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
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
and wyckednes are pight In it I saye is wyckednes euen in the inner parte At no tyme do gyle and deceyte out of hir stretes departe Of a man that had hated me or that myne enmie were The proude checkes and the reuilynges I could suffer and beare But sence thou art my capitayne my felowe and my frend Thy reuylynges and threatenynge do my mynd sore offende For we haue had swete and secrete communication In the house of the Lord our God and haue togither gone Lorde let death strike them sodenlye let them be buried quicke For in theyr secrete houses Lorde great wickednes doeth sticke As for me I wyll crie to God and will his mercie craue And then the Lord I am right sure wyll his pore seruant saue At euenynge at morne and none tyde I wyll mourne and complayne And then to heare his seruantes voyce the Lorde wyll not disdayne It is he that delyuereth his seruauntes soule in peace From all that lye in wayte for it who are many doubles That God I saye that lyueth aye shall heare his seruauntes prayer And shall plage them of whose mendment men maye iustly dispayer They feare not God but laye handes on such as cleaue vnto hym And so they breake hys couenaunt and do it not esteme Theyr mouthes are softer then butter yet are warres in theyr mynde Their wordes are muche more smoth then oyle yet swerdes ye shall them fynde O caste thy burden on the Lorde and he shall the sustayne For he wyll not suffer the iuste in troubles to remayne In the meane tyme O God thou shalt thrust headlynge in to hell The bloud thyrsty and disceyuers that are fiers and cruell They shall not lyue out halfe theyr tyme nor halfe theyr lyfe dayes see But as for me good Lorde I wyll styll put my trust in the. The .lvj. Psalme BE mercifull to me O God for men wyll treade me downe They fyght agaynste and trouble me dayly in fielde and towne Vnder theyr feete myne enimies do treade me downe dayly For they that proudly fyght agaynst thy seruaunt are many Neuerthelesse at euerie tyde when feare inuadeth me Then do I put my confidēce and trust onely in the. In God I wyll set forth his worde and in hym put my trust And as for men I do not passe let them do what they luste They are offended at my wordes and do them dayly carpe All theyr studye is to hurt me on this one strynge they harpe They cluster renne togither they spye on euerie syde They watch my steppes because my death of them is desyred They haue a trust for to escape but that is all in vayne For God wyll not in his anger whole natiōs refrayne My rennynges from myne enimies in persecution Thou haste by numbre in thy boke and eke my teares eche one So ofte as I call on thy name myne enimies do flye Wherby that thou arte God my Lorde I do knowe certenlye Whatsoeuer God sendeth me I wyl take in good parte And in the worde of God my Lorde I shall conforte myne herte In God my Lorde my confidence onlye trust shal be I wyll not stande in dreade nor feare what man can do to me To the wyll I paye al my vowes O God and wyll be hyght And paye to the boeth laude and prayse with all my mayne and myght For thou sauest my soule from death and my feete from fallynge That I maye walke before the in the lyght of the lyueynge The .lvij. Psalme BE mercifull to me O God be mercifull to me For the soule of thy pore seruant putteth hir trust in the. Vnder the shadowe of thy wynges my hope is pytched faste Where myne onlye refuge shal be tyll wyckednes be paste I shal call crie vnto God that is highest of all To God I saye that doeth helpe me vp agayne when I fall The same shall send from heauen down shall deliuer me From the reprofe of him that would my confusion see He shall I saye send vnto me euen for his mercies sake And for the faythfull promise that it pleased hym to make My soule is set in the myddes of the lions full of Ire And I my selfe am layed amonge men that do flame wyth fyre Theyr teeth are sharpe and persynge speres and sharpe arowes I wene Theyr tonges are swerdes wel made to cute and are excedyng kene Set vp thy selfe O God aboue the heauens that are so hye And aboue all the earth exalte thy prayse thy glorie A net they haue layed for my fete and put my soule to blame They haue dygged a pyt for me are fallen in the same To synge and geue the prayse O God myne hert is euer prest To setforth thy greate prayse I saye my mynd is redye dreste Awake my tonge and strength to speake for thou arte my glorie Awake my lute and eke my harpe for I wyll rise erlye Amonge the people wyll I geue thankes vnto the O Lord And amonge the heathen my tonge shall thy prayses recorde For the greatnes of thy mercie reacheth vp to the skye And thy faythfulnes thy trueth toucheth the starres so hye Set vp thy selfe O God aboue the heauens that are so hye And aboue al the earth exalte thy prayse thy glorie The .lviij. Psalme O Ye the sonnes of mortall men ye goddes and men of myght Do ye geue rightuouse sentences and iudge mens matters right Nay but rather you Imagyne mischiefe wythin your brest And by your violence men are sore laden and oppreste So sone as these vngodly men were borne they went astraye And frō theyr mothers wombe they learned vntrueth for to saye Theyr poysens are lyke the poysens that in fell serpentes are They are lyke the deafe Idder that doth vse to stop hir eare For the adder doeth stop hir eare lest she should heare haply The voyce of the charmar that doeth by charmes worcke skylfully Of these mens mouthes breake thou the teeth O God and smyte in twayne The chafte bones of the lyons whelppes who are cruell certayne That they may fall awaye lyke the water that faste doeth ren And that when they shote theyr arrowes the same may be broken Let them consume as doth a snayle that turneth into slyme And as the fruite that a woman beareth before hir tyme. Yeare that your sharpe and prickynge thornes shall be redie to pricke Gooddes wrath lyke to a stormye wynde shall take you awaye quicke When the rightwise shall se these thynges they shall reioyse greatly And they shal wash theyr feete in the bloude of the vngodly Then shall men saye the rightuouse are certayne to haue rewarde For the Lorde God iudgeth the earth who doeth iustice regarde The .lix. Psalme MY God delyuer me from thē that be myne enimies And defend me from them that do agaynst thy seruant rise Delyuer me O God from them that do worcke wyckedly And saue thy pore seruant from such men as are bloude thristie For
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
him selfe is iuste he loueth ryghteousnes And with hys countenaunce he wyl loke vpon the gitles The .xij. Psalme O Lorde do thou saue and kepe nowe for frendshyppe ther is none The true and faythfull of promyse are from emonge men gone Wyth his neyghbour eche man speaketh wordes disceytfull and vayne Wyth smoth lyppes but with double hertes they speake to them certayne The Lorde shall cut of al suche lyppes as speake fayre but falsly And the tonge that speaketh greate thinges herselfe to magnifye All suche I say as do saye thus let oure tonges be walkinge Our lyppes are on oure syde and who is our Lorde or our Kynge The Lorde shall saye now wyll I ryse for the destruccyon Of the oppressed and the nedies lamentacyon And them I will restore to healthe they shal not be oppreste I wyl geue them a breathynge tyme eke a quyete reste The Lordes sayinges are pure sayinges as syluer well tryed That in an earthē coffen hath ben seuen tymes wyll fyned O Lorde do thou saue and kepe them kepe backe the flatterar Oute of thys generacyon kepe hym backe for euer For when mē of most wicked lyfe do reigne and rule the route Then do the vngodly wander on eche syde rounde aboute The .xiij. Psalme LOrde howe longe wylt thou forget me what foreuer and aye Lorde how long wylt thou hyde thy face from thy seruaunt I saye How longe shall I consult in mynde and in myne hert trauayle Howe longe shall myne enmies agaynst thy poore seruaunt preuayle Loke backe and answere me O Lorde illumyne thou myne eyes And suffer me not in the death to sleape in any wyse Leste myne enmye shoulde say I haue agaynste him preuayled And suche as vexe me should reioyce yf I were weakened But I truste in thy greate goodnes and bountiful mercy And in thine health mine hert therfore reioyceth certaynely I will synge to the Lorde I saye with hert vnfaynedly Because he doeth requyte to me all thynges aboundantly The .xiiij. Psalme THe folyshe and Insipient whose thoughtes are euer vayne Do in their hert saye folishly there is no God certayne They folowe wayes that are corrupt and ahhomynable There is none that doeth the thinge that is good and laudable The Lorde loked doune from heauen vpon the sonnes of men To se yf there were anye wyse or to seke God geuen But al had fallen and were corrupt together in their waye There was no man that woulde do good no not one man I saye What knewe they nought al are wicked they eate my flocke as breade And on the Lorde they do not call in them there is no dreade There shall they be cast doune with feare the Lorde wyll them affraye For God is in the nacyon of the iuste men for aye Ye do deryde and laugh to scorne the coūsell of the poore Because the Lord is his whole trust his help and his succour Oh woulde to God Israell myghte haue health out of Syon Woulde God I saye the tyme were come of their saluacyon That God myght bryng his flocke againe oute of captyuytie That Iacob myght reioyce and eke Israell be mery The .xv. Psalme LOrde who shall haue hys dwelling place in thy tabernacle Who shall I saye fynde quyete rest in thy most holy hyll That shall the man that walketh ryght and doeth that vpryght is And he that in his hert to speake the trueth do neuer mysse He doeth not slaunder with hys tonge nor do hys neyghbour ylle Neyther doeth suffer him to be reuyled by his wyll The wicked and the reprobate are aye vyle in hys syght But suche as feare the Lorde he doeth honoure both daye and nyght And yf he sweare or make promyse concernynge any thinge Thoughe it shoulde be hys hynderaunce to passe he wyll it brynge He setteth not hys money out to vsury or gayne Nor taketh anye brybe to put the innocent to payne Who so he be that wyll these thinges diligently apply The same shal neuer threat to falle but stādvp styll stoutly The .xvi. Psalme Saue me O God do thou vouchsalfe my defender to be Saue me I say because I haue put my whole trust in the. Vnto the Lorde thus haste thou sayde O my soule within me Thou arte my Lorde and my goodnes nothinge can be lyke the. Wyth the sainctes that dwel in the earth and men of noble fame I am delyted and wyth al myne hert I loue the same Thoughe men do encrease their Idoles multiplye them styl And gredily seke for to haue other mens godes at wyl Yet will I not tast the cup of their bloudy sacryfyce Nor with my mouth reherse the name of thē in any wyse The Lorde is the porcyon of my part and cuppe certayne O Lorde my lot and heritage thou doest alwaye sustayne The coardes that measured my parte in pleasaunt places fell Yea and a noble heritage chaunced to me ryght well The Lorde that hath ben my succour and counsell will I prayse For my verye reynes do enstructe me in the night alwayes I do prepone and set the Lord alwaye before myne eyes He is styll at my right hande leaste I fall in anye wyse Wherfore myne herte shal be ryght glad so shall my tonge reioyce And my fleshe shal reste in safetye wythoute tumult or noyse For thou shalt not forsake my soule at the sepulchersyde Nor suffer that thine holy one do into the pit flyde The path of lyfe thou wylt shewe me and full ioy in thy syght And the pleasures at thy ryght hād for euer daye and nyght The .xvij. Psalme LOrde heare the thynge that rightuouse is geue eare vnto my crye Marcke wel the prayer that I make to the vnfaynedly Let my iudgment procede from the iudge me Lorde in thy syght And let thyne eies consyder well all suche thynges as are ryght Thou hast searched myne hert throughly and visyte me by nyght Thou haste tryed me yet canste thou not blame any thynge by ryght For the secret thoughtes of myne herte my wordes do agre The secrete thoughtes open wordes are all one thinge in me In the affayres of mortall men I haue taken good hede Of the wayes of the destroyer for that thou haste preached Grounde thou my steppes therfore I say Lorde in thy fote pathes all Leste that my fete should slyp and I shoulde be redy to falle On the I call O God for thou arte wout to graunt to me Geue eare to me and heare my worde Lorde God I beseche the. O thou that by thy powr kepeste suche as do trust in the From theyr enmyes make thy mercies wonderfull vpon me Kepe me as the eie apple and vnder thy wynges me hyde From the wicked that vse to waste and my foes on eche syde Wyth theyr fatnes and greate richesse my wayes they haue stopped And wyth theyr mouth presumptuouselye proude wordes they haue framed Euen nowe they do beset our wayes and eke compasse them rounde And ernestly they do seke to
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
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
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
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
and whē I do let as I dyd not se Thou doeste Imagyne that I am in al poyntes lyke to the. I wyl therfore contende wyth the and declare thy trespase And in order I wyl set forth thy faultes before thy face I praye you vnderstande this thynge you that haue forgotte God Whether ther be any that can preserue you from my rodde Who so maketh sacrifice of prayse doeth glorifie me And this is the way wherby he shall Godes saueynge health see The .lj. Psalme LOrd God for thy great goodnes sake be mercifull to me And for thy passyng great mercie purge myne iniquitie From myne iniquitie good Lord wash thou me plentuously And frō my synnes and trespases do thou me mundifie For myne offences I confesse and do none of them hyde My synnes Lorde my wyckednes do in my syght abyde I haue offended the alone sinned in thy syght wherfore thy wordes shal be founde true thy iudgmentes vpright Behold Lord in iniquitie was I made formed And was not fre from wyckednes when I was conceiued For lo Lorde thou louest the truth euen from the verie herte And hast shewed me of thy wysedome euen the secrete parte Purge me wyth Isope I shall be pure and cleane I knowe Washe thou me then shall I be more whyt then is the snowe Brynge thou to passe that I maye heare great ioye and reioyceynge And that they whome thou haste brought lowe may thy great prayses synge Turne thy face from my wickednes loke not on my synne To blot out myne iniquities Lorde God do thou begynne Create Lorde God wythin my breste an vndefiled herte And in my bowelles Lorde renewe a spirite that wyll not starte Caste thou me not out of thy syght ne do thou me forget Neyther do thou thyne holy spirite from thy pore seruant fet Restore to me the reioyceynge Lorde of thy saueynge helth And with thy principall spirite Lord stablishe thy seruantes welthe To the transgressers of thy lawes thy wayes I wyll declare And to the shal be conuerted men that great synnes are O God the God of my soule helth deliuer me from bloud And my tonge shall wyth ioye declare the boeth ryghtwise and good Open thou my lyppes good Lorde teach my tonge to speake And then my mouth wythout ceasyng shall in thy prayse out breake For if sacrifice dyd please the I would geue the such thynges But thou delitest not good Lord in the brent offerynges A pensiefe and a troubled spirite is to God sacrifice A broken and a contrite hert God thou wylt not despyse Lorde God of thy bountuousnes do thou fauour Sion That the walles of Ierusalem may be buylded anon Then shall please the brent offerynges sacrifice of right And on thyne holy aultare Lorde men shall fatte bullockes dyght The .lij. Psalme THou tyrant why reioycest thou in that thou doest amysse Sence the goodnes of God oure Lorde dayly amonge vs is Wayes to corrupt to destroye thy tonge doeth styll inuent Euen as it were a sharp rasour that to cut is styll bent Thou dost delyght rather to hurt thyne anger to wreake Then do to well for to lye then ryght and trueth to speake All wordes that brynge destruction do therto belonge Thou loueste for to spreade abroade wyth a disceytfull tonge Wherfore God shall scatter thy stocke take it cleane awaye He shal cut the out of thy tent and make thy rote decaye Whych thynge when the rightwise shall se then shall they stand in awe And shall laugh and make reioyceynge at the syght that they sawe They shall saye lo this is the man that in God hath not trust But in the heape of hys riches and in hys wicked lust But I lyke a grene olyue tree in the Lordes house I saye Haue put my trust in hys goodnes for euer and a day Because thou haste me made good Lorde thy preases wyll I tell And wyl trust in thy name because thy sanctes do lyke it well The .liij. Psalme THe folysh insipiēt whose thoughtes are euer vayne Do in theyr herte saye folyshlye ther is no God certayne Corrupt they are in all theyr wayes made abominable To fynde one good amonge them all ther is no man able Vpon the sonnes of mortal men God loked downe from heauen To se if ther were any wyse or for to seeke God geuen They haue gone astraye togither and are corrupt ech one That hath done the thynge that is good there can not be founde one Howe can they haue knowledge saith God that worcke iniquitie And lyke breade eate vp my people do not on me crye There feared they excedynglye where feare in dede was none Because God doeth all them destroye that besiege the Sion Because God is theyr enmie thou haste made them ashamed Woulde God that out of the Sion Iacob myght be saued That God myght once make an ende of his peoples seruitude That wyth great ioye reioycynge Iacob myght be endude The .liiij. Psalme FOr thy names sake helpe me O God in thy strength deliuer Thy seruant O God heare my prayer do my wordes consyder For strayngars and straynge nations agaynst me do arise And tyrantes that seke my soule haue no God before theyr eyes Behold I saye it is the Lord that doeth myne enimies let And he is styll present wyth them that do me vnderset Myne aduersaries and my foes he shall wyth iuell rewarde And shall them all destroye because he doeth his trueth regarde I shall make to the sacrifice wyth fre and wyllyng mode And wyll set forth thy name wyth prayse because thou art so good For out of all afliction thou haste deliuered me And my desyre vpō my foes Lord God myne eies do see The .lv. Psalme GEue eare to my praier O God and do not thy selfe hyde From the humble petition that I make at this tyde Geue eare I saye to me O God answere me againe For in my praier I make mone and greuously complayne And that through the outragiouse crie of enimies in dede And through the great vexatiō of men that are wicked Which wicked men do against me practise theyr wickednes And in theyr passynge great anger put me to great distresse Pensife heauie is myne herte Lord God wythin my breste And the horrors and feares of death haue me greatly oppreste Excedynge great feare tremblyng haue lighted on my lot And most horrible dread also hath quelled me I wot Wherfore I saye would God I had wynges lyke vnto a doue For then would I flye hence where none of these thynges should me moue Lo then would I get me far hence and dwell in wildernes And would make haste for to escape this tempest of distresse Destroy them Lorde and slit theyr tonges take on them no pitie For I haue sene vnrightuousnes strife in the citie These thynges compasse the walles therof boeth by daye and by nyght And in the myddes therof greuaunce
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
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
Sion Then he doeth to the residue of Iacobs nation Ryght noble thynges O goddes citie are reported of the Reported in the O Sion right noble thynges there be Rahab and such of Babilon as haue knowen my name I wyll haue kepte in memorie as right worthy of fame Loe palestine is worthy prayse because therin were borne Boeth zor and they of Ethiope of whom I thyncke no scorne But of Sion it shall be sayed that many of greate fame Haue bene borne there the high God shall eke confirme the same In his writtynges the Lord shall cyte the peoples euerie one And of them all the chyefest man was borne in this Sion In the Sion are all my welles whereout all they do sprynge That in my trase do leade the daunce do my praises synge The .lxxxviij. Psalme LOrde God myne health before thy face I crye boeth daye and nyght ▪ Let my request I the besech be present in thy syght Bowe downe thyne eare vnto my cry for my soule hath hir fyll And my lyfe is brought to the graue through the plentie of ill But now am I compted wyth them that go into the pyt And am compared to a man that of strength hath no whyt As one fre from all maner thynges that to thys lyfe belonge I am accompted emonge them whom fatall death hath stonge I am I saye lyke to the deade that in the graue do slepe Of whō there is no memorie ne doeth thyne hand them kepe In the lower pyt of troubles Lord thou hast placed me In places that are darcke depe so hath it pleased the. Thy feruent indignation hath quelled me well most Thou hast cast out thy pore seruaunt in troubles to be toste Thou haste caused myne acquayntaunce to flye far of from me ▪ And through thy meanes they do abhor thy pore seruant tose I am enclosed in suche wyse and hedged rounde about That I ne can by any meanes fynde ishue or waye out Throughsore payne and affliction myne eye syght fayleth me O Lorde I call and crie all daye and lyfte myne handes to the. And doest thou shewe wonders to them that in the graue dolye Or shall the deade arise agayne and prayse the worthyly And shall thy mercie and goodnes be preached in the graue Or thy fayth in destruction wher none hath mynde to craue Or shall thy wonders be well knowen in places darke and blynd Or thy iustice in such a place where nothing is in mynde But I thy pore seruant haue cried to the O Lorde I saye And my prayer shall the preuēt in the spryng of the daye O Lord whye doest thou put me backe and my pore soule repell Wylt thou Lord hyde thy face from me and shewe thy selfe cruell Wretched am I and from my youth haue ben styll at deathes dore And wyth perplex and doubtfull mynde I sustayne thy terrour Thy furies and rageynge angers haue gone ouer me quite And thy terrours and great threatnynges haue kylled me downryght They haue dayly enuironed and beset me about And to gyrd me in togither they haue not stand in doubt My friendes thou haste set far from me eke my neyghbours all And haste caused myne acquayntaunce into darcknes to fall The .lxxxix. Psalme THy mercies and thy goodnes Lorde I wyll synge wythout staye And wyth my mouth Lord wyll I cause thy truth be knowe for aye For wyth my selfe thus haue I thought Goddes mercie lasteth aye And in the hygh heauens his trueth he hath set wyth sure staye Thus hath he sayd wyth mynde elect I haue made a comnaunt And wyth an othe I promised to Dauid my seruant Thy seede I wyll confirme for aye make it to enduer And in all ages that shall come thy throne shall remayne sure The heauens O Lord celebrate prayse thy wonders all So do the sanctes thyne holy trueth when they theyr counselles call In heauen who is it that maye be the Lordes felowe right And which of the stronge men shal be lyke vnto him in myght For God muste be greatly feared in holy mens counsell And must be had in reuerence of them that nygh hym dwell Lorde God of hostes who is lyke the Oh thou that art myghtie All thynges that are about the Lorde are truth and veritie Lord thou doest rule the greate furies and rages of the seas And when they do lyft vp their waues thou doest them all appease Prouide Pharao thou dydest beate euen as a deade bodie And wyth the force of thy great strength thou dydst thy foes destroye The heauens are thyne so is the earth none can thys thynge denie ▪ The whole worlde and all thynges therin thou haste made certenly The north parte and the south also thou haste made and formed ▪ Thabor and Hermon shall reioyce whē they heare the named Thou haste an arme full of all powre all myght doeth therin stande Lorde thou doest fortifie thy strength lyfte vp thy ryght hande Thy prynce lyke throne is vndersette with equitie and right Mercie and trueth go before the and are styl in thy syght O happie people that confesse the sygnes of goddes presence For in thy lyght O Lorde suche shall walke wyth greate reuerence They shall dayly ioye and reioyce Lorde in thyne holy name And in thy ryghtuousenes they shall purchase them selfe greate fame For of theyr ioyce strength O God thou only arte the floure And of thy mere goodnes thou wylt extolle our myght and power For our shyld of defence is a thynge of the lordes geuynge And the holy one of Iacob hath geuen vs our kynge Then to thy prophetes by a dreame thus saydest thou in effect I wyll supporte ayde Dauid for he is myne elect I haue found Dauid my seruant haue hym anoynted Wyth holy oyle that by my power he myght be strengthened The enimie shall neuer be able hym to deceyue Neither shall the froward haue powre my seruant for to greue I wyl braye all his enimies euen before his face And suche as do hym hate I wyll destroye wyth outen grace My trueth eke my mercie shall be wyth hym at his nede And in my name his power shal be excedyng great in dede I wyll put his hand in the sea his power shall thyther reach And ouer the rennynge riuers he shall hys ryght hand stretche He shall call on me at his nede and shall saye in this sorte Thou arte my father and my God and of my health the forte Myne heyer wyll I ordeyne hym aboue the kynges all My mercie and promise to him for euer kepe I shall I wyll make hys sede eternall his stocke shall neuer die And his royall seate wyll I make lyke the tyme of the skye If hys sonnes wyll forsake my lawe and not walke in my steppes ▪ If they wyll breake myne ordinaūce and not kepe my preceptes Then wyth roddes wyll I visyte them for theyr goynge astraye And wyll wyth scourges punish the wyckednes of theyr waye
smoke and my bones brent lyke fyre Myne herte is wythered lyke heye to eate I ne desyre My bones and fleshe cleane togither through sorowe of myne herte I am made lyke the pellicane and howlet of desert I haue watched and am become lyke a sparowe alone Syttyng on the rydge of the house in whom confort is none I was dayly reuiled of such as myne enmies were And they reioyced ouer me and gan by me to swere I dyd eate asshes lyke as breade blende teares in my cup For thy greate wrath because to plage me thou dydst lyfte me vp My dayes are gone lyke a shadowe and I am dryed lyke haye But thou Lord shalt continew styll and be in mynde for aye Ryse vp O Lorde take mercie pitie on Sion Because the tyme poynted therto doeth nowe drawe fast vpon For thy seruantes beare fauour to the stones of that citie And to caste out the duste therof they do desyer greatly And let the heathen feare the name of the Lord in lyke case And all the kynges of the earth the maiestie of his face For the Lord built Sion and was sene in his maiestie And regardyng the pores requeste he dyd it not denie This thynge shall be lefte in wryttynge to our posteritie And people that shall then be borne shall prayse God certenly For the Lord loketh from aboue from his sanctuarie And he shall loke vpon the earth out of the heauen hye That he maye heare the waylynge of men in captiuitie And deliuer them out of bondes that are iudged to die That men maye celebrate and prayse the Lordes name in Sion And hys prayse in Ierusalem hys habitacion When the peoples and kyngdomes all shall be brought into one To honoure and worshyp the Lorde the Lord I saye alone But he hath afflicted and broke my strenght vpon the waye And hath cut of and shortened my tyme and fatalle daye I wyll therfore saye O my God take me not at myd age For thyne yers continue for aye and shall neuer aswage For thou dydst fyrste laye the grownde worcke of the earth that is rownde And the worckes of thyne handes also the hygh heauens are founde Which all shall perishe but thou shalt remayne styll vnmoued ▪ All thynges shal war olde lyke a cote and be by the chaynged But thou bydest the same for aye thyne yeres shall haue none ende Let the sonnes of thy seruantes byde and do theyr sede defend The .ciij. Psalme MY soule preach declare the Lord preach and spreade out his fame And eke my bowelles euerye one preach ye hys holy name Preach and declare the Lorde I saye my soule and kepe in mynde The benifites great goodnes that in him thou dydst fynde He forgeueth the all thy fautes and thyne iniquities And healeth all thy syknesses and thyne infirmities From the powre of the destroyer he setteth thy lyfe free His benifites mercies all he heapeth vpon the. With thynges that are dulcet and swete he doeth aye fyll thy mouth That lyke as doeth the egle thou mayest recouer thyne youth The Lorde wyth iustice doeth reuenge all such as are oppreste And to deliuer innocentes he is redie and preste His lawes and his commaundementes to Moses dyd he tell So dyd he to Iacobs chyldren hys studies counsell The Lorde is kynd and mercifull when synnars do hym greue Longe sufferynge wyth patience and redie to forgeue He vseth not to chyde braule wyth worddes continually Neither to be styll myndfull of a wrōge or iniurie He doeth not vse to handle vs accordynge to our synne Ne rewardeth the wickednes that we haue lyued in For as the space is wondrouse great twyxt earth and heauen aboue So is hys goodnes muche more large to thē that do hym loue He doeth remoue our synnes from vs and our offences all As far as is the sunne risynge full distant from his fall And loke what pitie parentes deare vnto theyr chyldren beare Lyke pitie doeth the Lorde beare to all such as do hym feare For our state and condicion he knoweth certenly And that we be nought else but duste he hath in memorie He knoweth also that mans tyme is lyke to the wydderynge haye Or lyke the fayre floure of the field that fadeth sone awaye Whose fayre beautie the stormie wyndes do vtterly disgrace And brynge him out of knowledge wyth men that dwell in that place But yet the goodnes of the Lorde towardes them that do him feare Shall dure for aye and his iustice towardes theyr nephewes so deare Towarde such I saye as kepe his hestes and beare in memorie His lawes and institutions to do them perfectly The Lorde hath prepared set his throne in heauen so hye And hys kyngdome ruleth all thynges that are vnder the skye Ye angelles of the Lorde preach hym ye myghtie men I saye Put the Lordes busines in vre and to hys worde obey Preach the Lord O hys armies all preach and set hym forth styll For whylse ye be hys mynisters ye do performe his wyll O ye worckes of the Lorde preach hym throughout his imperie Preach him my soule cease not my soule to preach the Lorde boldly The .ciiij. Psalme MY soule preach set forth the Lord O my Lord God saye I Thou arte myghtie in noble actes clad with bryght glorye For my God is clothed wyth lyght euē as wyth a garmēt And hath spredde forth the heauens as the curten of a tent He hath builded his parlars in the waters vp on hye And hath made the cloudes hys charet and doeth wyth the wynde flye All such he hath made spirites as do on his message go So hath he made his ministers hotte flameynge fyre also The earth also he hath buylded vpon grownd worcke so sure That for the perfect worcke therof it myght euer endure In lyke maner he hath hyd the depe as wyth a garment To make the waters stand aboue the hylles was his intent But they flye and dare not abyde when thou byddest them staye And at the sowne of thy thunder they renne hastly awaye They renne I saye ouer the hylles and eke the valeys wyde Vntyl they come vnto the place where thou wylt they shall byde A marcke thou hast set ouer whych they may not passe certayne Leste they should ouer flowe the earth and couer it agayne Then sendest thou forth springynge welles whose stremes do rore crie That they may renne betwene the hylles that on ech syde are hye That all the wylde beastes of the field myght dryncke therof plentie And that the wylde asses also myght drynck when they be drye And that the foules of the ayer that on the trees do synge Myght lyue nygh them haueynge fast by theyr abode and dwellynge Out of the cloudes his dwellynge place he geueth the hylles rayne Wyth the fruite of hys worckes he doeth fyll the earthfull certayne He bryngeth forth haye for catell grasse for mans tyllage That bread myght sprynge out of the
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
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
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
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
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