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One and forty divine odes Englished set to King Davids princely harpe. By S.P.L.
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Brazil. Ministério do Interior. Secretaria de Planejamento.; Sempill, James, Sir, 1566-1625, attributed name.
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vp head And though of them I Lord deserue no ill With wrongs they me pursue by fury lead And iniuries repay for my good will And still they spit their gall and wot you why Because I alwayes follow that is right 21 But be not thou far off nor let me lye Nor leaue me thus engag'd to spitefull'st spite 22 Make hast and giue me thy sweet sauing hand Since for my helpe I haue but thee to stand PSAL. XXXIX VVHen my fell foe triumphing at my harme Prouok'd me with tart taunts I in my mind Resolu'd from biting tearmes my tongue to charme And brawling shun and all of that base kind 2 I lock'd my lips and rein'd my tongue so hard As not a word could scape all was so barr'd But lest my mouth might rashly spit her gall I let not passe euen words were good and kind 3 But griefe like fire finding no vent at all To burne within the more did fuell find And rage at last that burst the curbing reines Thus on the Lord she calls and thus complaines 4 Shew shew what bounds thou to my daies hast set When shall I flye and from this dungeon free Be rid of loathsome cares that inly fret 5 Thou liu'st past date there is no end with thee Blest of thy selfe and of thy selfe most strong But soone our glasse is run we liue not long 6 And almost lesse then nothing are our yeares Like to a flitting shade or breathlesse shape Which in the surface of a glasse appeares Nor that can vaine and anxious cares escape Lust rackes the mind and ioy doth raise his crest Hope mounts him vp by feare againe deprest We tumults raise and spend we know not how Without aduise not looking to the maine Our life in things which folly may auow But of no moment fruitlesse are and vaine So whiles we toile and moile abroad at home We gather wealth apace God knowes for whom 7 On which side shall I turne who giues me ayd Tost and garboild who frees me wrapt in woes 8 In thee is all my hope Stop vndelaid This sinke of sinne whence all this mischiefe flowes And leaue me not to impious follies scorne Launc'd with their scoffes and taunts not to be born 9 I held my peace when I perceiu'd these ills Of thy fierce wrath for sin reuengers were 10 Who mad'st mankind and guid'st their waies wils Thy lashes yet a little while forbeare Since strength doth faile nor doth my life suffice To beare the growing paines that still arise 11 When as thy plagues pursue our fretting sin Soone strength and beauty fade and flit away As Mothes eate cloth when once they are got in O man 's a fraile and brittle peece of clay 12 Yet to my prayers thy eares mild Father lend Nor scorne the words which to thy throane I send Turne not thy face from his bedewed eies That liues a pilgrime and a wandring guest Nor I nor had my parents in like wise A staid place here where we our foot might rest But day by day and eu'ry moment vext We spent our short liues in long cares perplext 13 Then for a while forbeare thy sharper hand That I afresh my fainting breath may draw Before that I at Deaths broad gates doe stand Where entring once there 's no returne in law For if he take neuer so little hold There 's no redemption goe must young and old PSAL. XL. VVHen fear threats about me bellow'd roūd And cruell Death shook his deuouring dart Yet Hope from Heauen though late at last I found Which swag'd chill cares lay trembling at my heart 2 The Lord perceiu'd and from the gulfe me took Nor in the mire o're head and eares forsooke But on the tops of solid rockes he plac'd And shew'd me a faire way where I should goe 3 And in my brest with ruines all defac'd Inspir'd new breath and did new matter show That I might sing his praise on sweet tun'd strings In numbers smooth which no harsh discord brings Let them see this who all euents impute To whirling Chance or furious force of Fate And let them trembling when they haue a sute Rest on that Lord who keepes in heauen his state 4 Thrice happy he who casts his lookes on high That Faith and Hope may on the Lord rely And blessed he whom pompe of swelling pride Leades not along with her alluring traines Nor drawes the mind with seeming good aside 5 But sacred Sire how many a pledge remaines Of thy great care to vs which our weake sight Sees not nor tongue their number can recite 6 Thou pluck'st me closely by the eare and tells That neither gold buyes out the guilt of sin Nor blood of harmlesse beasts the same repels Nor Holocausts can clense our crimes within Since then of me thou Lord seek'st no such thing But from thy Grace thy fauours freely spring 7 I come said I command thou me and spare not Here sacred Sire to doe thy will I stand Reueal'd in Volumes which the lewdest dare not Or taxe with nouelty or errour brand My mind to this to this my study bends Which is my first all else are second ends 8 That what I doe or say or keepe in mind I may conforme all to thy sacred bent For in my heart deepe graued thou maist find Thy sacred Law that shewes thy wills extent 9 I preach abroad to Nations far and wide Thy Iustice so renown'd so often tride Nor shall my lips take rest nor tongue lye still But shall thy mercy and thy iustice tell And with thy name all Nations will I fill Thou seest it Lord and know'st it too right well 10 For I conceal'd not thy iust rage to sin Nor to the poore how good thou still hast bin By my report thy goodnesse is made knowne To all the lands abroad thy truth withall 11 Then let thy goodnesse and thy faith which none Found euer yet to faile or short to fall Saue me beset with troopes of mischiefe round Kept by thy hand which all things here did found 12 Sore paines which passe the hayres vpon my head Vexe me on all sides which the sharpest sight Cannot so soone discry My mind halfe dead And stupid growne with cares is burn'd vp quite 13 Worlds sacred Founder come giue present aid And draw me out with vtmost ills o're-laid 14 That of their plots asham'd may lewd men be Let them heart-breaking Infamy attend And who layes snares to haue intrapped me Let all their drifts come to a shamefull end 15 And taking pleasure in my sad distresse Be this the haruest of their wickednesse That they themselues into the snares may fall Which stily they had laid to catch me in And let them frustrate see their ends in all Be shame their crop since what they sow'd was sin And blush he still and alwaies let him grieue Who with my teares fed fat laughes in his sleeue 16 But who commend them wholly to thy grace Let hope of help refresh their drooping limmes And let them alwaies and in eu'ry place Extoll IEHOVAHS louely name with Hymnes 17 Though hopelesse poore and comfortlesse I be Who guards all things he made wards ouer me The keeper of my life and surest stay Come vexe me not with too too long delay PSAL. XLI BLest is the man commiserates the poore And brings him helpe when hope begins to die And when he finds him trampled on the floore Scoules not at him with a disdainfull eie Whom men would think to be in peeces rent Him God will reare and cheare him wholly spent 2 With faithfull care God will him fence about And set him free from harmes that safe and sound Amongst the liuing here enioy he mought A blessed life where all contents abound 3 When on his couch griefe layes his aking head He helpe him then and makes his easefull bed And all his griefe that pain'd him so before 4 He turnes to sweet repose So when decaid With bitter 〈…〉 was full sore Of thee O God I crau'd reliefe and said My wounded soule of that foule sore recure Which sinne hath made so lothsome to endure 5 My foe with direfull imprecations sends Me to the pit of hell and in my losse He triumph makes And thus he saith When ends That lothed life of his When shall that drosse Of his impurer carkasse in one night Together with his name be put out quite 6 And if by chance one of this crue espie Me drooping goe in body or in mind He faines as if he mourn'd in passing by And sighes forsooth after a sporting kind When going on and that his backe 's but turn'd He spits his gall that in his bosome burn'd 7 The wicked crue conspiring against me Whisper in one anothers eare their spite And closely plot their mischiefes and agree To ioyne in one and ouer-beare me quite 8 And boast that heauē sent this dire plague to grieue And bound me with his bonds nor will relieue He lyes say they deiected in his bed Breathing his last breath in his latter night 9 But he in house at board who dwelt and fed My Mate with whom my life I thought I might And liuelihood haue left in surest guard Euen he as fierce and fell as who most dar'd He taking part with my proud foes did spurne 10 And kicke at me But thou 〈…〉 doth giue Me helpe and health and all base spite didst turne Vnto my good that I might sweetly liue Thine eye of grace and hand of help Lord tender That to my foes I like for like may render 11 This of thy grace the surest pledge shall be And of thy constant purpose in mine aid When as my foe shall not triumph o're me And though he storme his courage shall be laid 12 My body now his former strength retaines My innocence still in my mind remaines And all proceeds from this that thou thy hand Extend'st to me who took'st me to thy charge That I might safe by thy protection stand And alwaies fenc'd Now set by thee at large 13 Thee let the world acknowledge and adore Whom Isa'chs race doth serue and no gods more And let them sing thy praise while day and night Betwixt them share the darknesse and the light FINIS
PSAL. VIII FAther and Fostrer of mankind How haue the raies of thy renowne Astonish'd all on whom haue shin'd The beames which Heauens great light darts down Thy greatnesse hath surmounted far The Spheares where stars bright glistring ar 2 How thou do'st rule the world with care The infant age yet sucking tells That thou maist stop the mouthes that dare Barke at thy power which so excells Such mouthes at thee as poison spue And thirst for bloud which they pursue 3 When I behold the Heauens so cleere With purest light made by thine hand When Moone and Stars so bright appeare And all by thee created stand 4 Ah what is man in life or lim Thinke I that thus thou mindest him What is his stock his of-spring what To whom thou daign'st such honour such A gracefull eye of fauour that 5 Hee 's like a God the oddes not much 6 Thou mad'st him Prince to vndergoe The rule of all thou mad'st below Of all that breathes by right of birth Thou mad'st him master of their wills 7 The horn'd and the fleec'd flocks on earth And all that feedes on plaines and hills 8 Or what with wings or sinns diuide The aire and Sea He tames their pride 9 Father and fostrer of mankind How haue the raies of thy renowne Astonish'd all on whom haue shin'd The beames which Heauens great light darts down Whose throne is Heauen whose foot-stoole Earth Protect thine one of noblest birth PSAL. IX OF thee I sing great Guardian of all things To thee my heart her duties tribute paies Thy wonders to our seed that after springs I will declare and thence thy glory raise Safe guided by thy hand I 'le nothing feare But cheerfull notes will sing with cheerfull mind And will thee praise who supreme rule do'st beare Chiefe Iustice of the Heau'ns and heau'nly kind 3 My prouder foe who without counsell led Conceiu'd vain hopes hath turn'd and took his flight And thy right-hand pursuing whilst he fled With more than humane force hath foil'd him quite 4 My greedy foes wide yawning for my bloud Thy wreakfull rage confounds and rends their iawes Thine aide releeu'd while guilty-like I stood And from thy Throne thy doome did end my cause 5 Thou tam'st the fury of the sauage rout Thy matchlesse might did so my foes dispell As in the roules of Fame they were left out That none their names in after-age should tell 6 Lo to what end come all these swelling threats Lo him that townes would leuell and lay plaine That where in former times stood stately seatâ—â— No memory should of their state remaine But He that swaies eternally this ball By iustice fixt his euerlasting throne 8 To distribute the lawes by righting all And ruling men that each may haue his owne 9 When force doth sit to hatch high-swelling pride Thy gate of Grace stands open for the poore Thy castle of safe refuge thou set'st wide That all distrest may enter at the doore 10 And therefore well may they in Thee alone Who know thy wide-spread Name their trust repose When all the world hath by experience knowne Thou leau'st not thine to'h mercy of their foes 11 Then sing due praise vnto the Lord whose hand And watchfull eie keeps his lou'd Sion sure Spread wide his wise decrees in eu'ry land Them let no bounds lesse than the world immure 12 For guiltlesse bloud he takes a strict account Reuenging it with plagues and inward feares And suffers not pride vnreueng'd to mount And presse the poor whose cries soon pierce his eares 13 But thou deare God look neerer to my cause Whom armed force pursues with deadly spight And take me from the fell and direfull iawes Of Death whose hue is black as pitchy night 14 That all so high as Sion lifts her head And sets her towers so far so wide to view I man thy name with vowes and praises spread And daily thankes for hourely helpe renew 15 Perfidious wights in waues of selfe-bred wrong Tost and turmoild haue worthily been drown'd And in the nets which they were knitting long For others laide themselues were helplesse bound 16 Who but admires Heau'ns-equall ballanc'd right Who weau'd the web of fraud himselfe was caught A thing so oft perform'd in all mens sight Should be enrould and kept in inward thought 17 But so it is Time not fore-seene arrests The god-lesse men who haue not Heau'n in mind Then sodaine death wounds their rebellious breasts And hides them in his pit where no sun shin'd 18 But modest minds which breathe but aire diuine Hopelesse of helpe but what from Heauen descends God in his heart doth them a place assigne Where causelesse griefe at last findes large amends 19 Vp vp Creator of all things arise And let not man not many spans in length Mount to a monster of deformed size To crush the poor Curb thou mens lawlesse strength 20 Thou with the boundless weight of endless might Strike horror deep into their fiercer mindes That man may know his feeble state aright Whose weaker parts no lasting cement bindes PSAL. X. HOw long wilt thou Conseruer of mankind Neglect thy seruants in their sad distresse 2 How long wilt thou remain in Heauen confin'd Whilst Lord-like here lewd men the iust oppresse Let ill befall the ill-conceiuing head And perish it with all the arts it bred 3 Whilst he with wrongs doth cram his lustful heart The proud man boasts and inwardly is glad As he had wonne by right and vs'd no art And still should hold the glory that he had 4 Thus his vnbridled arrogance neglects Of right and wrong the contrary respects Whilst sweetly he applauds his in-bred wit And thinks in Heauen there is no God nor feares 5 But proudly champing on his pleasant bit His happinesse his haughty hearts vpreares Nor dreams that thou to iudgment wilt proceede And vindicate the guilt of his mis-deed He sleights his foes nor cares for them a straw 6 And reck'ning with himselfe without his Host My life saith he at longest length I 'le draw And steere my course with no rough billowes tost No care shall come to interrupt my state Nor fits of paine my pleasure shall abate 7 Out of his mouth doe cursed slaunders flow Disgorging taunts and crafty wiles withall Whilst to good men do griefes and trauailes grow By his enuenom'd tongue and bitter gall 8 His ambushes to catch the iust he laies And poorer men with sterner looks affraies 9 As a bloud-thirsty Lion in his den Lies couching close and hides his fearfull head So lurking he assaults the weaker men His panting heart with fainting fury led And with his many knotted nets fast ti'de He drawes them in as captiues to his pride 10 He tames them with his force won with his wiles And as in clouds doth he conceale his spight How many troupes of trauailers with guiles Hath he surpris'd and them depriu'd of light Who passing by when they do think no harm Are caught