disceytfully The companye of wycked men I do hate moste deadly And wyth the vngodly I wyll not sytin company In innocencye wyll I washe myne handes wythoutten doubt And then thyne holy aultare Lorde I wyll compasse about That I may speake the wordes of prayse and magnyfye thy name And eke declare thy wōders al and thy wōderfull fame The dwellynge of thyne house I haue loued most entierely And the place of the tabernacle of thy great glorye Gather thou not my soule emonge them that dosynne in dede Neyther my lyfe emonge suche men as loue bloude for to shede In whose handes wyckednes is styll studied for before And whose ryght hande is neuer voyde of brybynge gyftes great store But I do walke innocentlye I studie no mans ylle Redeme me Lorde and shewe mercye to thy poore seruaunt styll My fote standeth in the streyght waye I do not go astraye In all companies I wyll prayse the Lorde of myght for aye The .xxvij. Psalme THe Lord is my lyght mine health of whome shoulde I feare take The Lord is the strength of my life who shoulde cause me to quake Whylse ylle men set their men in raye my fleshe for to deuour Myne enmyes dyd stumble and fall none coulde be their succoure Thoughe whole armyes shoulde bysydge me myne herte shall nothinge feare And though warres shoulde growe agaynst me yet woulde I not despeare I haue axte one thynge of the Lorde and wyll requyre the same That I maye dwell all my lyfe tyme in hys house wythoute blame That I may se the Lordes be autie so wōderfull in syght And walke about all hys temple that is so goodly dyght For in hys tent he wyll hyde me in tyme of myserie He will hyde me in the secrete of hys tent pryuelye He wyl lyfte me vp on the rocke he wyll lyfte vp myne heade Aboue my deadly enimyes that haue me cōpassed I wyll offer sacryfyces in hys tente with syngynge I wyl synge and reherse an hymne vnto the Lorde our kynge O Lorde heare thou my voyce wherwyth I do vpon thy call Be mercyfull to me I saye and heare my prayers all For thy sake hath myne herte sayde thus seke the Lorde O my face For I will endeuour O Lorde thy fauoure to purchase Hyde not nor turne thy face from me for thou art my succour Leaue me not of nor forsake me O God my sauiour For when my father and mother forsake me vtterly Then doeth the Lorde gather me vp and kepe me in salfetie Teache me thy waye Lorde and lead me in a path that is ryght For their sakes that lay wayte for me to take me yf they myght Geue me not vp to their pleasure that wyth me be angry For false wytnes stode agaynst me threate me iniurie Saue that I truste to se the pleasure of the Lorde of myght In the lande of the lyuyng I had dispeared out ryght Loke for the Lord truste in hym styl make thyne herte stoute and stronge And tarye for the Lorde I saye reuenge not thyne owne wronge The .xxviij. Psalme O Lord my strength I crye to the be not deafe leste I be Made lyke them that fall in the pyt yf thou speake not to me Heare the voyce of all my prayers whilse I do on the crye And lyfte vp myne handes towarde the dore of thy sanctuarye Do not repute or reken me emonge the vngodly Neyther emonge suche men as do commytte iniquytie Numbre me not with them I saye that do speake peaceably Wyth their neyghbours but in their herte do al myschiefe studie Geue them accordynge to their worcke let them be rewarded Accordyng to the wyckednes that they haue studyed Accordynge to their handy worckes so requite them their mede And geue to them the iust rewarde that they haue deserued Because they marckt not the Lordes workes nor thynges made by his myght He wyll caste them all doune agayne and not buylde them out ryght The Lorde of myght is moste worthy to be alwaye praysed Because he hath hearde my request hathe it accepted The Lorde is my strength and my shylde in him mine herte trusted And I receyued helpe wherfore myne herte is delyted And with my songe I will prayse him and eke his holy name I will remembre his goodnes and teache other the same The Lorde is the strength of them all that to Dauid dyd clynge Ryght so is he the saueyng health of hys annoynted kynge Preserue and kepe the people Lorde and blesse thyne herytaunce Feede them O Lorde and promote them do them euer aduaunce The .xxix. Psalme AScrybe vnto the Lorde all ye that in strength do excell Ascrybe glorye and honoure to the Lorde of Israel Ascrybe all glorye to the name of the Lorde moste myghtye Honour the Lorde in comlynes most decent and holy The Lordes voyce is vpon waters the gloryouse God thundreth Wonders vpon many waters the Lorde him selfe worcketh The voyce of the Lord is in powre without hym there is none The Lordes voyce is magnificence he doeth great thinges alone The Lordes voyce breaketh Cedre trees it breaketh them in twayne The Lorde I saye breaketh the greate Cedre trees of Lybane And he causeth them for to leape lyke a stere or bullocke Lybaine and Sirion as coltes of the vnicornes flocke Greate flammes of fyre slyt in sunder the Lordes voyce shuteth oute The many folde kyndes of lyghnynge are the Lordes worcke no doubt The Lordes voyce maketh the desert as of chylde to trauayle The Lord maketh Cades deserte to trauayl wythoute fayle The Lordes voyce causeth hyndes trauayle and maketh the
they do reioyce before God And are glad They are delyghted inwardly can neuer be sad Synge vnto God synge to his name make a perfect waye To him that rideth in hygh heauen whose name is Lorde for aye Reioyce before him for he is father to fatherlesse And in his holy house he doeth the wydowes cause redresse He is the God that maketh peace and breaketh prisoners band And causeth traytours for to dwell in an vnfruitfull land When he went out through wyldernes before his peoples face The earth shoke the heauens molt before him in his place God of his goodnes sent downe rayne vpon his heritaunce And fylled all the barrant plottes therof wyth aboundaunce That his people myght dwel therin thus dyd the Lorde prepare For his pore flocke and gaue his worde to such as for them care The kynges that had great armies fled they fled and toke the foyle And such men as sate styll at home haue diuided the spoyle What though no doues fether haue bene more vyle then they in syght Yet shall they be as preciouse nowe as gould that shyneth bryght When the almightie had scattred the kynges that ther dyd raygne Thē dyd it glistē lyke the snowe on zalmon that mountayne Goddes hil Sion is lyke Basan for wōderfull plentie An hyll it is that aboundeth wyth all fertilitie O ye great hylles ye myghtie kynges whye do ye hate this hyll Syth it pleaseth the Lorde and he wyll dwel therupon styll His horsmen are twentie thousand and his angelles many In whom he is as in Sinai in hys sanctuarie He is gone vp on hygh and hath wyth him men that where thrall He hath receyued gyftes for men yea for his foes and all Thus hath he done that he myght be the Lord praysed for aye For as the God of our health he geueth vs gyftes eche daye Our God I say and sauiour he is whilse we haue breath And by him alone we escape the sharppe passage of deathe Yet doeth he wound the heades of them that are his enimies And the crowne of the heade of them that from synne wyll not ryse Thus sayde the Lord I wyll restore my people home agayne From Basan and from the depe sea they shal not there remayne Therfore I saye O my people thou shalt not fayle to treade In thy foes bloud and thy dogges tonges shall be therwyth made redde The maner of the goynge of my God my Lord and kynge Is well sene in his holy place where he is abydyng The syngyng mē do go before then folowe the mynstrelles And laste of all the fayer maydens playinge vpon tymbrelles O ye that descend of the flocke of mightie Israell Prayse ye the Lorde in such order as ye haue hearde me tell Fyrst lyttle Beniamin ruleth and Iuda is your strength Then Sebulon and Neptali are captaynes good at length It is god that hath geuē you this strength you maye be sure O God confirme the same in vs that it may styll endure For the kynges do offer to the mo gyftes in sacrifice Then be made at Ierusalem after the temples guise Rebuke the myghtie men of armes that in armes can do well And the stronge men of euerie land that for lucre rebell Disparse them that delyght in warres let messengers come Out of Egypt and Ethiope and sue to thy kyngdome Synge to the Lord O ye kyngdomes of the earth and reioyse To him that rideth on the heauens stretcheth out his voyce Ascribe to hym all myght and power for his glorie doeth raygne Ouer Israell his powre aboue the cloudes certayne O God thou arte to be feared in thy sanctuarie For thou geuest powre to thy flocke and arte of prayse worthy The .lxix. Psalme HElpe me O God for I am lyke to perishe out of hand For I do syncke into the myer where is no place to stande Into depe waters I am fallen which do me ouer flowe I am werie wyth lowde criynge my throte wareth drye nowe Wyth ofte lokynge vp to my God myne eies begyne to fayle And they that hate me wythout cause are now lyke to preuayle For they are moe in numbre then the heyres are on myne head Wherby they cause me to paye that I neuer receiued What ignoraunce hath caused me to do Lord thou doeste see My synnes Lorde and my wyckednes are not vnknowne to the. O God of hostes let not them that to the wyth fayth repare Haue cause by that they see in me to fall into dispeare For in thy cause do I suffer all this rebuke and shame And am caste out from my kynred made straynge to the same The thought that I take for thy house is greate breakynge to me And I take all such wordes to herte as men speake agaynst the. If I dyd euer faste or wepe my bodye for to tame The same hathe ben caste in my teeth as a thynge worthy blame I lapte my bodie in sack cloth and ware it for a coate And then began they for to skoffe and ieste at me I wotte Yea they that sate in the towne gates the rulars and the kynges Iested at me and the drunckardes made thē songes of these thynges But I make my prayer to the O Lorde that I ne mysse Of helpe through thy goodnes and trueth when thy good pleasure is Pulle me out of the depe myer and from drownynge me kepe Deliuer me from enimies from the waters depe Leste the surges do ouerflowe and the syncke swalowe me And the depe pytte shutte vp his mouth whē I shall therin be O Lorde graunt my requeste to me euen for thy goodnes sake And as thy mercies are many oon me pitie take Hyde not thy face from thy seruant for I am nowe troubled Make haste O God shortly let my request be graunted O Lorde drawe nygh vnto my soule let it be salfe through the And because of myne enimies Lord God deliuer me Thou knowest what rebuke I do byde what shame and dishonour For all they that do trouble me are in thy syght ech houre Through the rebuke myne herte is broke and heauie is my mynde I loke for some to pitie me but no conforte I fynde They dyd geue me gall in my meate and when I was thyrsty They gaue me vinager to dryncke such was theyr crueltie Let theyr table be made a snare to take themselfes wyth all And where they trust to lyue in peace ther let them take a fall Darken the eies of theyr iudgment lest they should loke and see Make theyr loynes weake and breake theyr backes that thus haue done to me Poure out thy wrath on them let thyne hotte anger them quell Let theyr houses be made deserte and none therin to dwell For when thou hast striken a man they persecute hym styll And suche men as thou haste wounded they endeuour to kyll Let them encrease in wyckednes neuer se iustice Wype them out of the boke lyfe from emōge the rightwise
power diuine The lyes dregges the rof also he doeth not leaue byhynd But all the wycked of the earth do them in theyr cuppes fynde As for me I wyll preach for aye synge to Iacobes God I wyll breake all the wycked hornes euen wyth an Iron rodde I wyll I saye destroy the power of them that be wycked And suche as delyte in iustice I wyll se exalted The .lxxvj. Psalme IN Iuda God is surely knowē and eke in Israell Hys holy name is had in price and men lyke it full well Hys tabernacle and his tent is in Salem pytched And in Sion his holy seate and dwellynge is builded Ther hath he broken the arrowes that came forth of the bowe The shyld the swerd all the raye he brake also I knowe O Lorde thou art much more noble and more magnificent Then are the robbars of the hylles that to spoylynge are bent The men that were of haute courage are nowe become a praye They are slayne and haue slept theyr slepe so slender was theyr staye All men that were stronge and myghtie able for to fyght Haue not by strenght optayned ought but are turned to flyght When thou rebukest men that fyght on horsse or in charet Then are they caste into slumber and do thē selues forget For thou O Iacobes God I saye arte terrible in dede And who can abyde in thy syght when thy wrath is moued Once thy iuste iudgment was shewed downe from heauen vpon man Then shoke the earth great silēce through out the same began This thynge was done when God arose to minister iudgment And to saue them that on the earth were weake and impotent For when thou doest punish one man and plageste his furie Then doest thou put the rest in feare to deale so cruelly Make and performe vowes to your God all you that nygh him be Loke that ye brynge gyftes vnto him for terrible is he He stoppeth the breath of rulars and causeth them to die And the myghtie kynges of the earth feare him excedyngly The .lxxvij. Psalme WHen I dyd lyfte my voyce to God and dyd vpon him crye Then dyd he geue eare vnto me hearde me wyllyngly In the daye of my trouble I dyd to the Lorde resort ▪ By nyght my power was scatered my soule toke no confort When I called God to my mynde then was my sprite troubled And I mourned excedyngly my courage faynted O God thou dydest knowe certenly the watches of myne eies I was amased and coulde not speake out in any wise Then dyd I call to memorie the tymes that erst haue bene And the years that in the old world our fore fathers haue sene My verses in the nyght dyd I call to my memorie And wyth myne herte I cōmuned and dyd myne owne sprite trie Then sayde I wyll the Lord forsake his poreseruant for aye Wyll he neuer be pleasaūt but thus terrible alwaye Is his loueynge kyndnes quitte lost hath he no more in store Shall the sprite of true prophecie neuer be heard of more Hath God forgotten vtterly howe to be mercifull Wyl he holde in his mercies lyke a man that is irefull Yet at the laste thus dyd I thyncke this is but my weakenes For the right hand of the high God maye chaunge all thynges certes The worckes of the Lorde wyll I call to memorie therfore And wyll not forget the wōders that he dyd heretofore I wyll also O God thyncke on all thy worckes secretly And to speake of thy counselles Lorde I wyll my selfe applye For all thy wayes and thy counselles are holy and vpright No God therfore can be so great as art thou God of myght For thou alone hast brought to passe thynges straynge and wonderfull And emonge the people thou hast made thy power notable For thy people are reuenged by thy great poure full well That is to saye the chyldren of Iosephe and Israell The waters dyd se the O God the waters dyd se the And loste theyr strength and the depe gan amased for to be The darcke cloudes sent downe showeres of rayne in wonderfull plentie And the cloudes sent forth thunder clappes and thy arrowes gan flye The noyse of thy thunder clappes and the flashes of lyghtnynge Appeared round about and the earth fell in a tremblynge Thy wayes are in the sea and thy pathes in waters full stronge And thy fote steppes are not espyed either of olde or yonge Thou dydeste leade thy people lyke a simple flocke of shepe And by the hand of Moses and Aaron thou dydest them kepe The .lxxviij. Psalme ATtend my people to my lawe and to my wordes enclyne My mouthe shall speake strange parables and sentences diuine Which we our selues haue heard seene emonge men that are olde And that for our enstructiō our fathers haue vs told We wyll not therfore hyde these thynges from theyr posteritie But to them that shall come after we wyll tell them playnly We wyll I saye tell the Lordes prayse his strength and hys glorie And eke all hys wonderfull workes to oure posteritie For wyth a certen charge he gaue a lawe in Israell Whiche was that all fathers shoulde these thynges to theyr chyldren tell That theyr posteritie that is theyr sonnes yonge and tender Myght when they come to age knowe them and teache them theyr chylder That they myght haue the better hope in God that is aboue And haue his holy worckes in mynde kepe his lawes for loue And not be lyke theyr fathers that were false and of such sprite That would not frame theyr wycked hertes to credite God a right The sonnes of Ephraim wēt out in armes and thought to spoyle Shothyng theyr dartes yet in the daye of warre they toke the foyle For whye they dyd not kepe wyth God the promise that was made Nor yet would walke or leade theyr lyfe accordynge to his trade But they forgate his worckes eke they smally estemed The wonderfull and noble actes that to thē he shewed Wythin the land of Egypt and in the field of Tanim In the syght of theyr fathers were great wonders wrought by him He dyd diuide and cut the sea and brought them through it drye And bade the waters stand as styll as thynges heaped on hye He led thē secret in a cloude by daye when it was bryght And all the nyght when it was darcke wyth fyer he gaue them lyght He brake the rockes in wyldernes gaue the people dryncke As plentifull as when the welles do flowe vp to the bryncke Out of the rocke of stone he brought fresh water streames at nede And made the waters for to rēne lyke great riuers in dede Yet for all this agaynst the Lord theyr synne dyd styll encrease And styrred him that is most hygh to wrath in wyldernes They tempted God wythin theyr hertes lyke people of mistruste When they cried to haue such meate as serued to theyr luste Then sayde they thus agaynst the Lorde in theyr vnfaythfullnes How
name And for to celebrate the Lorde and to encrease his fame To preach his mercie and goodnes erly before the pryme And also to declare his fayth and trueth in the nyght tyme. On the instrument of ten strynges and lute wyth notes sharppe And eke on the lowde instrumentes and also on the harppe For thou O Lorde haste wyth thy worckes made me merie and glad In the worckes of thyne handes I wyll reioyce and not be sadde O Lorde howe greate and myghtie are thy worckes in this worlde rownde Thy counselles are excedynge depe and eke passynge profounde I grosse heade and one of dull wytte doeth not perceyue this thynge Neither hath the fole in this case any vnderstandynge That is that where the wycked do lyke grasse growe and florishe They floryshe to none other ende but for aye to perishe But thou O Lorde art high for aye forlo thy foes do die So manye as delyte to synne do perishe vtterly But myne horne and my strength shall be lyfte vp and set on hye Lyke the horne of an Vnicorne a beaste stronge and myghtie I shall be annoynted wyth oyle that is boeth newe and freshe There shall no cause of feblenes remayne wyth in my fleshe Myne eie shallse his onwe desyre vpon myne enimies And myne eare shal heare lyke of them that do agaynst me rise The iuste shal florish lyke the palme whose leafe is euer grene And shall growe vp lyke ceder trees that in Libane be sene For they beynge set and planted in the house of the Lorde Shall flourishe in the courtes of our God spreade out abrode Yea they shall budde and brynge forth fruite when they are far in age They shall be full of sappe and iuse theyr colour shall not swage That they maye preach the Lord that is my strength to deale iustly And that in him is no deceyte he doeth nothynge awrye The .xciij. Psalme THe Lord is kynge and hath put on magificence princely The Lorde I saye hath put on strength and made himselfe redie Yea the rounde compasse of the earth is made so firme and sure That it shall not threathen to fall but shall stand and endure Thy throne O Lorde and princely seate was appoynted before From the begymynge and thy selfe haste bene for euermore The freshe waters lyfte vp theyr noyse they lyfte it vp on hye Theyr surges theyr waues they do lyfte vp towarde the skye Yea more then the wylde waters and the greate stormes of the sea Such is the great powre of the Lorde that in heauen hath the swea For that thou Lord haste spoken of thyne house fayre and holy The same shall remayne firme true tyme out of memorie The .xciiij. Psalme OH Lorde God thou that plagest them that dolyue wyckedly O thou reuengeynge God I saye shewe thy selfe openly Auaunce thy selfe O thou that arte iudge ouer all the land And let the proude haue theyr iuste hyer rewarde at thyne hand Howe longe howe longe O Lord shall the wycked reioice proudly Shall they all scape and bragge and boste themselues outragiousely O Lord they do freate thy people weare them cleane awaye Such as thou cleymest by byrth ryght they vexe and greue I saye They do kylwydowes and strangers and murder fatherlesse And then they saye the Lorde seeth not Iacobs God hath no gesse Ye doltysh sorte of the people to learne I you aduise Ye foles I saye what tyme shall we se you prudent and wyse Howe should he that hath made the eare lacke the powre of hearynge And how shoulde he that made the eie lacke the sence of seynge He that doeth checke whole nations and teacheth men science Shoulde not the same rebuke you for such force and violence The Lorde hath knowen that all the thoughtes of mans herte are but vayne As are all the inuentions of an inconstante brayne Happie is the man O Lorde whom thou wylt kepe in awe Right so is he whom thou wylt trayne and enstruct in thy lawe That thou maist ordeyne rest for him agaynst the troublouse tyme Whylse the pyte maye be dygged for the vngodly mans crime The Lorde wyl not his owne people reiect or cast awaye And such as he hath made his owne he wyll not leaue for aye Tyll he haue restored iudgment to the rule of iustice Which all that be of pure herte shall folowe in theyr guise Who could haue risen vp for me against the vngodly Or who could stand wyth me agaynst them that lyue wyckedly Except the Lord had holpen me succoured my nede My soule no doubt should haue dwelled emonge the dead wyth spede When I sayde Lorde my fote doeth slyp then dydst thou me sustayne And when my thoughtes dyd trouble me thou contortedste agayne Lorde arte thou lyke in any poynte to men of cruell sawe That do inuent wayes to oppresse vnder coloure of lawe They renne togither agaynst the soule of a man gyltlesse And do pronownce innocent bloud gyltie of wyckednes But vnto me the Lorde standeth for a forte and defence And my God is the strength wherin I put my confidence And he shall requite them theyr synne stroy them vtterly In theyr malice the Lord I saye our God shall them destroye The .xcv. Psalme COme let vs all reioyce and synge to the Lord that is one Let vs synge to the suer grownde of our saluation Let vs preuent him falle downe before his face wyth prease Let vs synge vnto him wyth psalmes and studie him to please For the Lord is a myghtie God a rular a kynge A myghtie kynge aboue all Goddes thatin earth haue rulynge In whose hand are the most secrete and darcke dennes of the grownde And eke the hygh toppes of the hylles where euer they be fownde The sea also is his for he dyd it facion and frame So dyd his hand the continent that lyeth wythin the same Come on therfore let vs honour and fall downe in his syght Let vs knele before our maker that is the Lorde of myght For he is our God and we the people of his pasture And the flocke of his myghtie hand of whom he taketh cure If ye wyll hede his voyce this daye ye shall haue no hard hert As in the tyme when ye stroue tempted me in desert When tyme your fathers tempted me they dyd me throughly trye So dyd they se my worckes also set out before theyr eie This nation dyd I forbeare wyth payne fourty yeres daye So that I sayde they erre in herte and do not knowe my waye Then sware I to them in the Ire greate he ate of my breste That they should neuer enter in to dwel wyth in my reste The .xcvj. Psalme SYnge a newe songe vnto the Lord in faythse ye accorde All ye that dwell vpon the earth synge this songe to the Lorde Synge to the Lorde and prayse his name preath his saluation Tell his glorie and wondrouse worckes in euerie nation For greate and myghtie is the
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
wandred in desert through wayes in wyldernes â–ª Wherin they founde no dwellynge place in theyr nede and destres And when through great honger and thurste they faynted in theyr mynde They cried to hym in theyr dayngers dyd hym redie fynd He dyd deliuer them I saye and led them the ryght waye To a towne of inhabitaunce and gaue it theÌ„ for aye Let them confesse then and ascrybe to the Lorde his mercies And eke the miracles that he hath done before mens eies For he glutteh the hungry soule fylleth wyth good thynges The soule that is lyke to perishe for lacke of norishynges Such as sate in vtter darckenes and extreme miserie Because they dyd wythstand goddes worde and set nothynge therby The same he made ryght pensyfe and eke of mynde desperate That they myght falle and no man shoulde helpe them in that estate Yet when they cried in theyr dayngers he pulde them out of payne He ledde them out of thycke darckenes and set them fre agayne Let them confesse them and ascribe to the Lorde hys mercies And eke the miracles that he hath done before mens eies For he brake downe the brasen gates and caste them wydde open And the greate barres of Iron he hath in sunder broken The foles that by theyr wycked lyfe haue gote sycknes plentie So that theyr soule abhorred meate they were lyke to die Yet when they cryed in theyr dayngers he pulde them out of payne And his word sent he healed them and made them cleane agayne Let them confesse them and ascribe to the Lorde his mercies And eke the miracles that he hath wrought before mens eies And let them offer sacrifice of hertie confessynge And let them tell forth all hys dedes wyth most ioyfull syngynge Such as in shyppes go to the sea and do theyr busynes there Haue sene goddes worckes and hys wonders that in the depthe appeare Foâ—â—â— his word the stormie wyndes lyfte vp the waues on hye Nowe vp to heauen then they falle downe to hell by and by In these troubles theyr hertes do faile they are turned rounde And wander lyke men that are droÌ„cke theyr wyttes are nothynge sownde These also cried in theyr dayngers and he brought them from payne He layd the storme and eke the waues and made all caulme agayne Then they reioyce because God hath brought them to quiete reste And set theÌ„ in such an hauen as lyketh theyr herte beste Let them confesse then and ascribe to the Lorde hys mercies And eke the miracles that he hath wrought before mens eies And let them extolle him in the companye of people And prayse hym emonge the elders when they do assemble For he turneth the rennynge streames into a deserte grounde And dryeth vp the water sprynges where muche water was founde So doeth he turne che fruitfull grownde into barante and drye Because they that do dwell theron do lyue so vitiousely And full of water he causeth the wyldernes to stande And eke great plentie of welsprynges where erste was most drye lande And there he placeth the hongry and such as lacked foode To build a noble citie there and a dwellyng ryght good And that they myght ther tyll corne fieldes and eke great vinyardes plant That myght beare fruite in such plentie that there should be no want Further he doeth them prospere so that they encrease greatly And theyr cattell he saueth so that none of them do dye Yet are they minished also and do somethynge decaye Sore vexed and oppressed of theyr owne rulars I saye For God despyseth the rulars sometyme and that greatly Makynge them wander in desert through whych no waye doeth lye But the pore he preserueth aye out of all miserie And theyr housholdes he handleth as they were shepe truly Which thynges when the good sorte dose they reioyce and be fayne And the wycked haue nought to blame or wherof to complayne Who so therfore is wise let him kepe these thynges in his mynde And consyder what benifites he doeth in the Lorde fynde The .cviij. Psalme MYne herte is made redie to synge O God and eke to playe On instrumentes melodiouse O my glorie I saye My lute and eke myne harppe arise for I wyll wake erlye In the mornynge wyth the daye sprynge my Lorde to magnifie And vnto the wyll I confesse throughout all regions And wyll synge and set forth thy name emonge all nations For thy mercie Lord is so greate that the heauens it doeth passe And thy trueth reacheth to the skye that doeth the earth compasse Be thou more high then heauen O God and let thy maiestie Be hygher then the earth that is vnder thyne imperie And that thyne elect and chosen maye be deliuered By thyne owne powre saue vs and let our request be graunted Because God hath spoken the worde wythin his holy place I wyll wyth ioye diuide Sichem Sucoths vale by passe Gibead and eke Manesses are myne but Ephraim Is the key of my kyngdome and Iuda my lawes doeth deme As for Moab is my washe pan on Edom wyll I walke And ouer Palestine wyll I synge and pleasantly talke Who shall leade me into stronge holdes into townes of defence Who shall leade me into Idume full of magnificence Shalt not thou do it O my God whoe dyddest vs forsake And wouldest not walke wyth our men wheÌ„ we dyd the warres take O God helpe thou in all distres for mans helpe is but vayne But we shall fyght stoutly through God by whom our foes are slayne The .cix. Psalme O God whom only I do prayse whose name I magnifie Holde the not styll but speake O Lorde and shewe thy selfe therby For the mouth of thy wycked man and the mouth disceythfull Are open agaynste me and talke wyth a tongue right gylefull And wordes that do sprynge of hatered haue compassed me rownde And wythout cause they assault me beate me to the grounde For the loue that I beare to them they are myne enimies And yet do I praye for them all in my moste hertie wyse And for the good I do to theÌ„ they render euell to me So do they hatered for my loue my greate charitie Agaynst suche one O Lorde styr vp the wycked of the lande And let his aduersarie stande styflye at hys ryght hand When he shal be brought to iudgment let hym be founde wicked â–ª And when he prayeth let hym then wyth synne be infected Make hys lyfe dayes fewe and geue hys office to an other Make his children fatherlesse an wydowe theyr mother Let his chyldren wander and begge and seke foed ouer all When they come out of theyr houses that are lykely to fall Let the vsurar bygyle hym of all he doeth possesse And the enmie take all that doeth by hys labour encrease Let ther none chaunce to hym that would take vpon him pitie Ne that woulde worcke a benifite to hys posteritie Let his ofsprynge be in daynger of the destruction And his name haue an ende
is bent Lo as the seruantes eyes are fyxte vpon theyr maisters hande So do we loke on our Lord God do before him stande And as the handmaydes eyes behold the hande of hir mestres So are our eies turned to him tyll we fele his goodnes Deale mercifully wyth vs Lorde deale thou mercifully For wyth contempt we are fylled and that in great plentie Longe tyme nowe hath our soule benfull of the rych mens mockynge So hath it ben longe satisfied wyth proude mens despysynge The .cxxiiij. Psalme NOwe maye Israell salfly saye we had all dyed in dede Had not the lord that is redye with vs holpen at nede Excepte the lord had holpen vs when mē agaynst vs rose In theyr Ire they had eaten vs alyue as I suppose By this tyme they had drowned vs as waters that do flowe And as a swyfte streme they had gone quite ouer our heades nowe By thys tyme I saye the waters that swell excedyngly Had ouercome our syly soule and caused vs to dye We muste preach and set forth the Lorde we most prayse him I saye That hath not geuen vs to theyr teeth that we should be theyr praye For our soule hath scaped theyr snare and is nowe at large set Euen as the sparowe that breaketh out of the foulars net The net is broken nowe I saye we are escaped Our helpe therfore is in his name that hath all thynges formed The .cxxv. Psalme ALl such as do truste in the Lorde shall neuer be moued More then the holy hyll Sion that is surly founded And as aboute Ierusalē are hyghe hylles on eche syde So shall the Lorde compasse hys floke from hense forth at eche tyde For the parte of wyckednes shall not wyth the iuste remayne Leste from doynge iniquitie theyr handes shoulde not refrayne O Lord do thou good vnto them in whom thou doest good fynde And to all suche as thou knowest to be of a good mynde And let suche as do wyckedlye haue the wyckedes rewarde At the Lordes hande that Israel maye lyue nowe in salfegarde The .cxxvj. Psalme WHen the Lorde shall restore Sion out of bondage agayne Thē shal we be lyke men that dreame that they haue lyued in payne Our mouth and tonge shall be full wyth laughter and syngynge then And the Heathen shall saye the Lorde hath done much for these men The Lorde no doubt hath done wyth vs thynges that are greate in dede And we are made merie therby and greatly conforted Oh Lorde leade thou vs home agayne out of captiuitie Euen as thou causeste the riuers of the south parte to drye Let them that sowe theyr seede wyth teares and water of thyre eies Reioyce when they shall reape the same in moste plentifull wise The man that beareth the seedlepe shall go on styll wepynge But when he shall carie the sheaues he shal returne syngynge The .cxxvij. Psalme VNlesse the Lorde do builde the house the buildars lose theyr payne And except he kepe the citie the kepars watch in vayne It is in vayne that you do rise so sone and reste so late And that you get your vitayles wyth payn and sorowes so greate Syth in the meane ceasone God doeth graunte slepe and quiete reste To his dearlynges and all such men as his herte lyketh beste Beholde the byrthryght of the Lorde is chylder and younge frye And the wages that he geueth the fruite of the bealye The chyldren that be borne in youth whylse boeth parentes be yonge Are lyke the arrowes that are shotte by a man that is stronge And happie is he that fylleth his quiuer wyth the same For when they shal stryue wyth they re lyke they shall sustayne no shame The .cxxviij. Psalme HAppye and blessed is that man that feareth God aryght And walketh forward in his wayes with all his mayne myght Thynges gotten wyth his labour he shall eate of at his nede He shal be blessed shal lyue moste welthyly in dede In his house sydes his wyfe shall be as a vyne most fruitfull And his sonnes lyke Olyue branches rownd aboute his table For lo in this sorte is the man made blessed and happie That doeth stande in dreade and feare of the Lorde vnfaynedly Out of Sion the Lord shall geue to him this good blessynge To se Ierusalem in peace all dayes of his lyueynge And to se the sonnes of his sonnes descendynge of hys bloud And eke the state of Israell boeth fortunate and good The .cxxix. Psalme NOwe may Israell saye they haue fought ryght sore agaynst me Verie oftē from my youth vp that myne enimies be Ryght ofte they haue fought against me from my yougth may he saye Yet agaynst me could they neuer preuayle ne haue theyr waye The plowmen haue plowed my backe and made ther forowes longe But the iuste Lorde hath cut the bandes of men wicked and stronge Let all that hate Sion take shame and be dryuen backe and made Lyke grasse that groweth on houses and doeth sodenly fade So that the reapar can not fynde enough to fyll hys hande Neither the byndar hys arme full to laye wythin hys bande Neither do they that passe by saye the Lorde geue you blessynge In the Lordes name we wyshe you good and encrease of all thynge The .cxxx. Psalme FRom the deapth of all miserie O Lord on the call I Lorde heare my voyce let thyne eares geue hede vnto my crye For if thou Lord God wouldeste marcke synnes who coulde then be saued But thou arte full of clemencie and arte therfore feared For the haue I loked O Lorde so hath my soule also And in the do I put my truste boeth in well and in wo. My soule doeth loke tarie for the Lorde from the morne tyde From morne to morne I saye my soule doeth for the Lorde abyde Let Israell waite on the Lorde for wyth him is mercie And wyth the Lorde redemption is wonderfull plentie For he redemeth Israel from al his wyckednes ▪ And setteth all his people free from theyr iniquities The .cxxxi. Psalme O Lorde myne hert hath not bene proude neither myne eies loftie I haue not sought prayse in great thynges neither clymed to hye I lle myght I speed if I haue not though myselfe none other Then the yonge chylde that is weaned at home wyth his mother And the soule or the mynde that doeth wythin my bodie reste Is lyke the chyld that lately hath bene takē from the breste Oh Israell waite on the Lorde truste styl in him I saye Put all thy confidence in him for euer and for aye The .cxxxij. Psalme O Lorde be myndfull of all thynges that haue vexed Dauid That to his good all his trouble maye be alwaye turned For he hath sworne vnto the Lorde and vowed solemnely To the myghtie God of Iacob and sayed for certentie I lle myght I spede if I enter my tent or clyme my bedde Or if I shall graunte any slepe to the eies of myne heade Or if I suffer myne eie leddes to wyncke
or do once nodde Tyll I fynde a place for the Lorde and house for Iacobs God Him haue we hearde in Ephrata there haue we heard his sounde And in the fieldes of wyldernes present we haue him founde Go we therfor to his dwellynges throne where he doeth sitte And let vs fall downe and worshyp the stole vnder his fete Arise O Lorde thou that shalt come into thy quiete reste Arise thou I saye and let the arcke of thy powre be preste Let thy priestes put on rightuousenes let thy good men synge And for thy seruant Dauids sake saye not naye to thy kynge The Lorde sware trueth vnto Dauid and wyll it not denie That he would set vpon his throne some fruite of his bealy If thy sonnes shal kepe my comnaunt and lawes that I shall teache Theyr sonnes also shall weare the crowne so longe as tyme doeth reache For the Lorde hath chosen Sion to be his seate sayeinge This is myne euerlastynge rest here shall be my dwellynge For I haue chosen hir and wyll geue hir vitailes plentie And wyth breade wyll I fede hir pore and them all satisfie Hir priestes I wyll indue wyth health they shall be in salftie And the good mē that dwel in hir shal synge reioyceyngly In hir wyll I make Dauids horne his power for to springe And in hir I haue prepared a candle for my kynge Whose enimies I wil endue wyth rebuke and wyth shame But vpon him shall aye florish his crowne diadeame The .cxxxiij. Psalme BEhold howe good a thynge it is howe pleasaunt to see If brothers can dwell togither in all pointes agree It is lyke as if good oyntmēt that smelleth moste swetely Beynge shed on the heade should drope on the bearde by and by The beard I saye of the hygh priest that was named Aharon And should drope on the cape of the garmentes that he had on Lyke the dewe of mounte Hermon that on Sions hille doeth falle Where the Lorde bade blessynge should be and lyfe sempiternall The .cxxxiiij. Psalme BEholde ye seruantes of the Lorde preach ye the Lorde of myght All ye I saye that stande present in the Lordes house by nyght Lyfte vp your handes wyth holines towarde his sanctuarie And preach the Lord shewe forth hys prayse and eke hys greate mercie The Lorde geue the out of Sion welth felicitie The Lorde I saye that made the earth and eke the heauen hye The .cxxxv. Psalme OH ye that be the Lordes seruātes prayse his name without staye Al ye that stāde in the Lordes house our goddes courtes I saye Prayse God for whye the Lord is good syng vnto his name For it is full pleasaunt and good wherfore prayse ye the same For God hath chosen vnto hym Iacob Israell To be hys people and hys flocke thys do I knowe right well For I knowe that the lorde is greate and doeth all goddes excell And doeth all thynges at hys pleasure in heauen earth and in hell Frō al the borders of the earth he draweth vp clowdes I knowe He turneth lyghtnynges into rayne and maketh the wyndes blowe He strake and slewe all the fyrste borne aswell of man as beaste That were of the frye of Egypt where his flocke was oppreste He sent forth signes and eke wōders amyd Thegyptians lande So dyd he to kynge Pharao wyth all his garde or band Manye and sundrye nations he dyd also destroye So dyd he kyll right many kynges moste puisaunt and myghtie He destroyed Sichon himselfe the kynge of Amorrites And Og kynge of Basan wyth all kyngdomes of Chananites And he gaue theyr enheritaunce theyr byrthright I saye To his people that it myght be theyr heritage for aye O Lorde thy name is eternall so is thy memorie Thou shalt neuer be forgotten thy name shall neuer die For the Lorde shall iudge his people he shall reuenge theyr wronge And from his flocke he shall returne wyth a reioyceynge songe The Images of the heathen are of gould and syluer The worcke that mans hand hath brought forth and molten togither For they haue mouthes and do not speake and eies and do not see So haue they eares and do not heare suche worthy thynges they be They haue a nose yet in theyr mouth ther is no breath at all They haue no breath to speake to such as do vpon them call Lyke whom all such men shall be made as do make them certayne And so shall they that put theyr trust in thynges that are so vayne Ye house of Israell I saye preach ye the Lorde therfore And ye house and stocke of Aharon preache the Lorde euer more Ye house and kynred of Leuie ye priestlye nation Preache ye the Lorde O ye that feare the Lorde preach hym eche one The Lorde that hath hys dwellynge in Ierusalem for aye Must haue his prayse out of Sion prayse ye the Lorde I saye The .cxxxvj. Psalme COnfesse confesse vnto the Lorde for he is good I saye Confesse to him for hys goodnes continueth for aye Confesse vnto the God of goddes whose goodnes doeth styll laste Confesse vnto the Lord of lordes whose mercie is not paste Because hys goodnes hath no ende he doeth wonders alone· And by hys wisedome he hath made the heauens euerychone Because his mercie is endlesse he hath lyfted vp grownde Aboue the waters hath made two lyghtes boeth greate and rownde Because hys goodnes hath no ende he made the sunne so bryght To rule the daye eke the mone starres to rule the nyght Because his mercie is endlesse he slewe the fyrste borne all Of the Egyptians and brought Israell out of thralle Because his goodnes hath none ende he dyd this wyth greate myght And wyth an arme that was styfly stretched out in theyr syght Because hys mercie is endlesse he dyd the red sea slyt In sunder and brought Israell salfe and sounde thorowe it Because hys goodnes hath none ende he drowned Pharao ▪ Subuertynge hym in the red sea and hys armie also Because hys mercie is endlesse he led through desert lande His owne people and slewe greate kynges that dyd hys flocke wythstande Because his goodnes hath none ende he slewe kynges moste myghtie Sichon hym selfe that was the kynge of Thamorrites Citie Because hys mercie is endlesse he slewe Og Basans kynge And gaue theyr lande heritage from them and theyr of sprynge Because hys goodnes hath none ende he gaue Ogges lande I saye Vnto hys seruaunt Israell for euer and for aye Because hys mercies endlesse he had vs remembred At such tyme as we were but vyle and were sore oppressed Because hys goodnes hath none ende he hath set vs all cleare From them that were oure enimies as well far of as nere Because hys mercie is endelesse he doeth all beastes feede And geueth to eche lyueynge thynge suche fode as it doeth nede Confesse confesse I saye vnto the God celestiall Whose bountifull goodnes shall laste and be sempiternall The
that is my staye And let the God of my soule health be extolled I saye It is God that geueth me powre for to reuenge my wronge And that doeth subdue vnto me peoples mightie and stronge It is God that doeth leade me out from my deadly enmies Lord thou doest brynge me vp from thē that do agaynste me ryse And from the man that doeth purpose me wronge and violence Thou doest deliuer me I saye wyth carefull diligence And for this cause O Lorde I wyll in the Heathen prayse the And wyll synge to thyne holy name wherso euer I be And for the greatnes of the healthe and prosperouse lyueynge Wherwyth thou doest enrych Dauid thyne owne anoynted kynge And for the health wherby thou doest with benefites applye Thyne annoynted Dauid and eke his seede eternally The .xix. Psalme TO vs the heauens dooe declare goddes wonderfull glorie And the cōpasse therof doeth shewe hys handworcke trulye The daye that succedeth shal teach vs yet a lytle more And the nyght folowynge shall shewe more then that went before They haue no maner of language nor wordes sowndynge wyth noyse They speake not as men vse to speake no mā doeth heare theyr voyce Yet went theyr rule through out the world all men haue heard theyr sounde And theyr wordes went into the coastes of all the worlde sorownde In these heauens the Lorde hath sette a dwellynge place and tent For the sunne that wyth his bryght beames is alwaye resplendent And as a brydgrowme he commeth out of his bower bryght Ryght cherfully to renne his rase lyke to a man of myght At the vtmost parte of the easte he doeth his rase begynne And in the vtmoste of the weste is hys returnynge in And vnder the heauens that be so wonderfull and wyde There is not one that from his heate may hym absent or hyde The Lordes lawe is pure and perfect turnynge the soule to it So is hys testimonye true geueynge the simple wytte The decrees of the Lord are streyght and make a mans herte lyght So is the Lordes precept most pure maketh the eies bryght The feare of the Lorde is right pure and doeth euer excell So are his iudgmentes true and iuste this do I knowe right well They are more to be desyred then plentie of pure goulde And sweter then the honie combe that droppeth many folde Yea in them thy pore seruant is chiefly admonished And in the obseruance of them much hyre is promised Whoe is able to marke his fautes them to vnderstande To purge me from my secrete fautes Lorde do thou take in hande And put from me all greate mischiefes leste they ouercome me And then from all greate treaspases I shall innocent be O Lorde that art my sure defence doest reuenge my ryght Let my wordes and thought of myne herte be pleasant in thy syght The .xx. Psalme I Besech God the Lord heare the in all thy miserie And that the name of Iacobs God do place the in safetie And that he helpe and succour the from his sanctuarie And that out of Sion he do vnderset the surely And that he do remember all thy gyftes or sacrifice And that thy fat brēt offeringes be pleasant in hys eies God graunt he geue the thy desyre euen as thyne hert doeth wyll And that all thy mynde and counsell he do throughly fulfyll Then wyth syngynge we wyll reioyce in thy saluation And wyth triumphe set vp bannars in oure goddes name anone For the Lord wyll fulfyll al thy requestes this is no naye And then shall eche man in his herte breake out in wordes and saye Nowe I acknowledge that the Lord hath preserued hys kynge And hath heard hym out of heauen where he is abydynge I acknowledge he hath heard hym out of hys holy place By the saueynge strength of his powre and his plentifull grace Let some put theyr trust in charettes and some in horses hye Yet the name of the Lorde our God wyll we speake of trulye They fell vnderneth theyr burden were quite destroyed But we stode styfly vnder it and were styll strengthened The Lorde shall aye preserue and kepe his owne anoyted kynge And in the daye when we shall call he shall geue vs hearynge The .xxj. Psalme LOrde in thy myght and powre the kynge shall be glad and merie And in thy saueyng health he shall reioyce excedyngly Thou haste geuen hym his hertes desyre wythout any delay And of the thynges he hath asked thou hast not sayde hym naye Wyth the beste and most pleasaunt gyftes thou haste hym preuented And ryght so wyth a crowne of goulde hys heade thou hast crowned He asked lyfe of the and thou haste geuen to hym certayne Such lenght of dayes that he shall be when no tyme shall remayne Through the health that thou gaueste hym ryght great is hys glorye Vpon him thou hast set honour bryghtnes great plentie Thou haste set hym that he hath aye plentye and aboundaunce Of all good thynges so doest thou chere him wyth thy comtenaunce For in the Lord the kyng putteth his trust vnfaynedly And shall stande stydfastly through the goodnes of God most hye Thyne hande hath founde all suche men as thy deadly enmies be And thy ryght hande hath founde all such as euer hated the. Lyke a fornayce in thyne anger thou hast them all kenled The Lorde hath eate them in hys Ire fyre hath them consumed The fruyte of theyr bodies thou haste rowted out of the land And haste not suffered theyr seede emonge men for to stand For they went obout to noye the and for to do the yll They inuented suche wyckednes as they could not fulfyll But thou madest them as a but to shote at wyth thy bowe And wyth thy strynge thou leuelledste euen at theyr face I knowe Extolle thy selfe Lorde in thy powre set vp thy selfe on hye Then shall we synge and celebrate thy powr most worthyly The .xxij. Psalme MY God my God why dydest thou forsake thy pore seruant From myne health my roreynge crye howe far art thou distant By daye I call on the my God but no answere I heare And eke by night but vnto me no silence doeth appere Yet art thou the holye rular of prayse in Israell Thou art I saye the holy one that emonge them doeth dwell Our fathers haue trusted in the thou haste ben all theyr staye They haue trusted in the and thou haste set them tree I saye They haue cried to the I saye and are deliuered They haue put all theyr trust in the and are not ashamed As for me I am but a worme I am no mā in dede I am an opprobrye of men of people despised So manye as do loke on me do laugh at me alwaye They mocke they mowe and moue theyr heades and with them selfe they saye He hath lefte all thinges to the Lorde let hym set him at large And for the loue he beareth hym let the same him discharge But thou art he O Lorde that
wodes bare But in his temple all men do prayse him with al theyr care The Lorde sytteth in the deludge that ouerfloweth wyde He sytteth Lorde and kynge I saye doeth euer abyde The Lord geueth hys people powre them selfe for to defende Mercye and peace to hys people the Lorde doeth euer sende The .xxx. Psalme I Wyl prayse the O Lorde because thou haste me broke and worne But haste not suffered my foes for to laugh me to scorne O Lorde my God in my sycknes I haue cryed to the I haue called on the I saye and thou haste healed me Lorde thou haste called my soule backe frō the brym of the pyt And haste restored me that I shoulde not fal into it Ye that haue felt the Lordes mercye synge a Psalme vnto hym Set forth the memorye of hys holynes with an hymne For his anger bydeth not longe and when he is pleased He geueth lyfe vnto ech man that hath on hym trusted Though they come home wepeynge at nyght wyth a sorowefull voyce Yett in the morne cometh gladnes they shal agayne reioyce Certenly I sayde in this wyse in my prosperitie I wyll neuer bowe nor yet bend but stande vp styll stoutly For thou O Lorde hadst placed strength on thy seruantes mountayne But as sone as thy face was hyd I was troubled agayne Vnto the my Lorde dyd I calle in this myne heauie case And dyd wyth moste erneste prayar fall downe before thy face What should my bloude profyte if I should go downe to the pyt Shall dust prayse the or shall thy trueth be declared by it O Lorde heare and graunt my requeste be mercifull to me O Lorde I saye be thou myne helpe I hūbly besech the. My wepeyng and waylyng thou hast into a dawnce turned So haste thou loosed my sakcloth me wyth ioye clothed Wherfore ech man shal synge to the glorie wythouten staye O Lorde my God for euer more I wyll prayse the I saye The .xxxj. Psalme O Lorde I trust in the alone let me neuer haue naye Delyuer me in thy iustice when I do to the praye Bowe downe thyne eare to me I saye delyuer me outryght Be my defence and sure castell to saue me by thy myght For thou art my rocke and sure ground my defence at nede Wherfore for thy names sake leade me and dryue me forth to fede Brynge me out of the net that they haue layed and hyd for me Because my myght and eke my strength remayneth whole in the. Into thyne handes I do cōmitte my soule vnfaynedly Thou haste redemed me O Lorde the God of veritie I haue hated all suche men as do folowe vanitie But in the Lorde I haue alwaye trusted vnfaynedly Of thy mercie I wyll reioyce thou that lokest on my payne And that in my great miserie doeste not my soule disdayne Neyther haste shette me in the hande or powre of myne enmie But haste set my fote all at large and at full libertie Be mercifull to me O Lorde for I am sore oppreste Myne eies dasle and eke my soule and bealy take small reste Sorowe freateth my lyfe awaye mournynge bryngth my laste daye My strength fayleth through wyckednes al my bones waste awaye All my foes and enmies haue made a raylynge stocke of me But chyeflye suche in verie dede as of my neyghbours be My fryndes my famyliars haue hated me outright And when they sawe me come abroade they fled out of my syght I was forgotten vtterly as a man that is deade So was I made lyke a vessell that longe sence perished I heard that many blamed me and layde faultes to my charge Feare and tremblyng stode aboute I myght not walcke at large Whylse they consulted togither and dyd theyr wyttes employe Howe to inuent awaye to take my pore soule subtylly But I haue put my truste in the O Lorde vnfaynedly And wyth myne herte thus haue I sayde thou arte my God truly Lorde my lyfe dayes are in thyne hand let me neuer be thrall Set thou me free from myne enmies persequutours all Lyghten thy countenaunce vpō thy pore seruant I saye And for thy mercifull goodnes saue me wyth out delaye O Lorde let me not aske in vayne because I call on the But let the wycked haue that shame in the graue let them be Let lyeynge lyppes haue nought to saye which speake most craftily And eke proudly agaynste the iuste and most dispytfully Ryght large are the good thynges that thou dost kepe for them that be In thy feare and that thou dydst in theyr syght that truste in the. Vnder thy face thou shalt hyde them frō all mens conspyrynge From the debate of tonges thou shalt hyde them in thy dwellynge The Lorde is worthy for to be praysed of olde and yonge For notably he shewed me hys mercie in a towne stronge When I fled hastily I thought I am caste of surely But thou heardst the voyce of my prayer when I dyd to the crye All ye true seruantes of the Lorde loue hym vnfaynedly Whoe doeth defende the faythfull and plage the proude plentuousely Be stronge and myghtie for the Lorde wyl cause your herte be stronge So many of you as do trust in hym boeth olde and yonge The .xxxij. Psalme THat man is blest that is lyghted of hys transgression And whose synne is hydde in the hope of hys saluation The man is bleste to whō the Lord doeth not impute hys synne So is he bleste wythin whose breaste no disceyte doeth begyn Whylse I do dayly with my self sometyme thyncke secretly And some tyme breake out wyth wepyng my bones consume greatly For nyght and daye thyne hande powre lyeth vpon me heauie My iuse and moysture are made lyke thynges that sommer doeth drye But when I had tolde the my fault had not hyd my synne And after that I had this thought it is best I begynne For to confesse vnto the Lord all my transgression Forth wyth thou dydst geue me of all my synnes remission Wherfore ech goodman wyll praye the dureynge the tyme of grace And the floude of the ragynge waues shall not come to hys place Thou arte myne hydynge place and wylt kepe me from miserie And wylt beset me wyth the myrth of men that scape hardly Thou hast sayde I wyll teach the in the waye thou shouldest go And wyth myne eie and cleare knowledge I wyll helpe the also Be not lyke to the horsse or mule that do nought vnderstande Whose chawes thou must bynd wyth a bytte ere they folowe thyne hande The sorowes of the wycked men are ryght many in dede But he that doeth stycke to the Lorde shall neuer stande in nede Be glad in the Lorde O ye iuste reioyce in hys syght Synge vnto hym so many as are in youre hertes vpright The .xxxiij. Psalme REioyce ye iust men in the Lord prayse doeth good men beseme Prayse ye the Lord wyth harppe lute play on ten strynges to hym Synge a newe songe syngeswete musick wyth
haste made me thy bonde seruant and haste not required Brent offeringe nor sacrifice for synne to be offred Then dyd I saye beholde I am redie at hand wyth the In the first pagine of the boke it is wrytten of me I assent O my God to do all that thou doeste allowe And in the myddes of my bowelles thy lawe is placed nowe I haue preached thy rightuousnes in a greate companie Lo I neuer forbade my lyppes this knowste thou certenly Thy rightuousnes I haue not kept wyth in myne herte secret Thy sure promises and thy health I haue styll abroade set I haue not ceased to declare in a great concion Thy goodnes and thy veritie thy mercies Lorde ech one Neyther doest thou kepe backe O Lorde from me thy mercies free Thy goodnes and thy veritie do euermore kepe me Because innumerable euelles had so oppressed me My synnes dyd so possesse me that I coulde none of them see They were many moe in number then the heares of myne heade Wherfore myne herte hath fayled me I became lyke one deade Let it please the therfore O Lorde to set thy seruant fre Make haste O Lorde do not tarie but come and succour me Let them suffer shame and reproufe that seke my soule to kyll And let them be dryuen backe wyth shame that delyte in myne yll Let them that saye haha haha to me in scornefull wyse Be quite wasted because they dyd my rebuke enterpryse Let such as do seke the reioyse and eke be glad in the And let them that loue thyne health saye praysed myght the Lorde be But I am afflicted and pore the Lord careth for me Thou art myne helpe and redemer my God do not tarie The .xli. Psalme HAppie is he that wyth the pore vseth hym selfe wisely For the Lorde shall deliuer hym in tyme of miserie The Lorde shall kepe hym and to hym he shall hys health restore That on the earthe he may enioye pleasures yet a whyle more For thou O Lorde doest not fauour thy pore seruant so yll As to permitte hys enimyes to vse hym at theyr wyll And lyinge in hys sycknes bed thou shalt hym styll sustayne And in hys weaknes thou shalt change all hys whole bed certayne Wherfore do I also saye thus O Lorde be good to me Heale thou my soule for I also haue synned agaynst the. Myne enmies curssed me and sayde when shall we se hym dye When shall hys name perishe and be put out of memorie And when any of them came to me full vaynely he spake And thought euell in herte but whē he came abroade out it brake Emonge them selues myne enimies dyd whysper togither Agaynste me and thus dyd they thyncke on my mischiefe euer Some greate myschyfe is fallen on hym he shall perishe certayne Syth he is layed sycke in his bed he shall not ryse agayne Yea and my most familiar whome I trusted greatly And he that fed at my table spurned me sodenly Thou therfore Lord be good to me shewe me mercie in dede Set me vp on my fete that I maye requite them theyr mede By thys thynge do I knowe my selfe in thy fauoure to be Because my foes do not reioyce nor tryūphe ouer me And because I am innocent of lyfe thou wylt me staye And wylt sette appoynt me in thyne owne presence alwaye Let the Lord God of Israel be praised euermore From tyme to tyme praysed be he Amē saye we therfore The .xlij. Psalme LYke as the hynde doeth crye after the swifte renneynge water ▪ So doeth my soule crye vnto the O God my redemer My soule is thyrstie after God the God that lyueth aye Whē at the laste shal I appeare before goddes face I saye My teares haue bene my sustinaūce boeth by daye and by nyght Whylse they haue dayly sayde to me where is thy God of myght So sone as I remembre howe I led them in a route To the house of the Lord my God my soule I do poure out When I remember howe I led forth a greate companie Syngynge and praysynge God then doeth myne herte reioyce greately O my soule why arte thou so sadde and in me so troubled Truste in God for I wyll thancke hym for myne health receyued O my God my soule in my breste doeth dispear vtterly Because I am compelled in the wyldernes to lye Because I do remēbre the beynge agaynst my wyll In the land beyonde Iordayne and Hermonims lyttle hyll One depenes calleth an other as lowde as thy stremes renne All thy floudes and thy stormes do passe ouer myne heade often His mercifull goodnes the Lorde sheweth to me by daye And by nyght I dosyng praye to God that lyueth aye Thus wyl I saye to God my strength why doest thou me forget Why do I go in mournynge robes when my foes me byset When my foes saye where is thy God reuile me dayly It is as though they thrast asworde into my bones fiersly O my soule why art thou so sadde in me so troubled Trust in God for I wyll prayse him for myne health receyued I wyll celebrate him I saye yet a whyle for myne health And for that he seweth him to be the God of all my wealthe The .xliij. psalme IVdge me O God take my cause in hand and do me rydde From a wycked people and from a man false and wycked For thou my God arte my whole powre why haste thou put me by Whye do I mourne when myne enmies do frete me cruely Sende me thy lyght veritie let them leade me the waye Vnto thyne holye hyll and to thy dwellynge place I saye That to goddes aultare to God my ioye and reioyceynge I maye enter to my God I maye on myne harppesynge O my soule whye arte thou so sadde and in me so troubled Truste in God for I wil prayse hym for myne health receyued I wyl I saye celebrate him for the health wherwyth he Shall make me gladde and eke declare hym selfe my God to be The .xliiij. Psalme O God we haue hearde wyth oure eares our fathers haue vs tolde The worckes that thou dydest in theyr tymes and in the verneyers olde To plant them in thou haste by force dryuen the heathen out Thou haste afflicted nations but hast made these men stoute They dyd not wynne the lande neither theyr health by theyr owne myght But by thy powre thy fauoure that hadste in them delyght And thou thy selfe O God I saye arte my Lorde and my kynge Let the health of Iacob him selfe be at thy disposeynge Through the we shall shake them of that vex vs in any wyse And through thy name we shal neglect them that agaynste vs rise I wyl not put my confidence nor my trust in my bowe For my sword or other weapon shall not saue me I knowe But thou doest preserue and kepe vs from our aduersaries And doest make them ashamed that do hate vs in such wise In God we do dayly reioyce in God we
pryncely seate and in hys holy throne To the people of Habrams God great rulars are ioyned Because he doeth excell them that haue the earth defended The .xlviij. Psalme THe Lorde is greate and much praysed and magnified styll Wythin the citie of our God and in hys holy hyll The mount Sion on whose north syde the greate kynges towne standeth Is a goodly coÌ„trey is the ioye of the whole earth God is knowne and acknowledged in hys owne palaices To be a castell of defence to such men as are his For lo kynges came togither and so passed by alonge And were amased at the syght and dryuen forth headlonge This feare and sorowe taketh them euen as vehemently As the throwes of a woman that should trauayâ—e by and by And as the easterne wynde that doteh blowe wyth greate stormes of hayle Is wont to breake the shippes that do vpon the salte sea sayle As we haue hearde so haue we sene in the Lorde of hostes towne In oure goddes citie whyche he hath made sure for fallynge downe O God let vs conceyue in mynd thy goodnes and mercie In the myddle of thy temple and thy saynctuarie Lyke as thy name so doeth thy prayse O God go through the lande And aboundaunce of iustice is in thy powre and right hande Let the mount of Sion be glad let Iudes daughters reioyce For thy iudgmentes when they shal heare thyne holy worde and voyce Se that ye go aboute Sion compasse it about rounde Number all the lettle turrettes that in hir walles be founde Marcke hir forefence diligently and hir palaices hye That you maye make reporte of it to youre posteritie For this is God and our God is for euer for aye He shall direct and gouerne vs euen to oure dyeinge daye The .xlix. Psalme ALl people hearken and geue eare to that that I shall tell Boeth hygh and lowe boeth riche pore that in the worlde do dwell For whye my mouth shall make discourse of many thynges ryght wyse In vnderstandynge shall myne herte hys studie exercise I wyll enclyne myne eare to knowe thynges full dearckely spoken And eke vpon myne harpe I wyll make my dearcke speach open In the tyme of aduersitie whye should I stande in doubt If the wyckednes of my steppes should compasse me about Emonge them that haue greate richesse and do trust therin moste And in the multitude therof do aye glorie boaste There is not one that any waye can hys brother redeme Nor paye to God the raunsome that he doeth for hym esteme For to redeme theyr soules from death the price would be to hye To make them so perfect that they myght lyue eternally And to make them that in them selfe they should no such cause haue But that they myght lyue euer and neuer come to the graue For it is playne that as well the wise as the folysh dye And leaue theyr goodes to other men but foles die vtterly Theyr graue shal be theyr house for aye eke theyr dwellynge place Though lyueynge here they studied vayne glorie for a space But man doeth neuer longe abyde in estimation But shal be lyke a beaste fallynge into destruction Thys theyr purpose and waye they walke is theyr follye in dede And yet of theyr posteritie theyr worddes are alowed They are placed emonge the deade as they were flockes of shepe And death is he that feadeth theÌ„ and hath them for to kepe And at the iudgment daye the iuste shall rule them as a kynge Theyr beawtie shall decaye the pyt shal be theyr dwellynge But God shall deliuer my soule out of the powre of hell Because he hath receyued me in his house for to dwell When any man is enriched be not afeard therfore Or when the glorie of hys house encreaseth more and more For when he dyeth he shall not all these thynges wyth him take His glorie shall not go wyth him but shal him quite forsake Because they compt them selues happye in this vayne lyfe only When a man is good to him self then prayse they him greatly Vnto theyr fathers nation lett all these men go ryght Let them not haue fruition of confortable lyght But man doeth not expende and waygh his owne nobilitie Wherfore he shal be lyke the beast that dieth vtterly The .l. Psalme GOd that is Lorde of iudges spake and dyd togither cal As many as do dwelle froÌ„ the sunne rysynge to his falle The moste noble famouse God out of Sion shall shyne And geue a perfecte presidente of beautie in mens eiene Our God shall come vnfainedly wyth fyre before his face And on eche syde a fierse hurle wynde his enimies to chase The heauen aboue and earth byneth he shall vnto hym call That wyth iudgmeÌ„t he maye coÌ„tend against his people all Gather to me myne holy ones that woulde seme so presyse And that made me a couenauÌ„te concernynge sacrifice Brynge them hyther the heauens shall theyr iustice declare And God himselfe shall be theyr iudge whoe knoweth what they are Geue eare O ye that wyll be my people for nowe speake I O Israel geue eare for nowe I wyll thy matter trye Geue eare to me I saye for I am God of powre myghtie I am thy God O Israell I tell the certenlye I wyll not blame the for the lacke of doynge sacrifice For I se thye brent offeringes daylye before myne eies I haue no nede to take of the a calfe or a bullocke Neither the gote that feadeth in thy cote or in thy flocke For all the wylde beastes of the earth are myne owne good in dede So are al the beastes that do on a thousand mountaynes fede I knowe the foules of the mountaynes I saye I knowe them all And in my powre are all the beastes that in the fieldes do cralle If I should chaunce to be hungry I nede not to tell the Syth the rounde worlde is myne wyth al the thynges that therin be What do you thyncke that I wyll eate the fleshe of bulles myghtie Or dryncke the bloude of gotes that ye do shede so plentuousely Sacrifice thou prayse vnto God and paye in any wyse Vnto the moste hygh thy vowes and thynges that thou dost promise When thou arte in aduersitie then on me se thou crye And when I shall deliuer the then set forth my glorie But God sayeth to the vngodlye what cometh in thy brayne That to rehearse my sacramentes thou doest neuer refrayne Whye doest thou bragge of my comnante wyth wordes to none effect Seynge thou hateste all knoledge and doest my wordes reiect If it chaunce the to se a thefe in him thou haste delyght And wyth the shamelesse whore hunttars thy parte is also pyght Thy mouth thou haste addyct to euel and for to speake amysse And thy tonge doeth styll frame the thynge that moste disceytfull is Thou sytteste in iudgmeÌ„t and doest speake agaynst thy brother And doest reuile moste spitfully the sonne of thy mother Thus haste thou done
is God to such as be of hert perfect and pure Yet were my fete lyke for to slyp my steppes were nothyng sure And why Because I fondly fall in enuie and disdayne To se that foles and wicked men haue peace and byde no payne They are in no daynger of deathe nor lykely for to dye But do remayne excedyng strong and excedynge myghtie They are free frō aduersitie when other men be shent And wyth the reste they take no parte of plage or punishment Wherby they be full gloriously in pride so high extold And are in wronge and violence wrapped so many fold Theyr eies are solne for verie fat they are so fallen awaye The vayne thoughtes of theyr wycked hert they practise night and daye By theyr wycked exemple are other men corrupted And the most myghti and high God by them is blasphemed For they stretch out theyr mouth to heauē and do agaynst it crie But on the earth theyr wycked tonge walketh most pleasantly The flocke therfore of flaterars do furnish vp theyr trayne For there they be full sure to sucke some profite and some gayne Tush tush say they vnto them selues is ther a God aboue That doth knowe and suffer this yll wyll vs not reproue Looe ye maye se howe wycked men in richesse styll encrease Rewarded well wyth worldly goode lyue in rest and peace Than whye do I from wyckednes my fantasie refrayne And wash myne handes wyth innocentes clense myne hert in vayne And whye am I scourged ech daye as subiect to all blame Or why should I euerie morne sustayne rebuke and shame Than had I almost sayed as they mislykyng myne estate But that I should thy chyldren iudge as folke infortunate I me bethought therfore howe I myght thys thynge vnderstand But yet the laboure was to great for me to take in hand Vntyll the tyme I went into thyne holye place and then I vnderstode right perfectly the ende of all these men And namely howe thou settest them vpon a slyppry place And at thy pleasure and thy wyll thou doest them all deface Than Lorde howe sone do they consume and fearfully decaye Euen as a dreame when one waketh their Image goeth awaye Thus greued was myne hert full sore my mynde was much appreste So fonde was I and ignorant and in thy syght a beaste Yet am I styll by the and thou holdeste my right hand faste And wyth thy counsell doest guid me to glorie at the laste Bysyde thy selfe what thynge haue I in all the heauens aboue To delyte in syth in the earth I do the only loue My flesh and eke myne herte fayle me so doeth my God neuer For of myne hert God is the strength and my parte for euer And loe all such as the forsake shal perishe euerichone And they that trust in any thynge saueynge in the alone But it is good for me O God to holde me faste by the And to put my full trust in the and tell what thy worckes be The .lxxiiij. Psalme O God why art thou styl absente from vs what displeasure Hath made thy wrath so hotte against the shep of thy pasture Oh thyncke vpō the church that hath of aunciēt bene thyne And that thou hast redemed Lorde euen before our eine Thyncke on the kynred that is thyne by right succession And on the place where thou hast dwelt the holy mount Sion Lyfte vp thy fote and destroye all the enimies for aye That haue wrought wyckednes wyth in thyne holy place thys daye Thyne enimies haue roared in thy cōgregations And haue erected theyr owne sygnes to be sygnes and tokens Theyr axes are sene glytter as when men hewe wodde on hylles The selynge of the holye place they breake downe wyth theyr bylles They haue broken thyne holy thynges set fyre on the same They haue broke downe and poluted the dwellyng of thy name Thus sayd they in theyr herte let vs all vex them in one bande So brent they all goddes synagoges that were found in the land Our sygnes and tokens we se not no Prophete doeth remayne Ther is none emonge vs that can tell vs ought for certayne O God howe longe shall thyne enmy do the dispyte and shame Wylt thou suffer him euer to blaspheme thyne holy name Lord whye wythdrawest thou thy powre Why doeth thy right hand byd Styll in thy bosome pulle it out and let thy foes destryed O God thou arte my kynge for aye haste bene euer more Ther is none health in all the earth that is not of thy store In thy great power thou dydest diuide the seas and brakest the head Of Pharoo that great dragon who of that wounde is dead The heades Lord of the whale that was of excedyng greatnes Thou hast broken and made hym meate to men of wyldernes A welsprynge and a rennynge streame thou haste made in drye land And haste made the great riuers drye by the power of thyne hand The day eke the nyght are thyne thou haste them in thy power Thou hast prepared lyght sunne to serue vs at theyr houre Thou hast set appoynted al the limettes of the lande The sommer wynter also are the worcke of thyne hand Remēber this O Lorde because thy foes do the reuile And the braynsicke and folyshe folke thyne holy name defyle Geue not the lyfe of thy turtle into thyne enmies hand Neyther forget thy churche for aye that of the pore doeth stande Be myndfull of thy couenaunt for all the earth is hyd Wyth the dwellynges of men that are most cruell and wycked O suffer not the simple to returne agayne wyth shame For the pore and the indigent are they that prayse thy name Aryse O God and iudge thy cause let thy seruauntes see That thou art myndfull of the checkes that foles vse to geue the. Do not forget the wordes of them that wythstand the so sore for theyr pride and presumption encreaseth more and more The .lxxv. Psalme WE do acknowledge the O God we do acknowledge the And syth thy name is not far of thy worckes declare wyll we When I shall call a counsell for to iudge thynges in thy syght Then shall I geue true sentence and iudge all matters aright As for the earth is lyke to falle and al that therin dwell But I haue vnderset hir postes that she may stand right well Thus sayd I to the folysh men se that ye be not madde And to the wicked be not proude of ought that maye be had Do not I saye you folysh men lyfte vp your hornes on hye Neither do you in coūtenaunce declare your greate folye For high degre cometh to man neither frō easte nor weste Nor yet out of the wyldernes from any cruell beaste For herin God alone is iudge to sette vp whom he luste He lyfteth vp one and casteth an other in the duste For in his hand he hath a cuppe of stronge and myghtie wyne Wherof he filleth to all mē such is his
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
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
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
in the next generation Let the Lorde call to memorie his fathers wyckednes And not forgette his mothers synne his plages for to encrease And let them be styll in the syght of the Lorde God most hye That out of all the earth he maye blotte these mens memorie For this man coulde shewe no mercie but persecuted styll The pore abiecte of dolfull herte hym to murther and kyll And curssynge he loued which dyd chaūce vnto him in dede But blessynge he forsoke which is far from him seuered He put on curssynge as a cote which into him is gone As water goeth into the flesh and oyle into the bone Let it be his garment therfore for euer for aye And eke the gyrdle wherwyth he maye gyrd him selfe eche daye These thynges hath the Lord prepared for myne aduersaries And for suche as speake yl agaynste my soule in any wise But thou O my Lord God be styll wyth me redie and preste And for thy name deliuer me for thy mercie is beste As for me I am vyle and pore and myne herte is wounded I vanishe as a shadowe and am sharply tormented My knees do faynte for lacke of foode my fleshe is abated And nowe my bodies habite and beautie is altered I am to them a raylynge stocke they shake theyr heades at me Helpe me O Lord my God and saue me for thy greate mercie And let them vnderstande knowe that this greate powre is thyne And that thou beynge the Lord doeste these thynges by powre diuine As for them let them cursse and ban but do thou blesse agayne Let them rebell and be shamed but make thy seruante fayne Let myne aduersaries put on ignominie and shame Let them weare reproch as a clocke and decke them wyth the same I wyll confesse vnto the Lorde wyth my mouth plentuousely I wyll praye and magnifie him in a great companie For he stode at the pores ryght hand to saue his soule from them That boasted them to haue the power him to saue and condemne The .cx. Psalme THus sayde the Lorde vnto my Lorde at my ryght hāde syt thou Tyll I make all thyne enimies vnder thy fote to bowe The rodde of thy powre the Lord shal send forth out of Sion Ouer thy foes thou shalt therfore haue the dominion Thou haste a people moste redie when thou shalt gyn to raygne And thy byrth is right noble and eke ryght holy certayne The Lorde hath sworne that thou shalt be a prieste euerlastynge As was Melchisedech he repenteth him nothynge The Lorde standeth at thy ryght hande as a defence myghtie Whoe beate downe myghtie kynges in the daye when he was angrie Messias the redemar shall iudge in most vpright wise The heathen then al shal be fylled wyth deade bodies He shall I saye iudge the heathen when he shall the heades breake In many regions and shall his wrath vpon them wreake He shall dryncke of the swyfte riuer that renneth in the waye And for that cause he shall lyfte vp his heade on high I saye The .cxj. Psalme WYth herte and mynde I wyll confesse vnto the Lorde of myght In the counsell and companie of men that are vpryght For the worckes of the Lorde are greate and wonderfull in syght Which are sought of as manye as do in the same delyght His worckes are glorie and honoure he is praysed therby And his iustice doeth styl remayne and byde eternally His miracles and wonders he hath lefte in memorie He is a Lorde so bountuouse and full of all mercie To such as feared him he gaue meate prepared by praye And hath in mynde his couenaunte and his promesse for aye The powre of his owne worckes he dyd to his people aduaunce In that he gaue them the heathen for theyr enheritaunce And the worckes of his handes are trueth and eke iudgment vpright And all his constitutions are firme surely pyght Yea they are establyshed that they maye continue aye ▪ In trueth and eke in ryght iudgment they are all done I saye He sent such men to his people as should them deliuer And bade them that his couenaunt shoulde be kept foreuer The Lord I saye hath geuē this charge vnto his owne people Whose name no doubt is most holy and eke most terrible Goddes feare is the rote of wisedome and such as therin staye Do attayne to holesome knowledge and are praysed for aye The .cxij. Psalme THe man is blessed that doeth feare the Lorde and doeth delyght In hys holy commaundementes to walke therin vpright For his sede shall be founde myghtie in the earth euerie where ▪ And the nation of the good shall luckyly prospere Greate plentie of goodes and riches shall in his house remayne And his iustice shall continue for euer more certayne Lyght doeth arise vnto good men when they syt in darcknes ▪ To the bountuouse mercifull that folowe ryghtuousenes The good man heapeth benifites and lendeth plentuousely And doeth all hys owne busines excedynge equally For he shall neuer be moued tyll tyme of tymes be paste And for euer hys rightuousnes hys iustice shall laste And when he heareth heauy newes feare shall hym nothynge prycke Because his herte is stablished and doeth to the Lorde stycke His herte I saye is stablished so that he can not feare Tyll vpon all hys enimies hys wyshes do appeare He geueth to the pore ech where his iustice shall byde aye His powre shal be set vp on hyghe with great glorie I saye That seynge thys the wycked may be wrath and gnashe his teethe And eke consume hym selfe and get nought that he desyrethe The .cxiij. Psalme O Ye that do honour the Lord prayse ye his name I saye For hys name is to be preached nowe and hense forth for aye From the vpriseynge of the sunne to the place of hys falle The holy name of the Lorde is of prayse worthyest of all For the Lorde is hygher then are all nations truly ▪ And so is he higher then the heauen that is so hye Who is lyke vnto our Lorde God that ruleth thynges on hye And yet loketh on thynges in heauen and that on the earth dolye Helyfteth vp the weake out of the duste to stand vpright And eke the pore out of the dounge he bryngeth by hys myght And that to the entent he myght hym emonge princes place Emonge princes of his people I saye to geue hym grace He maketh the wyfe of the housse that was barren before A ioyfull mother of chyldren prayse ye the Lorde therfore The .cxiiij. Psalme WHen Israell shoulde go forth of Egypt from seruitude And Iacobs house from a people boeth Barbarouse and rude Then was Iuda certēly made the lordes sanctuarie And in lyke maner Israell was made hys Imperie The whych thynge when the sea had sene it fled backward certayne And the great riuer Iordayne was returned backe agayne As for the mountaynes ceased not lyke wanton rammes to skyppe And the little hylles gan to playe as do the lambes
a sure warrant For this is myne only solace in all my miseries That thy worde doeth me recreate in cōfortable wise And when the proude laugh me to skorne and that excedyngly Yet do not I turne frō thy lawe but walke therin dulie And when I call to memorie the mercies by the wrought From the begynnynge of the worlde they do conforte my thought But when I thyncke on the wicked that do thy lawe forsake Suche soden feare falleth on me that I tremble and quake As for me whē I am at home in my house where I dwell My delyte is to synge thy lawes and thy decrees to tell And in the nyght I am myndfull Lorde of thy blessed name And do endeuoure for to walke in thy lawe wythout blame Whyche lawe is nowe become my lawe and waye wherin to go Because I kepe thyne ordinaunce both in weale and in wooe O Lorde thus sayde I wythout fayle I sayde for a suretie That to kepe thy most holy worde is my bounden duitie Wyth all humilitie of herte I do thy face beholde Wherefore be mercifull to me as thy worde hath me tolde My wayes I haue consydered and that diligently And haue brought my fete backe agayne thy wyttnes to applye I haue hasted wythout delaye or slowthfull tariaunce That I myght kepe all thy preceptes wyth faythfull obeysaunce The cordes of the wycked haue gone about to drawe me backe But the remēbraunce of thy lawe my mynde dyd neuer lacke In the mydest of the nyght I dyd arise for to confesse To the because of the iudgmentes Lorde of thy rightuousnes And I am a companion to al that do feare the. And kepe the constitutions that thou Lord doeste decre And let myne herte be pure and cleane in thyne holy decrees Kepe myne herte cleane and I shal not take shame in any wyse My soule faynteth whylse doubtfully it doeth desyre thyne health For in thy worde haue I my truste and confidence of wealthe Myne eies haue fayled whylse I loke thy promise for tose In so much that I maye well saye when wilt thou confort me For I am nowe lyke a bottel that in smoke hath hanged Yet thy decrees and eke thy lawes I haue styll remembred Howe longe Lord shall thy seruant wayte howe longe shall he tarie When wylt thou punishe them that do vex me so cruelly The proude haue dygged me trenches caues to fall into Wherin agaynste thyne holy lawe and thy decrees they do All thy preceptes are fayth and truethe none can thys thynge deny Helpe me therfore at such tyme as they vex me vniustly They had welmost destroyed me in the lande where I dwell Yet I forsoke none of thy lawes as thou knowest full well Lord for thy mercie quicken me make me be lyuely And then the wytnes of thy mouth I shall kepe certenly Thy worde standeth Lord in heauen for euer and foraye And thy promise thorowe all tyme who makeste the earth staye And those thynges abyde to thys daye at thy commaundement For ther is nothynge that is not to the obedient And except Lord thy lawe had ben my delyte and pleasure In my distres and miserie I had perished sure Neither wyll I euer forget thy constitutions Syth by them thou dyddeste confort my lamentations And seynge that I am thyne owne to kepe me take thou thought For all thy constitutions I haue ernestly sought The wyckedmen laye wayte for me that they maye me destroy When to weygh thy testimonies I do my selfe employ I se that al thynges haue an ende though they be most perfect But thy preceptes we se to be most largely abroadeset Oh Lorde howe exceedyng great loue vnto thy lawe beare I Syth my communication is of the same dayly By thy precept thou haste made me more wise then myne enmies For that is styll all my studie and eke myne exercise I am also wiser them they that do thy seruant teache And about thy testimonies I do spend al my speache I do perpende and weygh all thynges better then men of age Because thy constitutions I kepe wythoutē rage My fete I do kepe backe from all wayes thay dole leade to vice Because I kepe thyne holy worde in my most faythfullwise I do not parte from thy iudgmentes ne go from them astraye Because thou haste prescribed me a rule and perfect waye Oh howe swete is thyne holy worde to my taste and iudgment Certes there is no swete hony can my mouth so content Out of thy constitutions I do weyghe thynges iustly And haue therfore hated eche waye that dealeth not truly Thy worde is a burnynge candle vnto thy seruantes fete So is it a lyght to my waye my pathe is lyght by it I haue sworne and wyll constantly do performe the same That I maye kepe the iudgmentes of thy iustice wythout blame I am deiect excedyngly and cast downe to the grownde Wherfore do thou refresh me lord as thy promise doeth sownde Accept thou such oblations Lorde as I frely name And enstruct me in thy iudgmentes and make me learne the same I am styll in daynger of death my lyfe is sore beset Yet do I not thyne holye lawe at any tyme forget The wycked and vngodly men haue bent a snare for me Yet from thy constitutions I swarue in no degre Thy wyttnesses are vnto me enheritaūce for aye For they are the ioyne of myne hert my cōfort and my staye I am addict to thy decrees my mynd to them I bende That I maye execute the same for euer to the ende I hate the thoughtes wherby my mynde is drawne awaye frome the But thy lawe and commaundementes are beloued of me Thou arte my suecoure and refuge my shylde and my target And in thyne holy worde myne hope is pygh surly set Departe from me ye wycked men kepe me no companie For I kepe the commandementes of my God ernestly Vnderset me wyth thy worde Lorde and I shall lyue certayne And make me not ashamed to haue hoped in vayne Establish me O Lorde and then shall I be salfe in dede And shal by the syght of thy lawes be alwaye delited Thou wylt spurne at all such as go from thy decrees astraye For theyr wyles and theyr subtiltie is founde disceyte alwaye All the wicked men of the earth lyke drosse thou doeste destroye Wherfore I loue thy wyttnesses and thy testimonie For feare of the my bodie doethe tremble excedyngly And thy iudgmentes thy seruant doeth feare moste reuerently I haue done iudgment and iustice I haue done no man wronge Geue me not vp therfore to myne oppressers that are stronge Delyte thy seruant wyth good thynges let him lacke no goodnes And suffer not such as are proude me to greue and oppresse Myne eies haue fayled whylse I loke for thyne health doubtfully And for thy rightuouse promise that thou madeste certenly Accordynge to thy greate goodnes Lorde deale wyth thy seruant And enstruct me in thy decrees and eke thy conuenaunte I
am thy pore seruaunt I saye wherfore enstructe thou me To vnderstande all such thynges as in thy wyttnesses be And nowe is it a mete tyme for the Lorde to worcke his feate For they haue broken thy lawe Lorde and do thy wyll forgete Wherefore I haue loued thy lawe thy preceptes eche one More then I haue loued fyne goulde or most preciouse stone And for this cause I do defende all thy lawes as most ryght But all disceytfull wayes I hate and owe them moste dispight Because thy lawes and wyttnesses are wonderfull to me Therfore I saye my soule hath kept them in simplicitie The verie entraunce of thy wordes and the firste openynge Bryngeth lyght and enstructeth the simples vnderstandynge And for this cause do I open my mouth my breath drawe Because I do greatly desyre the preceptes of thy lawe Loke backe to thy seruant and deale wyth me mercifully As thou arte wont wyth them that loue thy name vnfaynedly Forme thou my steppes Lorde wyth thy worde let them therwyth agree And let no maner of vayne thynge haue the rule ouer me O Lorde redeme thou me from al humane oppressions That I maye kepe shyne holy lawes and constitutions And shewe thy chereful countenaūce vnto thy pore seruant And teach me thy decrees and eke thy holy couenaunt Greate streames of water do descend downe from thy seruauntes eies For theyr sakes that kepe not thy lawes nor thy testimonies Lorde thou arte iuste thy iudgmēt is streight before our eies And thou hast geuen strayght charge to kepe all thy testimonies My wrath and indignation doeth me deadly greauaunce Because myne enimies haue not thy wordes in remembraunce Thy worde Lorde is a thynge moste pure and purged of all fylth And it is the onely thynge that thy pore seruant louethe I am in dede but verie base and also despised Yet do I not forget the thynges that thou haste ordeined Thy iustice is such a iustice that it doeth styll endure And thy lawe is the veritie most sincere and most pure Greate daynger and greate miserie haue me deprehended Yet wyth thyne holy preceptes Lorde I am styll delited The iustice of thy wyttnesses is eternall I saye Teache me therfore that I maye lyue for euer and for aye Because I crye with all myne herte Lord graunt thou my requeste That I maye well obserue and kepe all that thou decreeste Because I crye to the I saye do thou saue me at nede That I maye well obserue all thy testimonies in dede The dawnynge and the breake of daye I do preuent and crie And in thy worde and sure promise a faythfull truste haue I. Myne eies do preuent the vigilles and wakynge tyme of nyght That of thyne holye worde I maye dispute some what aright Heare thou my voyce O Lorde I saye euen for thy mercie sake And accordynge to thy iudgment do thou me lustie make Suche men as folowe wyckednes nygh vnto me do drawe Suche men I saye as nowe are gone a greate waye from thy lawe But thou also Lorde arte at hande wyth me prest and redie And all thyne holy preceptes are moste sincere veritie Whych thynge I knewe by thy wyttenes longe tyme before thys daye For thy testimonies haue bene for euer and for aye Loke backe vpon my miserie and set thy seruant free For I haue not yet forgotten the lawe thou gaueste me Pleade thou my cause and let me be by the deliuered And offer me thy worde that I maye be recreated Thyne health is far frō the wycked they shall not it enioye Because to seke out thy decrees none of thē doeth employe Thy mercie Lord is manifolde to it thou arte styll bent Wherfore refreshe thy pore seruant after thyne owne iudgment I haue erred as doeth a shepe that goeth head longe to dye But seke thou me because I haue thy lawes in memorie The .cxx. Psalme IN my greate perile and daynger to the Lorde dyd I crye And he gaue eare eke graunted my requeste by and by O Lorde deliuer thou my soule frō lyppes that vse to lye And eke from a disceytful tonge which cause the soule to dye O thou disceytfull tonge I saye what can be lyke to the Or what thynge maye God to the adde whereby thou mayste worse be Thou arte lyke vnto the arrowes that from a stronge man flee And also lyke the burnynge coles of the Iuniper tree Woes me that I am a straynger emonge men of Nesech And that I dwell in Cedars tentes lyke a miser and wreche My soule hath lyued longe emonge men that hate quietnes For when I that loue peace do speake to warres they do them dresse The .cxxj. Psalme MYne eies lyfte I vp to the hylles to God that is on hye For thens my confort and my hope and only helpe haue I. Myne only helpe cometh to me downe from the Lorde aboue From him I saye that made heauen earth that doeth not moue When the Lord taketh charge of the thou shall treade stydfastly And thy kepar shal not desyre to slepe or close his eie For lo he is nothynge slepy neither shall slepe at all That hath Israel in kepynge as rular ouer all It is the Lorde that kepeth the and shadoweth the from ille It is the Lorde that is present euen at thy right hande styll The sunne therfore shal not stryke the by daye wyth his beames bright No more shall the contagiouse mone in the tyme of the nyght The Lorde shal kepe the salfe and sownde none euell shall come the nye And he shall kepe thy lyfe also thy soule shall neuer die The Lorde shall kepe the salfe I saye and be thy defender In all thynges that thou goest aboute from hense forth for euer The .cxxij. Psalme WHen men saye in this wise to me go we to the Lordes house Then am I made right glad I say and excedynge ioyouse In thy gates O Ierusalem in thy gates so goodly Oure fete haue stand and there haue we bene a great companie Ierusalem was firste builded for to be a citie And a place where men myght be knyt in a societie Vp to the whych kynreddes do go that of goddes stocke are founde To confesse him out of the lawe wherwyth Iacob is bounde For there are seates of right iudgment iustice appoynted That is to saye the seate of the house stocke of Dauid Oh wyshe you to Ierusalem peace and prosperitie And that all maye go well wyth them that do loue that citie Peace be wythin thyne vtter walles and eke prosperitie In all thy goodly palaices wherin thy princeslye For my brethren and my frendes sake I wyll speake all suche thynge As vnto thy felicitie and wealth is belongynge And for the loue of the house of the Lorde our God I saye Thynges profitable vnto the I wyll seke for alway The .cxxiij. Psalme OH thou that dwellest in heauens and arte there styll present To the do I lyfte vp myne eies my mynde to the
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Psalme VPon the riuers sides we sytte and wepe moste bytterly ▪ In Babylon when Sion doeth come to our memorie And vpon the grene wyllowe tres that growe in Babilon We haue hanged vp our swete harpes and instrumentes echone For there they that made heapes of vs required vs to synge And to make myrth sayinge let vs heare of Sion somethynge But howe shoulde we synge the Lordes hymnes wyth myrth and melodie In a straynge lande where we are kept in such captiuitie But Oh Ierusalem if I forget the in myne herte I praye God that my righthand maye forget all musyckes arte And that to the roufe of my mouth my tonge maye be set faste If I be not myndfull of the in tyme of my repaste Remembre Lorde howe Edomes sonnes haue them selues behaued At such tyme as Ierusalem was wasted and spoyled Make it euacuate sayed they remoue euerie stone Tyll ye come to the verie base firste foundation Oh thou daughter of Babylon that art nowe wasted thus The man is bleste that maye requite thynges that thou dydst to vs. The man is bleste that maye laye hande vpon thy little ones And dashe them hard agaynste the rocke agaynste the hard stones The .cxxxviij. Psalme I Wyll confesse to the O Lord wyth herte vnfaynedly And wyll synge vnto the before the iudges openly In thyne holy temple I wyll honour and eke confesse Thyne holy name for thy truethes sake and eke for thy goodnes For thou haste made thyne holye worde more excellent in dede Then all the thynges that euer haue ben of the declared In the daye when I called the thou grauntedst vnto me And by that meane thou dyddest make my mynde stronger in the. Wherfore all the kynges of the earth Lord to the shall confesse Because they haue hearde thyne owne wordes and thy faythfull wyttenes And they shall synge of and describe the Lordes wayes and his wyll Because hys maiestie is greate in all hys doynges styll For the Lorde of hymselfe is hye and seeth thynges that be lowe And such thynges as be haute and hye he doeth afarre of knowe When I shall be amydde daynger then shalt thou refreshe me And dashe my foes vpon the nose and set thy seruaunt free The thynge that the Lord hath begone in me he wyll no doubt Fully finish and make perfect and brynge it well about O Lorde thy bountifull goodnes is eternall in dede Neither doeth thy worke passe thyne hande tyll it be finisshed The .cxxxix. Psalme LOrde thou hast searched knowen me thou doest knowe when I syt And when I ryse longe ago thou knoweste my thought eche whitte My goynge and my syttyng downe thou hast throughly tryed ▪ And all my wayes thou haste foreseene and them thoroughly searched For on my tonge ther is no word but thou haste knowne it well I neuer spake one worde good Lord wherof thou couldst not tell Before and eke behynde thou haste made me in fassion And to me thou haste put thy hande in my creation Wonderfull science thou dydste shewe when thou dydeste me frame Which was more hyghe then that I coulde euer attayne the same Whyther shall I go from thy spirite or from thy presence flee For if I clyme vp into heauē thou arte there before me And if I make my bed in hell or go downe to the graue Thou art present ther seeste all the corners of the caue If I should take flyght toward the easte and dwell be you de all seas thy power shall reach and rule me there as it shall the beste please And if I shalsaye with my selfe the dearcknes shall me hyde The nyght it selfe is a bryght lyght about me on eche syde Dearcknes doeth hyde nothynge from the for nyght lyke daye doeth shyne And the dearckenes and eke the lyght are boeth one in thyne eien And thou haste my reines in thyne hande and thy possession And in my mothers wombe thou haste made me in facion I wil cōfesse to the because I am wrought wondrousely And because thy worckes doe excell whiche my soule knoweth chiefly My styffnes and my bones good Lorde were not vnknowne to the When I was formed in the place where is no lyght to se And when I was framed and wrought euen in the longhest parte Of all the earth euen as it had ben by the Phrigians arte Thyne eies sawe me beynge but seed conceyued wythout shape And to be written in thy boke none of my partes dyd scape Thys was done many daies before my membres were formed And not one of all those dayes was from thy fore knowledge hyd But Oh Lorde God howe fewe of thy thoughtes do I vnderstande And yet growe they not to greate summes many a thousande Whych if I would rehearse by tale many mo would they be ▪ Then the sande when I awake I do styll thyncke on the. But if thou kyll the wycked man Lorde God for his deserte Then let the man that doth sheade bloude from thy seruant departe For they beynge thyne enimies do speake moste hardily And do rashly vsurpe thy name committyng blasphemie Oh Lorde should I not hate thy foes and cruell enimies And vexe my felfe when they resyste the and agaynste the rise Yea wyth most deadly hate I wyll persecute them I saye And wyll take them as enimies and deadly foes for aye Search me O God knowe myne herte let nought be therin hyd Do thou proue me knowe my thoughtes whether they be wycked And loke if any thynge be ille that I do Imagyn And leade me forth into the waye that all men must go in The .cxl. Psalme LOrde set me free from the man that to wyckednes is bent And preserue thy seruant from the man that is violent And from such men as Imagyne all myschiefe in theyr herte And do dayly renne togither in wars to play theyr parte And from all such as whett theyr tonges as doeth the serpent fell And haue lyke poyson in theyr lyppes as the adder cruell Lord kepe me out of the power of him that is vngodly And saue me from the violēt for these would me destroye For the proude men haue secretlye layed snares and cordes for me So haue they stretched out they re nettes snares where my wayes be And thus haue I sayde to the Lorde thou arte my God I saye O Lord receyue thou wyth thyne eares my voyce when I do pray O Lorde Lorde thou arte al the strength that muste be my succoure Thou doest defende myne heade frō strypes when I muste take armoure Lord make thou not the wycked man his desyres to optayne Ne prospere thou his diligence in victorie to reigne Let the mischiefe that wyth theyr lyppes they haue builded as well Lyght on the reste as on the heade of them that do me quell Let burnynge coles be caste on them let them lacke for no payne Let God sone caste them downe wyth fyre leste they should ryse agayne Oh
let the man that hath muche talke haue no sure dwellynge place And let euell huntte the violent tyll he falle on hys face I knowe that in the abiectes cause the Lorde wyll do iudgment And wyll reuenge theyr cause that be boeth pore and impotent Certes the iuste men wyll confesse and acknowledge thy name· And the good men shall styll abyde in thy syght wythout blame The .cxli. Psalme O Lorde vpon the do I cal wherfore haste the to me And with thyne eares receyue my voyce when I do to the crye Lorde let my prayar stande instede of incense in thy syght And the lyftynge vp of myne handes for sacrifice at nyght O Lorde appoynte thou to my mouth a garde and custodie And a thynge that maye kepe the dore of my lyppes in saftie Do not enclyne or bowe myne herte to any wycked thynge Leste by wycked mens helpe I do thynges therto belongeynge Neiter do thou suffer me Lord to vse theyr deyntye thynges Nor to be geuen to theyr waste and to their bancketynges Let the iust stryke me wyth good wyll and tell me of my misse Let not myne heade refuse oyntment that most preciouse is For so shall I remayne and praye for them that my foes be Whylse they imagyne inuent all yll thynges agaynst me Let theyr iudges be sent downe by stonie places and neare My wordes for they shall be pleasaūt full of hertie chere Our bones are scattered nygh death and the mouth of the graue Lyke as where one hath clouen wodde or dygged vp a caue But vnto the O Lorde O Lorde myne eies do I styll caste ▪ And haue my trust in the wherefore turne not my soule to waste Kepe me that I fal not into the snare they sored for nie Neither into the snares or gynes of men that wycked be And let the vngodly and the wycked fall togyther Into theyr owne nettes but let me walke on styll yet further The .cxlij. Psalme WYth my voyce moste hertie wordes to the Lorde wyll I crye And wyth my voyce also I wyll praye to him busily In his presence I wyll poure out my wordes and tell my mynde And wyll open to hym all the dainger that doeth me bynde And when the spirite that is in me doeth faynte for verie wo ▪ Then doest thou knowe my path that they hyd esnares where I go When I do loke on the ryght syde no guide there do I see All wayes to scape are closed vp none taketh thought formuch Wherefore O Lorde I crie to the and on this wyse I saye Thou art myne helpe and portion emonge them that lyue aye Geue eare and hearcken to my crie for I am pore in dede And set me fre from them that haue agaynst me preuayled Rydde me I saye from them that be my persecutours fell ▪ And leade my soule out of prisone wherin they do me quell That I may acknowledge thy name and that the iuste maye be Full of ioye for the benifites that thou haste shewed me The .cxliij. Psalme LOrde heare my supplication and perceyue my desyre And for thy trueth and thy iustice graunt that I do requyre Lorde enter not wyth thy seruant into iudgment and right For no lyueynge man can be founde that is iuste in thy syght For the enmie doeth persecute my soule most cruelly And hath dashed my lyfe agaynst the groūd most spytefully And into dearcke places he hath thruste me headlonge also Euen as I were lyke to the men that were deade longe ago And my spyrite wythin me doeth faynte doeth begyne to sayle And myne herte wythin my bodie is striken wyth meruayle Yet do I calle to memorie the tymes that earste haue ben And to comment and treate of al thy deedes I do begynne I do cōment and speake I saye of all that thou haste done And of the worcke of thyne handes Lorde I do talke and reasone Myne handes I haue opened to the and lyfte them vp on hye And my soule doeth wishe after the as the earth that is drye O Lorde do thou heare me shortlye and graunt me my request For my sprite is allredy faynte and fayleth in my breaste vnto the synge For God geueth health vnto kynges and hath deliuered Hys seruant Dauid from the swerde that would haue him kylled Deliuer me and set me free from strayngers powre and myght Whose mouth speaketh vayne thynges and eke theyr hande do nothynge right That in theyr youth oure sonnes maye sprynge and growe vp lyke yonge trees And our daughters lyke embossementes decked lyke palaices And let our store houses be full yeldynge vitayle for aye And our ewes yeane eleauen thousande in our streates and highwaye Let our oxen learne to labour let not our walles fall downe Let ther be none exyle of men nor out crye in our towne That people is happye and bleste that lyueth in this sorte Bleste is the people whose God is the Lorde of all confort The .cxlv. Psalme OH thou that arte my God kynge I wyll the magnifie And thyne holy name wil I preach tyme out of memorie I wyll preach the dayly I saye my worckes shall do the same And wythout ende of tyme I wyll prayse thy moste holy name Greate is the Lorde and most worthy of all prayse wythout doubt Whose magnitude is such that it can not be searched out Al tymes doe prayse thy worckes O Lord they are allwaye praysed And right so are thy noble actes euermore declared I wyll talke of the decore of thy maiesties glorie And of the thynges that thy handes haue wrought so wonderfully The strength of thy wonderfull worckes men shall declare and preache And thy magnitude and greatnes I wyll declare and teache The memorie of thy goodnes passeynge great mercie Men shall brynge forth and celebrate thy iustice merily The Lorde is good and mercifull and also patient Not hastie to be reuenged but to much mercie bent Towardes all men is the Lord right good none can this thynge denye And vpon all hys hādye worckes he sheweth his mercie All the worckes of thyne holy hādes Lord do to the confesse And men that be thy loueynge frendes do the preach and wytnes The maiestie of thy kyngdome men do declare and preache And of thy strength and fortitude they do frame all their speache That vnto men they maye expounde thy doynges so mightie And eke the maiestie of all thy noble imperie Thy kyngdome is sempiternall it had no begynnynge And thy rule lasteth through all tymes and shall haue no endynge All that are lyke to falle the Lorde doeth holde vp and sustayne And such as are alredie downe he lyfteth vp agayne The eies of all thynges loke on the and do thy wyll abyde And thou doeste geue them theyr due foode in theyr due tyme and tyde Thyne hand thou settest wyde vpon and doest full satisfie The appetite of all the thynges that lyue vnder the skye The Lorde is iuste in all hys wayes vniustly doeth
of Apostles do praise the So do the number of prophetes that so prayse worthy be The noble armie of martyrs prayse the wyth theyr wytnes And the holy church through the worlde doeth the alwaye confesse They do confesse the father of infinite maiestie Wyth thyne honourable and true sonne whome thou haste onlye The holye goste the confortoure they do also confesse And thou O Christe arte the kyng of glorie that is endlesse Thou arte the euerlastynge sonne of the father certayne Who to deliuer man dydste not the virgynes wombe disdayne When thou hadste ouercome the stynge of death thou dydste open Vnto all faythfull beleuers the kyngdome of heauen Thou sytest at the ryght hande of God in thy fathers glorie And to come thense to iudge thou arte loked for certenly To helpe thy pore seruantes therfore we humbly besech the Whom wyth thy preciouse bloude thou haste redemed and made free Cause thou them to be numbered and had in memorie Wyth thy chosen and holy saynctes in eternall glorie Lorde make thou thyne owne people salfe blesse thyne enheritaunce Gouerne them and set them on hye do them euer aduaunce We do dayly blesse prayse the we prayse thy name I saye From tyme to tyme for euermore from age to age for aye Vouchesafe O Lorde this daye to kepe thy seruantes from all synne To take mercie on vs O Lorde to take mercie begyne Shewe thy mercie on vs O Lorde let it vpon vs be As we haue put our cōfidēce only trust in y◠I haue trusted in the O Lord in the haue I trusted Graunt therfore Lorde that thy seruaūt be neuer confounded Quicumque vult c. Athanatius WHo so wylbe saued muste kepe before all other thynge The Catholycke cōmune fayth that of the trueth doeth sprynge Which fayth vnlesse a man do kepe whole and vndefiled No doubt he shall for euer more perishe and be dampned And the fayth catholycke is this that we worshippe truly One God in three persons the same three in vnitie And that neither confoundynge the persons makynge them one Nor yet diuidyng the substaunce that is but one alone For the father and sonne are two distynct persons in dede And frō thē boeth the holy goste is also diuided Yet of these three persons ther is but one diuinitie Equale glorie in lyke sorte eternal maiestie For loke what one the father is the sonne is of that sorte And right so is the holy goste the authour of conforte The father is in create was neuer made certayne No more was sonne nor holy goste that togither do reygne The father is immense and can neuer be measured So are the sonne holy goste immense not conteyned The father is eternall and had neuer begynynge So are the sonne and holye goste and shall haue no endynge Yet are there not three eternall wyth outen begynnynge But only one eternall God that shall haue no endynge Euen as there be not three vnmade nor three vnmeasured But one God that was neuer made and one vnconteyned In lyke maner the father is euermore almightie So are the sonne and holye goste in theyr diuinitie Yet are ther not three in substaunce that be omnipotent But one only almyghtie God that hath the regiment The father is God and so is his only sōne also Wyth the holy goste yet not three but one God and no moe So is euerie one of them Lorde by hym selfe alone Yet are they not three Lordes I saye they are all three but one For as trueth causeth vs to calle eche persone God and Lorde So to calle thē three goddes or lordes doeth not ther wyth accorde The father hath not bene made nor created of any Neyther be gotte at any tyme the trueth to testifie The only sonne of the father commeth frō hym only Not made neither created but begote eternally And from the father and the sonne the holy goste doeth springe ▪ Not made create neither begote but only procedynge One father and not three therfore we acknowledge to be One sonne and eke one holy goste we cōfesse and not three And in this holy trinitie ther is no thynge in dede That in tyme is more auncient or else that doeth succede There is nothynge greater or lesse but the three persons all Are of lyke tyme and are also emonge them selues equale So that in all poyntes as is sayde boeth one in trinitie And also three muste be worshypt in one sole vnitie Whoso euer therfore wyll be saued eternally ▪ Let not the same fayle for to thyncke thus of the trinitie It is also necessarie vnto saluation That he beleue most stedfastly Christes incarnation The vpright fayth therfore is to beleue and to confesse That our Lorde Iesu Christe goddes sonne is God and man doubtlesse God of hys fathers substaunce and gote ere the worlde began And borne in the worlde he is of his mothers substaūce man He is perfect God in substaunce so is he perfect man Consistynge of a reasonable soule and of flesh humane He is equale wyth hys father touchynge diuinitie ▪ But hys fathers inferiour in hys humanitie Who though he be boeth God and man yet is he neuer twayne But one only Lorde Iesus Christ boeth God and man certayne One not by turnynge the godheade into mans vile nature But by takeynge humanitie vnto the godheade pure In conclusion he is one not by confution Of the substaunce but by the vnitie of the persone For as the reasonable soule and flesh are one man only So is God man but one Christ the trueth to testifie Who suffryng for our health went downe to the sprites infernall And the thyrde daye he rose agayne from emonge dead men all He went vp to heauens and sytteth at his fathers ryght hande Whense he shall come to iudge boeth quicke and deade by sea and lande At whose comeynge all men muste rise agayne in theyr bodies And geue a compt of theyr owne dedes and that in moste strayte wyse And suche as haue done well shall go into lyfe eternall But the euell doars shall into eternall fyer fall This is the commune fayth which muste be firmely beleued Of all suche men as certenly do truste to be saued Glorie be to God the father the sonne and holy goste As hath bene is and eke shal be tyll mynde of tyme be loste FINIS