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The works of Sir William Mure of Rowallan

Edited with introduction, notes, and glossary by William Tough

Mure, William (1594-1657)

VOL. I

EARLY MISCELLANEOUS POEMS

THE Trve Crvcifixe for True Catholickes

SONNETS

II.

VOL. II

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Some Psalmes translated and presented for a proof to publick view, wherby to discerne of the whole being conformed to this essay.

By A Weilwiller to the work of Reformatioun, who makes humble offer of his weak endeavours.

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Verse numbers of psalms appear as sidenotes.

To all the sinceare seekers of the Lord, and in him spirituall furniture from the liuelie fountaines of his holy word.

Let not seeme strange that (heere) no studied phrase
Charme thy conceat, and itching eare amaize.
Simplicitie of words, stile grave, posd, plaine,
The Spirit (doubtles) did no chuise in vaine.
Pure streams, from purest fountaines, to present,
In David's language, David's minde to vent
My purpose is. Thogh for this task but able,
As we a liveing face sie on a table
In charcoale draughts: or, as a body true,
The eye taks vp, when but its shade wee view,
Yett, for this chairge, (in strength how e're wneavin),
As God hath furnischt, I againe have givin,
Where, so thow lyff and pow'r from him perceaue,
Both for thy good and mine, my end I haue.
For, if I can, whiles I with Dauid sing,
To Dauid's harp, my hart in consort bring,
And profite thee, so God the glorie gett,
To my weak ayme, no end beside is sett.

I.

1

The man is blessed verilie
Who walketh not astray
In counsell of vngodlie men,
Nor stands in sinners' way,

2

Nor sitts in scorners' seat, but setts
On God's law his delight,
And stedfastlie his law doth minde
And muse on, day and night.

3

Hee shall be like vnto the tree
Sett by the river side,
In seasoun due which fruit brings foorth,
Whose leaves ay blooming bide.

4

His workes shall prosper all; not so
Vngodlie men, for they
Shall be like chaffe, which stormie wynds
Sweep suddenlie away.

5

In judgment therfore shall not stand
Men wicked and profane,
Nor sinners, where the righteous flock
Assembled do remaine.

6

For, who so righteous paths persue,
The Lord doth know their way;
But perrish shall the way of sin,
Wherin the wicked stray.

II.

1

Why rage the heathen? Why to thoughts
So vaine, give people place?

2

Earth's kings and rulers ryse, resolv'd
Rebellioun to embrace,
Against the Lord, against his Christ;
Consulting thus they say:

3

Ther bands lett ws asunder break,
Ther cords cast quite away.

4

Butt hee whose seat is heaven sall laugh,
The Lord sall them deride,

5

And in his indignation just,
Against them then proceid.
Yea tell them, while hee troubles sore,
(Incensd) doeth on them bring,

6

I on my Sion's holy hill,
Anointed have my King.

7

I, Thee decree will intimate;
The Lord hath said to me,
My sonne belov'd thow art, to day
I have begottin thee.

8

Ask, and for ane enheritance,
The heathen sall be thyne;
For a possessioun, vnto thee
Earth's ends I will assigne.

9

A rod of iron them to breake,
For scepter shalt thow swey.
Them all to peeces shalt thow dash,
Like potter's brittle clay.

10

Kings therfor now be wise; O learne
Ȝee, who earth's judges sitt;

11

Serve God with fear, amidst your joyes
A reverent aw admitt.

12

O kisse the sonne, lest in his wraith
Yee perrisch from the way.
Iff once his furie flame, who trust
In him how happy they.

III.

2 Sam. 15. 14-16.

Thus Dauid sung, in straits, when hee
From Absolon his sonne, did flie.

1

O Lord how ar my foes encreast?
Against me manie ryse.

2

How manie of my soule doe say,
(Thy pow're who dare despise)

3

No help's for him in God, but thow,
My sheeld in tyme of neid,
My glory art. When languisching,
Thow (Lord) liftst vp my head.

4

I with my voyce did seek the Lord,
Hee from his holy hill

5

Did ansuer mak. I laid me doun;
Sleep all my fears did still.

6

I wak'd againe, for me the Lord
Sustainde. Ten thousand laid
Of people, raging me around,
Mee cannot mak affreyde.

7

Arise, O Lord, me save my God,
For thow hast foild my foes,
And on the cheikbone smiten all,
That wp against me rose.

8

Thow brocken hast the wicked's teeth.
Salvation doeth alone
To thee belong. Thy blessing, Lord,
Thy people is vpon.

IV.

1

God of my righteousnes, to thee
When I my suit doe send,
Doe not withdraw thyne eare from me,
Bot to my cry attend.
When in distresse, perplex'd I pind,
Thow didst enlarge me (Lord);
O lett me now thy favour find,
To my requeist accord.

2

Why stryve yee still (men's sonns) to staine
My glory with disgrace?
How long will yee (in what is vaine
Delighting) lyes embrace?

3

Know for him selff the Lord hath sett
The Godlie man apart.
I certainlie will hearing gett,
When I my sins impart.

4

Submitt and tremble, goe not on
To sin, in anie case;
Talk with your hearts apart, vpon
Yor beds, and be at peace.

5

The sacrifice of righteousnes
Lett your oblation be,
And place your trust wt stedfastnes
On God allennerly.

6

Whence anie good (by many thus
Is murmured) shall wee have?
Lord lift thow vp thy light on ws,
Thy countenance wee crave.

7

My heart more cheirfull hast thow made,
Then when of corne and wyne
A plenteous increase them maks glad;
Thair joy is not lyk mine.

8

In peace I'le both ly doun and sleep,
For thow, thow only (Lord),
For me to duell midst dangers deep,
In saiftie dost afford.

V.

1

Heare, Lord, my words, O let have weght
My worke of discowrse, heart wt thee,

2

My voice's cry, my King and God,
Acceptable let be.

3

For thee implore I will. My voice
Lord thow shalt ayrely hear.
Ile order ayrly my request,
And looking wp appear.

4

For not a God that taks delight
In wickednes thow art,

5

With thee no evill duells; the fooll
Sall from thy face depairt.

6

All workers of iniquitie
Thow hatst; the Lyar (Lord)
Thow wilt cutt off; by thee ar false
And bloodie men abhorrd.

7

Bot as for me, whom thow hast made
Thy mercies manifold
By frequent prooff pertake, the way
Vnto thyne house Ile hold;
The temple of thy holinesse
My worschip shall respect,
Which in thy feare accomplishing
I thither shall direct.

8

Becaus of my observers lead
Me in thy righteousnes,

9

O Lord; to me, thy pathes mak plaine;
For found no faithfullnes
Is in ther mouthes; within them lurks
All wickednes & wrong:
Ther throats ane open sepulcher,
They flatter with ther tong.

10

Destroy thow them, O God; them caus
By ther owne counsells fall,
For ther transgressiouns multiply'd
Them bring to ruine all;
For they against thee stubburnely
Rebellion have embrac'd.

11

But lett all them rejoyce, in thee
Whose confidence is plac'd.

Shout may they still for joy, becaus
Protect'd they are by thee;

12

All them that love thy name, O Lord,
In thee lett joyfull be.
For on the righteous man, O Lord,
Thy blessing doth abide;
Him shall thy favour as a sheild
Secure on every side.

VI.

1

Me to rebuik forbeare, O Lord,
Whill kendled is thine ire,
Nor chasten me whill flameing is
Thy wraith's consumeing fire.

On me compassion take, O Lord,
For voyd of strenth am I.
Heal me, O Lord, for in my bons
Sore troubled do I fry

3

Sore troubles vexe my weghted soule,
Bot thow, how long, O Lord?

4

Turne, Lord; O turne, wnto my soule
At length releiff afford.

5

O save me for thy mercies sake,
For none, in death, ther bee
Thee to remember. In the grave
Who sall give thanks to thee?

6

With groaneing weary groune, all night
To suime I make my bed;
My couch I water wt my tears,
In great abundance shed.

7

By reasoun of excessive greiff
Consumed is my sight;
And waxeth old because of all
Mine enemyes' despight.

8

Ye workers of iniquitie
From me do all depart;

9

For, of my mournefull groanes, the voyce
The Lord hath laid to heart.

10

The Lord my prayer hath receav'd,
Who to my suite gave eare;
Sore vexd and (blushing), all my foes
With sudden shame releaue.

VII.

Concerning Cush the Benjamite,
His words thus David did endyte.

1

Lord, thow my God art, great in might,
I put my trust in thee;
Opprest and persecute by spight,
Save and deliuer me.

2

Save, lest my trembling soule the foe
Doe lyk a lion, teare,
And rent without releeff, whill no
Deliu'rer doth appear.

3

If guiltie, Lord my God, I be
Of this; if in my hands
Be wickednesse; of amitie
Iff I have brock the bands,

4

Rewarding evill to my freends;
Yee, have not him rescued,
Who (causlesse) did my hurt intend,
My soule let be persewed.

5

Of it my partie lett mak prey,
Yea, lett him (as wer just)
My lyff on earth tread doun, and lay
My honour in the dust.

6

Rise, Lord, enraig'd; thy throne O take,
My foes ar furious growne.
To thy appointed judgment wake,
For me thy might mak known.

7

So throngs of people sall enclose
And glaidlie compasse thee.
Vp therfor, Lord, becaus of those,
Returne thow vpon high.

The Lord the people, more and lesse,
Sall judge; Lord, judge thow me
According to my righteousnes
And my integrity.

9

The malice of the wicked bound,
O bring it to ane end!
But stable lett the just be found
By search; thow dost discend

10

Into the heart and reins, just Lord;
God is a scheeld to me;
To all hee saiftie doth afford,
In hart who vpright be.

11

God judgeth just men; bot abhor'd
Of God, is every day

12

The wicked. Hee will whet his sword
Vnlesse hee change his way.
His bow is bent and readie made,

13

For him death's weapons gott;
Prepar'd his arrowes, to invade
The persecuters hott.

14

Behold hee travelleth with payne,
To hatch iniquity,
And (great with mischeeff), vexd in vayn,
Brings forth at last a lie.

15

A pitt he (purposelie) prepar'd,
And digt it deep, bot fall
Deserv'dlie, in the ditch ensnaired,
For others made, hee shall.

16

His wicked plotts all, which by slight
Of violence he wroght,
At last sall on his own head light,
And back on him be broght.

As righteous, I the Lord did try
His praise I will proclaime;
Sing praise will I vnto the high
Jehovah's holie name.

VIII.

1

Lord, our Lord, in all earth thy name
How excellent wee prove!
Thy glory heaven's most glorious frame
Who hast advanc'd above.

2

From babs' and sucklings' mouths thy might
Who foundst, thy foes to foyle,
To still the enemie; his spight,
In whom revenge doth boyle.

3

When as thy heavins (in beautie bright)
Before my eyes ar broght,
The moone, the twinckling starrs of night,
Works, by thy finger wroght;

4

O what is man, that him so much
Thow mindst, a thing so vaine?
Or what the sonne of man, that such
To visite thow shouldst daigne?

5

For lytle wnder Angells' state
Thow stablishd hast his seed;
With honour and with glorie great,
Thow hast adorn'd his head.

6

Him thow preferrd, as Lord found meet,
O're all thy works to raigne;
All, dooing homage at his feett,
Proclame him soveraigne.

7

Him flocks and heards, both wyld and tame,
Beasts of the feeld, obey;
Nor foule nor fish his chairge disclame,
Through clouds or seas wch stray.
Whatever sorts these paths frequent
Subdud thow hast the same.
Lord, our Lord, O how excellent
In all earth is thy name.

IX.

[OMITTED]

17

No mercie shal the Godles get,
But (heidlongs) hurld in hell,
With natiouns all, that God forgett,
In vttir darknes duell.

18

For, not for evir shall the poore
O'repast, affliction sie,
Nor shall their hopes, who wrongs endure,
Still disapointed be.

19

Arise, O Lord, thin arme forth streach!
Shall worms of earth prevaill?
To tremble at thy judgments teach
Thy foes, perplex'd and pale.

20

Schaik thow ther hearts: thy terrors show,
That mortales most who dare,
The heathen nations all, may know
That but frail flesh they are.

X.

1

Whence is it (Lord) that thow afar,
At distance standst of place;
On ws when times of trouble are,
Whence dost thow hide thy face?

2

The wicked in their pride persue
The poore. Be they surprisd,
O let them not the slights eschue
The snairs themselves devis'd.

3

For of his soul's desire the bad
Doth boast; by him is blest
Thee greedie wretch whom gain maks glade,
Whom God doth much detest.

4

The wicked through the passing pride
That his big looks bewray,
To seek, or think of God, asyd
He holdeth from his way.

5

Most greevous alwayes ar his wayes;
Thy judgments from his sight
Are farr remov'd; no foe him frayes;
Hee mocks bot at ther might.

6

Hee firmelie in his hart doth hold
His state no tyme can tosse;
Nor shall adversitie make bold,
Hee dreams, his wayes to crosse.

7

His execrable mouth dar vent
Fraud, cursing and deceat;
His tongue with wickednes acquent,
Of mischeef is the seat.

8

For vilages, darne parts hee lyes,
And secreit slaughtir maks
Of Innocents. Wt half closd eyes,
At poore-ones ayme hee taks.

9

Much like a lyon in his denne
Hee lurks, and lyes at wait;
Hee lyes at wait to catch poor men;
The poore, by his deceat

10

Are catch'd, when draun into his nett.
He croutcheth, stouping low,
That weak ones by his strenth may gett
The greater ovirthrow.

11

To him his lying heart suggests
That God hath this forgott,
And hids his face. Secure he rests
On this,—God sies him not.

12

Arise, O Lord, God, great in might,
Raise thy revenging hand.
Let not the poore afflicted wight,
Neglected longer stand.

13

Why should the wicked in contempt
Of God, this freedome take?
In hart (whatevir hee attempt)
Hee dreams no coumpt to mak.

14

Thow siest, yea, vexing wrongs thow vieust;
Thy hand shall spite repay,
The poore, the pupil, rescust,
Persew'd to bee made prey.

15

O breck the arme, the pow'r represse
Of wicked men and ill,
Till none thow fynd; their wickednes,
Their sins be searching still.

16

The Lord doth raigne, king over all,
To all eternity.
Of heathens (by their vttir fall),
His land hee hath sett frie.

17

Lord, thow the poore hast dain'd to heare,
And granted what they crave.
Thow stablish wilt their hearts; thin care
Attentive they shall have.

18

For the opprest, who thee implore,
For pupils thow wilt plead,
As judge; that man of earth no more
May to oppresse proceid.

XI.

1

My trust is in the Lord; vnto
My soule how say yee then
Flee to your mountaine, as a bird,
For (loe) vngodlie men

2

Doe bend their bowes; vpon the string
Their shafts they readie mak,
At such as vpright are in heart
Ayme, vnawars, to take.

3

What can the righteous do, destroy'd
Iff the foundations bee?

4

In temple of his holines,
Jehouah, the most high,
Jehouah hath his throne in heaven,
What passeth hee espyes;
His eyelids try the sonns of man;

5

The just Jehouah tryes.

But men perverse, and cruellie
Inclind, his soule disdaines.

6

Vpon them snares, fire, brimstone, storms
Most terrible hee raines,

Their cup's due portion. For the Lord
Most righteous, doth delight
In righteousnes; who righteous are
Find favour in his sight

XII.

1

The Godlie ceaseth; succour Lord:
The faithfull ar growne few

2

Amongst the sonnes of men, in speech
They vanitie persew.
Each with his neighbour, with the lip
Of flattrie speek they faire,
But wt a heart and heart within
Their brests by words ensnair.

3

The Lord all lips that licence take,
By flattrie to abuse,
All loftie tongs, expressions proude
Which arrogantlie vse,

4

Sall quite cutt off; which say, our tongues
To ws our ends sall gain:
Our lips ar ours: Who sall, as Lord,
Their libertie restraine?

5

The poore, opprest and robt, to right,
Bot now will I arise,
The neidie who doe sigh, to save,
From such as them despise,

6

The Lord hath said: The Lord whose words
Are, as the silver, pure,
In earthen fornace sevin tymes find,
Which tryall doeth endure.

7

To them for ever, Thow, O Lord,
Wilt a protector prove,
And from this generation bade,
Preserve them from above.

8

No way wnwalk't the wicked leave,
To each hand turne they then,
When as the vilest ar advanced
Amongst the son̄s of men.

XIII.

1

How long wilt thow forgett me Lord?
For evir shall it bee?
How long wilt thow withdraw thy face,
And hyd thy selff from me?

2

How long take counsell in my soule
Shall I, whill daylie grow
My greevs of hart? How long insult
Sall ovir me my foe?

3

My sute let weght and hearing haue,
O Lord my God, with thee;
Lest death's cold sleep seal vp my sight,
Mine eyes with light supplie;

4

Lest over him prevaild I have,
By my proud foe be sayd,
And the opposers of my peace,
When I am mov'd be glade.

5

My trust is in thy mercie; still
Shall thy salvation be
My joy of heart. To God I'le sing,
Who hath delt weell with me.

XIV.

1

The fooll hath (closlie) in his heart,
For a conclusioun laid,
And (secreettlie within himselff)
No God their is, hath sayd.
Corrupted all: in all ther wayes
They work (with maine and might)
Abhominable works; not one
Doth what is good or right.

2

The Lord from heaven, vpon the son̄s
Of men did sett his eye,
Iff any vndirstanding wer,
And seeking God to sie.

3

All from the way aside ar gone;
Togither great and small,
Polluted are: none, no not one,
Doth any good at all.

4

Doe all lack knowledge, wickednes
Who work? devour'd by them
As bread my people are: on God
To call they doe contemne.

5

Thair wer they suddenlie surpris'd
With feare, which on them fell,
For in the generatioun
Of just men God doth duell.

6

Becaus on God the poore depends,
His counsell ȝee disdaine.

7

O that from Sion Israell
Salvation might attaine.
What tyme Jehovah back sall bring,
From bands and bondage sade,
His people, Jacob sall rejoyce,
And Israell be glade.

XV.

1

Who in thy Tabernacle stay,
Lord, who shall dwell with thee

2

Vpon thy holie mount? the man
That walketh vprightlie,
Who just is in his works, and wayes,
Whose mouth and minde aggree

3

In speiking truth. Whose harmles tongue
Is from backbiteing free.

Hee who his freind to hurt forbears,
And carefullie taks heid
His neighbour nor defam'd to hear,
Nor his reproach to spread.

4

Vile persons, in whose purer eyes
Contemptible appear;
But faithfull men, that fear the Lord,
Ar honord and held dear.

Hee to his hurt, thogh haveing sworne,
Whose faith no change doth stayne.

5

By biteing vsūrie who makes
Not, by his money, gayne.
Hee gainst the innocent for bribes
Who hath not partiall prov'd.
The man who these things shall attayne
Shall in no time be mov'd.

XVI.

1

Preserve me, for on thee, O God,
My confidence is stayd.

2

Wnto the Lord, my Lord thow art,
Thow, O my soule, hast sayd.

Not vnto thee, vnto the saincts
On earth, the excellent
(All my delyte who are) alone
My goodnes hath extent.

4

Who gifts to Gods besyde thee, give,
Their greevs shall greatlie grow;
Not their drink offerings, horrible
With blood, will I bestow.
Ther names not in my lips will I

5

Tak vp. The Lord (no lesse)
Of my inheritance and cup
For portioun I possesse.

6

Mainteener of my lote thow art;
By line is fallen to me
A pleasant partage: yea a fair
Inheritance, of thee

7

Doe I enjoy. I'le blesse the Lord
Whose counsell gives me light.
Me also doe my reins instruct,
In silence of the night.

8

Before me alwayes have I sett
The Lord; (sure) I sall stand,
And not be mov'd, since him (for help)
I have at my right hand.

9

Joy haue I therfor in my heart;
With glaidnesse is possest
My glorie; in assured hope,
My flesh sall also rest.

10

For (sure) my soule sall not in grave
Deserted be by thee,
Nor wilt thow lett thy holie one
(In death) corruption sie.

Lyff's path thow wilt me point; joyes full
Enjoying sall I stand
Before thee; pleasures evirmoir,
O Lord, at thy right hand.

XVII.

1

Give eare, O Lord; regaird the right;
Vnto my cry attend;
Give eare, for vnto thee my suit
From lips vnfaind I send.

2

Wouchaise furth from before thy face,
My sentence may proceid;
O lett thyne eyes behold and grant
What equitie doeth plead.

3

My hart thow prov'd, me visited
By night, didst tryall send,
Bot nothing shallt thow fynd; I mynde
My mouth sall not offend.

4

Concerning lawles practises
Of men, thy lips' pure word
Preservs, by thee, destroyar's path
That I do not debord.

5

Stay in thy pathes my steps, that fast

6

My feet may stand. 6. To thee
I call, for thow wilt hear, O God;
Encline thine eare to me;

7

Heare my complaint. 7. Thow, (whose right hand
To save ym is not slow
That in thee trust, from cruell foes),
Thy wondrous mercy show.

8

Me as the apple of thyn eye,
Secure on evrie syd.

9

Beneath the shaddow of thy wings
Me from th' vngodlie hyd,
My proud oppressours, mortall foes,
Who are around me layd;

10

Encloisde wt their oune fatt, whose mouths
Most boldlie me vpbraid.

11

Our footsteps now they compast haue,
And sett on ws ther eyes,

12

Close crouching to the ground, 12. as when
At wait a lyon lyes,
When eagerlie vpon his prey
To rush is his intent;
Or, in darne parts, as lyons' whelps
Lurk, when to ravin bent.

13

Vp, Lord, prevent him; cast him doun.
From wicked men, thy sword,

14

My soule deliuer thow. 14. from men,
Which are thy hand, O Lord;
From men, such of this world as are,
Who in this lyff receaue
Ther portion; and ther bellies fild
With thy hidd treasures haue.

In children who abounding be,
And carefullie provyde
That what they leaue ther babs may brook,
Quhich after them abide.

15

Bot as for me, in righteousnes,
Lord, I thy face shall sie,
When as awak'd, the liknesse shall
Me fully satisfie.

XVIII. Inscript.

From all his foes, and from the sword
Of Saul: the servant of the Lord,
David delyvered, sung (most glade)
This song of praise to God, and sayd.

[The First Part]

1

Thee, Lord, entearlie will I love,
My strength who art and stay.

2

My fort, my rock, and my releeff
The Lord is evrie way.
My God and my strong hold, on whom
Is fix'd my confidence,
My sheeld and my salvation's horne,
My castle of defence.

3

My voyce I'le lift vnto the Lord,
To whom all praise is due;
So from mine adversaries all
His hand shall me rescue.

4

Death's pangs mee compast, mee the floods
Of Belial affray'd;

5

Hell's sorows me besett, death's snares
Me to prevent wer lay'd.

6

In straits I sought the Lord, with cryes
I to my God drew near;
Hee from his temple heard my voyce,
My cryes came to his eare.

7

Straight troubled earth a trembling fell,
Fear did its pillars shaike;
The mountains low foundations mov'd,
Did at His presence quaike.

8

For wroth Hee was. His nostrils smoak
Sent forth, devoureing fire
Flam'd from His mouth, that coalls therat
Wer kindled, through His ire.

From high discending, for mine aide,
Heavens vnto Him made way.
By Him bow'd doun, beneath his feet
Thick clouds did dimme the day.

The Secound Part.

10

Upon a glorious cherub sett
Hee rode, and nimblie flew:
Winds did their wings display, on which
Hee wondrous swiftnes shew.

11

Hee darknes made his secret place,
And did around him stent,
For a pavilion, waters black,
Clouds of the firmament.

12

At brightnes of the blazeing beams
That issued from his sight,
His thick clouds vanish'd, sudden hayle
And coals of fire did fright.

13

The Lord did thunder in the heavens,
The Highest gave his voyce;
Hayle was hurld doun, and flames of fire
Brack forth with fearefull noise.

14

His arows shoureing doun, their bands
Hee brack, and chargeing new,
With shot of lightening from the skyes,
Them vtterlie o're-threw.

15

Floods channells seen, discov'red wer,
O Lord, at thy rebuike,
The world's low grounds, which at the blasts
Breath'd from thy nostrils, shooke.

The Thrid Part.

16

From high hee sent, and took my hand,
And from great deeps me drew.

17

From my strong foe, from haters' spight
His strength did me rescue,
When too, too strong for me they wer,
And in the cloudie day
Of my distresse did me prevent;
Me then the Lord did stay.

19

Hee to a large place forth me brought,
Hee my delyverer prov'd,
Becaus in me Hee took delight
And much his servant lov'd.

20

According to my righteousnes
The Lord rewarded me,
As pure and cleane my hands hee found,
So recompensed hee.

21

His wayes I kept, and wickedlie
My God I did not leave.

22

His judgments sett in sight, I still
Did to his statuts cleave.

23

Before him straight, me from my sin

24

I kept. So rendred hee,
In me as straightnes, in my hands
As hee did cleannesse see.

25

Thow mercifull thy self wilt shew,
With such as mercie love;
Most vpright shall the vpright man,

26

The pure Thee pure shall prove.
But who so froward are, thy frounes

27

Shall find; for, never slow
To save the sad afflicted soule,
Proud looks thow shalt bring low.

The Fourth Part.

28

My Lamp thow lights; the Lord my God
My darknes will mak day.

29

By thee I troups break forth; my God
Maks walls to me plaine way.

30

God's path is perfyte, try'd thy word,
O Lord, is wondrous pure;
To all that put their trust in him
A sheild hee is most sure.

31

For who, beside the Lord, is God?
Who save our God, a rock?

32

God, who with strength me girds about
(So to sustaine a chock);

33

My way who perfyte makes; my feet
Who with the hynds doth match;
Who on my places high me setts
And ever me doth watch.

34

Mine hands hee fitts for armes, mine armes
Maks break a bow of brasse.

35

Lord, by thy saftie's shield secur'd,
Through foes I feareles passe.
Thy right hand me vpholds, encreast
Hath me thy clemencie.

36

Thow hast enlarg'd my steps, and firme
My feet makes vnder me.

37

My foes I charg'd and took; nor turnd
I, till they perished all.

38

I wounded them, they could not rise,
Made at my feet to fall.

39

For war with valour me thow girdst,
Low my oppressors layes.

40

The necks thow givst me of my foes,
The sword my haters slayes.

41

They cry'd but all in vaine, for none,
In straits, was them to save;
Even to the Lord aloud they cry'd,
The Lord no ansuer gave.

42

Then did I bruise them small as dust,
By wynds disperst abroad,
And caist them out like myre in streets
Which vnder foot is trod.

The Fifth Part.

43

From vproars of the multitude
By the preserv'd; made head
Of heathen nations, not known,
To serve me I shall lead.

44

They at my fame shall stoup: to me
Do homage strangers shall.

45

They, frayd, shall fad away and leave
Their lurking places all.

46

The Lord doth live, blest be my Rock,
(My strength and solid stay);
The God of my salvation,
Exalted be for ay.

47

God who for me doth execute
Revenge, and doth subdue

48

My people vnder me; whose hand
Me saves, when foes persue.

Me over those that gainst me rise,
Thow raisest. Thow alone
Most gratiouslie delyvered hast
Mee from the cruell one.

49

Lord, therfore solemne thanks will I
Amongst the heathen give
To Thee; even to thyne holie name,
Sing prayses whill I live.

50

Delyverance great he gives his King;
To his anointed sure,
To David and his seed, for ay
His mercie shall endure.

XIX. [The First Part]

1

God's glorie heavens declair, the skyes
His handie work delate.

2

Day speeks to day, and night to night
Doth knowledge intimate.

3

Heard everie where their language is,
Where speech or tongue is known.

4

Throughout the earth their line, their words
Through all the world ar gone.

5

Thair for the sun a tent hee sett,
Which to his task steps out
From his bed chamber, bridgroome-like,
And as a Campion stout,
Joyes, readie to renew his race,

6

The outmost ends of heaven
Whose course begin and compasse close,
Whence heat to all is givin.

The Second Part.

7

God's law is perfite, leading home
The soule self-lost which lyes.
His Testimoney's firme and sure,
The simple making wise.

8

The statuts of the Lord rejoyce
The heart, for they are right.
His precepts pure the darkest eyes
Illuminat with light.

9

The fear of God is vndefil'd,
And doth endure for ay.
The judgments of the Lord are true,
And righteous everie way.

10

Much more to be desyrd then gold,
Then much fine gold they are.
The honey and the honey-combe
They passe in sweetnes far.

11

By them thy servant (watchfull made),
Is warn'd of dangers deep.
Exceeding great is their reward
Them carefullie who keep.

12

His errours who can vnderstand?
From close sins cleanse thow me;

13

O keep thy servant back from such
As of presumption be.

Their strong dominion over me
Destroy; their strength abate;
So shall I cleane and innocent
Be, from transgression great.

14

O let my words, my hart's hid thoughts,
Acceptable appear
Before thy face. O Lord, my Rock,
And my Redeemer deare.

XX.

1

In straits the Lord thee heare; the name
Of Jacob's God most high

2

Defend thee; furnisch thee with aide,
Sent from the sanctuarie;

From Sion may hee the sustain,

3

And all thy offrings minde;
With him may thy brunt sacrifice,
(Consum'd), acceptance fynde.

4

Thy hart's desirs all may hee grant;
Thy counsells all fullfill,

5

In thy salvation rejoyce,
Our banners spread wee will
In name of God, our God. The Lord
Fulfill all thow canst crave.

6

The high Jehovah, wel I know,
Doth his anointed save.

He from his heaven of holinesse
To him give hearing will,
By strength of the salvation
Found in his right hand still.

7

In chariots some, some putt their trust
In horses; but wee flie
Vnto the Lord: Our God's great name
Alone remember wee.

8

They, foyld, ar fallen, risen wee

9

Do stand. To save draw neare,
O Lord; when as wee call, the King
Let to our sutes give eare.

XXI.

1

Lord, in thy strength the King sall joy;
How sall his gladnes grow

2

In thy salvation? To his minde
Thow makst his maters goe.

His lips' requeist withholdst thow not.

3

With blessings manifold
Of goodnes him provydst. Thow crounst
His heid with purest gold.

4

Lyff askt hee, lyffe to him thow gavst,

For ever length of dayes.

5

In thy salvation glorie great
He hath. Him thow arayes
With honour and high majestie.

6

For euer more most blest
Thou hast him made; thy face his joy
Hath to the full encreast.

7

For in the Lord the king doth trust,
And sall im̄oveably,
Establisht through the mercies, stand,
Of him who is most high.

8

Thyne hand thy foes sall all fynd out,
Thy right hand, who the hate.

9

A flameing fornace shalt thow mak
Them, in thy furie great.

Consume them shall the Lord in wrath,
Devoure them shall the fire.

10

Their fruit from earth, their seed thow shalt
From mankind make expire.

11

For they against thee evill have
Intended; did devise
Mischeevous plotts, which in ther pow're
Not to accomplish lyes.

12

Them shalt thow therfor make thy mark,
Thine arrowes on the strings
When as thow fitts, and suddenly
Them 'gainst their faces bringes.

In thine oune strength, O mayst thow still
Exalted be, O Lord.
So sall wee sing, and to thy pow're
Shall to give prayse accord.

XXII. Inscript.

The morneing's Hinde, by David view'd,
By murdring dogs to death persu'd.

1

My God, my God, why dost thow me
Desert? From my releeff
So far why standst thow, from the words
Which I roare forth for greefe?

2

My God, by day I cry vnheard,
Night doth no peace impart;

3

But in Israel's prayse[s] thow
Who dwelst, most holie art.

4

On thee our fathers fix'd their trust;
Them (trusting) thow didst save.

5

To thee they cry'd; Thow (Lord) with speed
To them deliverie gave.

6

They trusting wer absolv'd from shame;
But I, no man at all,
Am even a worme, the shame of men,
Depis'd of great and small.

7

None see me but of me do make
Of scorne a publick prey.
Their lips all open me to mock;
They shake the head and say:

8

For safe deliverie on the Lord
Himselff hee did roll over;
Now if in him hee tak delight,
Him let his hand recover.

9

But thow art hee who from the wombe,
Me (weakling) forth didst take;
When hanging on my mother's breasts,
To hope thow didst me make.

10

Cast on thee from the wombe I was,
O God, my God thow art;
Since, from my mother's bellie, breath
To me thow didst impart.

11

Draw neare, for troubles are at hand,
And none to help is found.

12

Me many bulls besett, strong bulls
Of Bashan close me round.

13

To ravening, roareing lions like
To gape on me they dare.

14

Like waters I am powred forth.
My bones disjointed are.

My fainting hart, like yeelding waxe,
Is melted in my breast.

15

My moisture as a sopelesse sheard,
Is quite consum'd and ceast.
Fast to my jawes my tonge, as ty'd,
Of speech no freedome hath;
Thy chastening hand hath brought me doun
Vnto the place os death.

16

For dogs me compast have; even troups
Of wicked men did meet,
Who me environing around,
Did peirce my hands and feet.

17

My bones I all may tell at ease.
They gaze on me, they stare;

18

They loats vpon my coat did cast,
My vesture 'mongst them share.

19

But be not absent, O my strength,

20

To help me; from the sword
My soule, my dareling from the dog,
To save mak hast, O Lord.

21

O hasten, from the gapeing jawes
Of lions me to save;
For, from the hornes of vnicornes,
Thine eare (Lord) found I have.

22

Vnto my brethren I thy name
Will publicklie declare,
And to the church, amidst thy saints,
To prayse thee will repair.

23

Who fear the Lord him prayse: all yee,
From Jacob's stock that spread,
Him glorifie and praise; him fear,
All yee Israel's seed.

24

For the afflicted wight broght low,
Hee never doth despise;
Nor him abhorreing, hids his face,
But heareth when hee cryes.

25

Amidst the congregation great,
My prayse shall be of thee;
Before their face that fear the Lord,
Perform'd my vowes shall bee.

26

The meek shall eat and be sufficd.
Due prayses shall they give,
Who do sinceerlie seek the Lord;
Your hearts for aye shall live.

27

Earth's borders all remember shall,
And turne vnto the Lord.
The kindreds of the nations all
Shall worship due afford.

28

The Lord's the Kingdome is: Hee rule
Doth 'mongst the nations beare.

29

The fatt ones of the earth shall eat,
And worshippeing draw neare.
Yea, all that to the dust go doun,
Shall prostrate in his sight
Be seen; and none shall keep alive
His soule, by proper might.

30

A seed, a remnant small shall serve,
And gladlie him obey,
A generation to the Lord
It shall be held for ay.

31

They shall draw neare, and to a race
To lyff as yet vnbrought,
His Righteousnes declare, that this
The Lord himself hath wrought.

XXIII.

1

The Lord my sheepheard is, of want
I never shall complain;

2

For me to rest on, hee doth grant
Greene pastures of the plaine.

3

Hee leads me stillest streams beside,
And doth my soule reclame.
In righteous paths hee doth me guide,
For glorie of his name.

4

The valley darke of death's aboade
To passe, I'le feare no ill;
For Thow art with me, Lord, thy rod
And staffe me comfort still.

For me a table Thow dost spread
In presence of my foes.
With oyle thow dost anoint mine head;
By the my cup or'flowes.

6

Mercie and goodnes all my dayes
With me shall surelie stay,
And in thy house, thy name to praise,
Lord I will dwell for ay.

XXIV.

1

Earth and its fullnes are the Lord's,
The world and there who stay;

2

For He on seas it founded firme,
On floods its grounds did lay.

3

His hill ascend, his holie place
For stay who shall attaine?

4

The man whose hands are vndefild,
Whose heart doth pure remaine.

He who his soule hath not lift vp
To vanitie, nor swears

5

Deceatfullie: He from the Lord,
Away the blessing bears;
Evin righteousnes from God, who doth

6

Him save. This is the race
Of them that seek him; them that seek
(O Jacob's God) thy face.

7

Lift, O yee gats, lift vp ȝour heads;
Yee doires that last alway,
Be ye lift vp, that enter in
The King of Glorie may.

Who is this glorious King? The Lord,
The strong and mightie one:
The Lord, most mightie, gainst his foes
When forth to battle gone.

9

Lift, O yee gats, lift vp your heads;
Yee doors that last alway,
Be yee lift vp, that enter in
The King of Glorie may.

10

This mightie King that comes, this King
Of Glorie, who is hee?
Jehouah King of Glorie is,
The Lord of Hosts most high.

XXV.

1

To thee my soule, O Lord,

I lift. My God, in thee
I trust; me save from schame, my foes
Let not triumph or' me.

3

Yea, none let be asham'd
That wait on thee: Be they
Asham'd who fruitlesslie offend,
And falslie fall away.

4

Schew me thy wayes, O Lord,
Thy paths to me mak playne;

5

Let in thy treuth, and to be taught
Of thee, lett me obtaine.
For thow alone the God
Of my Salvation art;
On thee (wnwearied), all the day,
I wait with patient hart.

6

Thy tender bowells, Lord,
Thy mercyes manifold,
Call to remembrance, for they have
For ever been of old.

7

Passe by my sins of youth,
Voide my transgressions make;
After thy mercie minde thow me,
(Lord), for thy goodnes' sake.

8

The Lord, most kinde and just,
Will sinners teach which stray.

9

The meek in judgement hee will guyd,
Evin teach the meek his way.

10

His paths all mercie are,
And treuth, to all yat keeps
His covenant, and hide in heart
His testimonies deep.

11

The, for thine oune names sake,
O Lord, I do entreate,
O pardoun my iniquitie,
For it is hudgly great.

12

What man is hee that fears
The Lord? Him in the way
That hee sall chuise the Lord sall teach;

13

At ease his soule sall stay.

His seed inherite shall

14

The earth. To them that fear
The Lord, disclosd his counsell is;
His covenant made clear.

15

At all times will I keep
Wpon the Lord a constant eye;
For from the nett, by him my feet
Sett free, escape shall I.

16

Turne, (Lord), thy face and me
Thy mercie's object mak,
For desolate and sore distresst,
Me to thy grace I tak.

17

The troubles of my hart,
Still greater on me grow;
To me, when in my straits I sticke,
A gracious outgate thow.

18

Lett my affliction, (Lord),
My payne compassion move;
Beheld by thee, do all my sins
Farre from thy sight remove.

19

Look on my foes, for they
Are manie, full of spight

20

Their hatred is. Preserve my soule,
O save me by thy might.

Lett me not be ashamd,
Becaus my trust's in thee.

21

Integrity and vprightnesse
Let my preservers be.
For on thee do I wayt.

22

Good in thy sight let seeme,
Out of his troubles all, (O Lord),
Thy Israel to redeeme.

XXVI.

1

Judge me, O Lord, for that the way
In wch I walk is just.
I shall not slide, for on the Lord
Establisht is my trust.

Me prove, examine me; my reins,
My heart explore and try.

3

For to thy loveing kindnes, Lord,
I alwayes have ane eye.

4

Thy truth my way I make. I shune
To sitt with persouns vain;
With close dissemblers to goe in
My feett I do refraine.

5

I hate the company of those
Whose practices are ill,
Not sitt in the societie
Of wicked men I will.

6

With hands in innocency cleansd,
I compasse will, O Lord,

7

Thine altar, and with gratefull voice
Will publick praise afford;

8

Evin all thy wondrous works declare.
The place of thy aboad
O how I love! the place wherin
Thy Glorie dwells, O God.

9

My soule with sinners gather not,
Nor me from life remove

10

With bloodie men, whose guiltie hands
Mischeevous plotts promove.
Their right hands with corrupting brybs

11

Ar fild, but as for me,
O Lord, I constantlie will walk
In my integritie.

Redeeme me, to thy grace I fly;

12

By thee my foot stands evin,
Midst the assembly. To the Lord,
By me shall prayse be given.

XXVII.

1

The Lord my light, my saftie is,
Of whom shall I be frayed?
The Lord the strength is of my life,
Who me shall make dismayed?

2

When to devoure my flesch my foes,
(Fierce adversaries all),
The wicked came vpon me, streight
They stumbled and did fall.

3

Though pitch against me should ane hoast,
From fear my heart's secured.
Though war should rise, and gainst me rage,
In war am I assuird.

4

I one thing of the Lord have sought,
That will I seek for still,
That in the house of God my lif's
Wholl course I may fullfill.

That with the beuty of the Lord
There I may fill mine ey;
And in his sanctuary still
Be makeing inquiry.

5

For his pavilion shall hee draw
About me in the day
Of trouble; covered with his tent,
In secret I sall stay.

Thow shall me hyde, and on a rock

6

Me raise. My foes above
Mine head shall be lift'd vp, even those
Which do around me move.
Thence to his tabernacle shall
I joyfull offrings bring.
Yea, I will sing, evin to the Lord
Due prayses will I sing.

7

Heare, when my voyce I lift and cry;
Haue mercy, Lord, on me;
A gratious ansuer lett me haue.

8

Thow saidst, my face seek yee;
Seek, Lord, thy face will I, my heart
To the again did say.

9

Hid not from me thy face, nor wroth,
Thy servant turne away.

Thow hithirto hast been myne help,
From me now do not part;
O leave me not, thow who the God
Of my salvation art.

10

Although my father, yea, thogh me
My mother did foirsake,
Yett surely shall the Lord evin then
Me gather and wptake.

11

Teach me thy way and in a path
Of plainnesse, Lord, me lead,
Becaus of those that ly at wait,
To mark how I proceed.

12

Me to discretion of my foes,
O give not, for ther bee
Who gainst me rise, that wittnes lyes,
And breath out crueltie.

13

God's goodnes in the land of life,
Vnlesse I look't to sie,
Full long ere now I fainted had.

14

Wayt, wayt yee patientlie
Wpon the Lord; encourag'd bee,
Hee strenghten shall thine heart.
To wayt with patience on the Lord,
Lett alwayes be thy part.

XXVIII.

1

To thee, Lord, will I cry, my strength.
To me be thou not still;
Lest, if thow silence keep, I bee
Like those the grave who fill.

2

My supplications' voice, O heare,
With cryes when I draw nigh,
And at thy holie oracle,
My hands lift vp on high.

Ezek. 32. 20. Job 21. 33.

Me from the Godles, wickednes
Who work, in death devide,
Whose harts, (whill to yr neighbours peace
They speek), doe mischeif hide.

4

O give them what is to ther deeds,
Their bade endeavours due;
As with polluted hands they did
Leud practises persew.

Giue them, O giue them their desart.
The works of God they slight,
And how his hands of kings dispose,
Considdir not aright.

5

Them shall he therfore overturne,
And not the breach repaire.

6

Blest be the Lord, for hee the voice
Of my requests doth heare.

8

His prayse my song shal be. 8. A strength
In straits wnto all his,
The Lord to his anoynted one,
A strength for saiftie is.

9

Thy people and inheritance,
Let sav'd and blessed be;
Be they sustained and lifted vp,
For ever, Lord, by thee.

XXIX.

1

Give to the Lord, yee mighty, strength;
Give glory to the Lord.

2

Wnto the Lord the glory due
Wnto his name afford.
In bewtie of pure holynes,
To worship him appeare.

3

The high Jehovah's dreadfull voice,
Wpon the waters heare;

The God of Glorie thundring is,
Vpon the wattirs great;

4

The Lord's, the Almighty's [awfull] voice
In majesty and state.

5

In pow'r his voice is heard, to ground
His voyce tall cedars strecks;
The cedars tall of Lebanon
The Lord in peeces brecks.

6

He maks them like a calfe to skip;
Mount Lebanon layd deep,
On solide grounds, and Sirion, like
Light vnicornes to leap.

7

The Lord's voice flames of fyre devids.

8

His voice the desart shaikes;
Yea, at the dreadfull voyce of God,
Waist Kadesh desart quaikes.

9

Hynds at the voice of God doe calve,
Discov'red forrests are;
And in his glorious palice hard
Is glorie evrie where.

10

God at the flood did sitt, yea sitt
For evir king hee shall.

11

The Lord will giue his people strengh;
Wt peace, evin blesse you all.

100

XXX.

Thus prayse did Dauid celebrate,
His House when he did dedicate.

1

I will extoll thee, for thow hast
Me lifted vp, O Lord,
And over me not ground of joy,
Didst to my foes afford.

2

To thee I cry'd, O Lord my God,
And health of thee I haue.

3

Thow, Lord, my soule rescued, and back
Hast brought me from the grave.

From goeing doun into the pitt,
Me hast thow kept aliue.

4

With songs of joy, vnto the Lord,
Due praise doe yee ascriue,
His holines rememb'ring, giue
Him thanks, yee Saincts of his.

5

For, but a moment lasts his wrath,
Life in his favor is;

At night continow mourning may,
But mirth the morning brings.

6

I never shall be mov'd I sayd,
Pufft vp with outward things.

7

But, Lord, thy love and favor free
Thow hast me taught at length;
My mountaine onlie mak to stand,
Establisht by thy strength.

Thow hiddst thy face, my troubles grew:

8

My cryes then I renew'd;
To thee, O Lord, evin my request
Wnto the Lord persued.

101

Wnto the pitt gone doun, my blood
When taken what avail'd?
Shall ashes prayse thee? or declair
Thy truth which never faild?

10

To me, O Lord, a hearing grant,
Me in thy mercy take;
That me thow mayst with ayde supply,
Lord, my addresse I make.

11

My mourning into dauncing turn'd;
The livery of annoy,
My sack cloath, Lord, thow hast putt off,
And girded me with joy.

12

This didst thow that my glorie may
Sing praise, not silent be.
O Lord my God, to thee giue thanks
Will I vncessantlie.

XXXI. [The first part.]

1

In thee Lord do I trust; asham'd,
O never let me be.
Me, in thy righteousnes rescue,

2

Bow doun thine eare to me.
With speed rescue me; be a rock
Of strength for me, I crave.
Be thow ane house of strong defence,
Me to secure and save.

3

My rock, my hold thow art, me lead,
Me for thy name's sake guide.

4

O pull thow me out of the nett,
Which for me they did hide.

102

5

For thow my strength art; in thy hands
My spirit I com̄end.
Thow didst redeeme me, Lord, O God,
Whom truth doth ay attend.

6

Such have I hated as vaine lyes
Regaird: In God I trust.

7

Thy mercie joy and gladnes gives.
My greevs, O thow, most just,
Considred hast; yea knoune my soule
When in adversitie;

8

And not in foes' hand shut me vp,
But hast my feet sett free.

The second part.

9

Vpon me troubles sore tak hold,
Have mercie, Lord, on me;
With sorrow quite consum'd, my sight,
My soule, my bowels be.

10

My life is spent with greife, my years
With sighing; fail'd in me
Is strength; my bones ar eaten vp,
Through my iniquitie.

11

A mocking stock made, a reproch
Am I become to all
My foes, bot to my neighbours most.
Feare, for my caus, doth fall
On my familiars; who without
Do see me, shift my sight.

12

As of a dead man, out of mynd,
All my remembrance slight.

103

I like a brocken vessell am.

13

Me manie do persue,
With causles slanders. From all sids
My fears ar not a few,
While as, consulting 'gainst my life,
By them deep plots wer lay'd.

14

But in Thee is my trust: O Lord,
My God thow art, I sayd.

15

My times are in thy hands; from hands
Of my insulting foes
Rescue me; such as persecute
My life doe thow oppose.

16

Thy face mak on thy servant shine.
Me of thy mercie save.
Let me not be asham'd, O Lord,
For cald on Thee I have.

The thrid part.

17

Let wicked men be put to shame,
And to the grave be sent
In silence; shut thow vp the lips
Which lyes do baselie vent;

18

Which proudlie and contemptuouslie,
Dare righteous men vpbrayde;
And things that hard and greevous are,
Vnto their charge have layd.

19

For them that feare the, O how great
Thy bountye's treasures be;
Thy workes before the sonns of men,
For them that trust in thee!

20

Thy presence secreet from man's pride
Thow maks their hiding place;
And keeps them in a tent secure,
From strife of tonges at peace.

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21

For ever blessed be the Lord,
For hee his tender love
Hath, in a fenced citie, made
Me wondrouslie to prove.

22

For, from thine eyes cutt off I am,
I, in my hast, had say'd.
My voyce yet heardst thow, when to thee,
With cryes my moane I made.

23

Love yee the Lord, his saints. The Lord
The faithfull doth preserve;
And plentifullie doth repay
The proud, as they deserve.

24

Tak courage yee, with patient hope
Who on the Lord depend;
For, (sure) to your oppressed hearts,
Hee strength in straits shall send.

XXXII. Inscript.

Heer David to a Key doth reach
Spirituall knowledge which doth teach.

1

Blest, O how highlie blest is hee,
Whose pardon's past in heaven,
For his transgressions all; whose sins
Are covered and forgiven.

2

Blest hee, to whom the Lord hath not
Impute iniquitie,
And in whose vpright spirit hid
Is no hypocrisie.

3

When silence I did keep, my bones
Pin'd peece and peece away,
And waxed old, by reasoun of
My roareing all the day.

105

4

For day and night thy chastning hand
Vpon me heavie was:
My moisture quite dry'd vp, the drought
Of sum̄er did surpasse.

5

My faults then manifest I made,
And did no covering take
To cloake my sin. I sayd I wold
A free confession make
Of my transgressions, to the Lord;
So Thow my pardon seal'd,
And didst passe by my punishment,
The wage that sin doth yeeld.

6

For this the saincts shall seek to Thee,
What tyme Thow mayst be found.
They surelie shall be safe when floods,
Great floods, them rage around.

7

My hideing place thow art, in straits
Preserv'd I am by thee:
With songs of safe deliverance,
Lord, thow shalt compasse me.

Second part.

8

Teach and point out will I thy path,
Lest thow be led aside,
And, that thow mayst in saftie walk,
Mine eye thy steps shall guide.

9

Be not of vnderstanding voyd,
As are the horse and mule,
Whose mouth, to thee least they come neare,
The bitt and reine must rule.

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10

The wickeds' sorows shall exceed,
But hee his trust who stayes
Vpon the Lord, with mercie shall
Environ'd be alwayes.

11

In God be glade, rejoice all yee
Who follow righteousnes;
Shout, all who vpright are in heart,
Your Joyes aloud expresse.

XXXIII.

1

Joy in the Lord, yee just; prayse such
Beseems as vpright be.

2

Praise yee the Lord with harp; to him
Sing with the psaltery;
With ten string'd instruments him prayse.

3

A new song to him sing;
With a triumphing noise expresse
Your skill, by voice and string.

4

For right the word is of the Lord,
His works in treuth all wrought.

5

Hee equitie affects, and deare
Is judgement, in his thoght.
Fild with his goodnes is the earth.

6

Heavens by his word wer made,
And, by the spirit of his mouth,
With glorious hosts arayd.

7

Seas' liquid waves hee doth collect,
As on a solid heap,
And, in his secreet treasuries,
The deeps in store doth keep.

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8

Fear him all earth. Let all him fear,
Who in the world doe live;

9

For, at his word it was, and stands
As hee com̄and did giue.

10

The heathen's counsells hee doth caus
Evanisch as most weake,
And all the peoples' policyes,
Maks no effect to take.

11

But all his counsells (as decrees),
Shall stand establisht sure;
The thoughts that hid are in his hart,
From race to race endure.

12

O happie nation, which for God
Jehouah hath! whom hee,
A people for himselff, hath chuis'd
His heritage to be.

13

He looks from heaven and doth behold
The sonns of men from thence;

14

On all earth's duellers, from the throne
Of his high residence.

15

Their harts he fashioneth alike,

And doth consider right

16

Of all their works. No king is sav'd
By multitude or might;
The strong not by much strength doth stand.

17

A horse a thing most vaine
Is for releeff; by his great strength
None saftie shall attaine.

18

Behold, the Lord a gracious eye
On them that feare him, hath;
On them that in his mercie hope,

19

Ther souls to save from death,

108

Yea, evin in famine them to feed.

20

On him our souls do wait:

21

Our help and sheeld he is. In him
Our joy of heart is great.

For, in his holie name was still

22

Our trust. O still extend
To ws thy mercie, as on thee
Our hope, (Lord) doth depend.

XXXIV. Inscript.

When King Abimelech did chase,
And David dryve away, in face
And gesture chang'd; so soon as gone,
By him this psalme of prayse was done.

1

Still will I blesse the Lord: Him still
To prayse will I employ

2

My mouth. My soule in him shall boast;
The meek shall heare and joy.

3

Jointlie his name let ws extoll,
Him magnifie with me.

4

I sought the Lord; Hee ansuer made,
And me from fears sett free.

5

To Him when they shall look, his light
Ther darknes shall dispell;
Their faces shall not be asham'd.

6

This poore man (they shall tell)
Cry'd and came speed; from all his straits
The Lord did lead him out;

7

The Lord whose angell Him who fear
Saves and encamps about.

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8

How good the Lord is, tast and see.
O highlie happie they

9

That in him trust! Him fear, his saincts,
For them no wants dismay

10

That do him fear. Young lions lack,
Them penury may daunt;
But who sinceerlie seek the Lord,
No needfull good shall want.

11

Come children, hearken yee, for I
The Lord's fear will you teach.

12

What man is good and many dayes
Desyres his lyfe to reach?

13

From evil do thy tongue refraine;
Guile in thy lips eschew.

14

Depart from evil and do good;
Seek peace and peace persue.

15

The Lord the Righteous eyes; their cry
Doth in his eare find place.

16

'Gainst evil men, their names from earth
To sweep, hee setts his face.

17

The Righteous cry, Hee hears; hence peace
They from their troubles have.

18

Nigh to the brocken heart hee is,
And souls contrite doth save.

19

Great are the greevs of godlie men,
In number they exceed;
But from them all the Lord doth send
Releef, as Hee sees need.

20

Their bones hee keeps; that none of them
Be brocken, hee doth care.

21

Them (certainlie) shall evil slay,
Who evil doers are.

110

On all shall desolation light
That righteous men persue,

22

With causles hate. But souls of such
As ar his servants true,
The Lord from danger shall redeeme:
For none to him who flee,
And on him wait with confidence,
Shall desolation see.

XXXV.

1

Striue Lord with them that stryve with me.
War on mine enemyes.

2

Of scheeld and buckler tak thow hold,
And for my help arise.

3

My persecuters' way to stop,
Bring forth the sword and spear.
I thy salvation am, O Lord,
Say, that my soule may heare.

4

Who seek my soule, be they to shame
And to confusion broght;
Turnd back be they, confounded quite,
Who harme to me haue thoght.

5

Be they like chaffe before the wynd,
God's angell them persewing.

6

Let dark and slipprie be their way,
God's angell them subdewing.

7

For (causlesslie), they in a pitt
Have hid for me ther net;
Yea, (causlesslie) haue for my soule
Dig'd, and devices sett.

111

Let ruine him (wnware) surprise;
The net which hee did hide
Let catch himself; into the same
Destruction let him slyde.

9

So in the Lord my soule sall joy,
In his salvation glade.

10

Lord, who is lyk to thee? by all
My bones sall then be said;
To Thee, who dost the poore rescue
From him who is more strong;
The poore and indigent from those,
By spoyling would them wrong?

11

False wittnesses arose, and askt
Me things I never knew;

12

Yea, rendring ill for good, to spoyle
My soule vsd arts anew.

13

But sack cloath wore I, whil as sick
They wer; (my soule broght low
With fasting;) back my prayer turn'd
To mine owne bosome so.

14

As freend or brother hee had been,
I walk'd; with heavinesse
Bow'd doun, as at his mother's death
One sorrow doth expresse.

15

But in my halting, joy they had,
And flockt togither fast;
The abjects flock against me, while
I knew not what had past.

16

They did me teare and ceased not,
With counterfitts, who free
At feasts are jeasts to breck, they jeared,
And gnasht ther teeth at me.

112

How long wilt thow look on, O Lord?
From their sad ruine draw
Thow back my soule, my desolate
Soule from the lyon's paw.

18

Thanks will I render wnto Thee,
In the assemblie great;
And where much people meet, thy prayse
Solemnely celebrate.

19

Them who wnjustlie are my foes,
Let not rejoice at me;
Nor, winking with the eye, me scorne,
Who hate me causlesslie.

20

For peace they speek not, but contrive,
Earth's queyet ones to greeve,

21

Deceatfull draughts; and to their mouths,
Against me freedome giue.
Aha; say they, aha; our eyes
Haue seen what bee they wold.

22

All this beheld thow hast, O Lord:
Now no more silent hold.

23

Bee not farre from me Lord. Rouse wp
Thy self to tak my part;
To judgement, to my caus awake,
My God and Lord who art.

24

Judge me, O Lord my God, as just
Thow art; rejoyce at me,

25

O Let them not, nor say in heart,
Ah, now our wills haue wee.

Them let not say, him swallowd vp

26

Wee haue. 26. Ashamed quite,
To joint confusion be they broght,
Who in my hurt delyte.

113

Disgrace and shame them cloath, themselvs
Who gainst me magnifie;

27

But glad be they who haue regaird
To my integritie.

All such lett shout for joy and say,
For ever let the Lord
Be magnify'd, who peace wnto
His servant did afford;
Yea in his peace did pleasure take;

28

And of thy righteousnes
My tongue sall alwayes talk, evin all
The day thy praise expresse.

XXXVI.

1

Within my wounded heart have sayd
The wicked man's misdeeds,
God's feare is not before his eyes.

2

For him selff flattrie feeds;
His oune iniquityes he smooths,
Till hatefull they be found;

3

Deceat and open wickednesse
Do in his mouth abound.

From doing good averse, he hath
Given over to be wise.

4

Iniquity vpon his bed
By night he doth devise.
With resolution doth he sett
Himself a way to chuise
Which is not good; and to abhorre
What's evill doth refuise.

114

5

Thy mercie (Lord) is in the heavens;
Thy treuth the clouds doth reach.

6

Like mountains of vnmeasur'd hight
Thy justice passeth speech.
So great a deep thy judgements are,
That none can it perceave.
From the, O Lord, both man and beast
Ther preservation have.

7

How excellent is thy kind love,
O God, from race to race.
Hence vnder shadow of thy wings
Men's sons their trust do place.

8

To them the fattnes of thin house
Shall in aboundance flow,
And of thy pleasur's streams to drink,
Their pleasure still shall grow.

9

With thee lyff's fountain is: Wee, (Lord)
Light in thy light shall sie.

10

Thy loving kindnes vnto them,
O lett continow'd bee,
To whom thy self made known thow hast;
Thy righteousnes extend
To all, in vprightnes of heart,
That on thee do depend.

11

Wnto the foot of pride a prey,
Lord, let me not be found;
Nor by the wicked's hand opprest,
Constraind to giue them ground.

12

There, they to make iniquity
Ther work who enterprise,
Falne, overthrowne are, and no more
Shall able be to rise.

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XXXVII.

[The first part.]

1

Fret not thy self becaus of those
That active are in ill;
Nor envy thow the man that works
Iniquity at will.

2

For, like the grasse and budding herb,
Which speedilie decay,
They shall be suddenlie cutt doun,
And quicklie fade away.

3

Trust in the Lord; from what is good
Be not to lewdnesse led;
So in the land thow long shalt dwell,
And verily be fedd.

4

Him make thy joy, so satisfie
Thy hart's desire shall hee.

5

Devolve on Him thy way, and trust
The Lord will do for thee.

6

Hee like the light of day shall make
Thy righteousnes appeare,
And bring thy judgment forth to shyne
As noon-day, bright and clear.

7

Rest in the Lord, wait patientlie
For Him who works these things,
And fret not that his wayes go weell,
Leud plotts to passe who brings.

The Second part.

8

Refraine from furie: vnto wrath
Do not give way at all.
Fret not thyself in any wise
In wickednes to fall;

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9

For wicked men shall be cutt off,
Their ruine is at hand;
But who do wait vpon the Lord,
Inherite shall the land.

10

For yet a little while, and lo,
The wicked shall not bee.
Thow diligentlie shall his place
Considder, but not see.

11

But by the meek ones of the earth
The land shall be possest,
And with the pleasurs of sweet peace,
Aboundantlie be blest.

12

The wicked plotteth 'gainst the just;
His gnashing teeth bewray

13

His spight. At him the Lord shall laugh,
For neare hee sies his day.

14

The wicked drawne the sword, their bows
Have bent the murdring wight,
The poore to overthrow, and kill
The man whose way is right.

15

But into their owne brests the sword
Shall pierce, and passage make;
And turnd in vselesse shivers, shall
The bow to shoot forsake.

16

The litle that the righteous hath
Is to be prys'd before
The wealth of mightie wicked men,
Who treasurs have in store.

The thrid part.

17

The Lord shall break the wicked's arme,
But shall the just sustain.

18

Their dayes Hee knowes; their heretage
For ever shall remaine.

117

19

And when bad dayes do danger threat,
Shame shall not them confound;
They shall sufficientlie be fed,
When famine rageth round.

20

The wicked perish shall; God's foes,
As fate of lambs by fire
Doth melt away, consume they shall,
And into smoak expire.

21

They borow shall, and take no thoght
Their credite to releeve;
But mercifull the vpright are,
And chearfully do give.

22

For such as blest are of the Lord,
Inherite shall the land;
But vnto all by Him accurst
Destruction is at hand.

23

The good man's steps the Lord directs,
And pleaseth wel his way.

24

His hand Hee gives, that iff hee fall,
He fall not quite away.

25

I have been young, and now am ag'd;
Yet did I never see
The just deserted, or his seed
Begge bread in miserie.

26

He (alwayes mercifull,) to lend,
His hand doth not recall.
His children and posteritie
Are in the blessing all.

The fourth part.

27

Flee ill, do good; and ever dwell.

28

For God doth judgment love;
His saints Hee leaves not; kept they are
For ever from above;

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But rooted out shall be the race

29

Of wicked men. While they
Who just are shall enjoy the land
And dwell therin alway.

30

The just man's mouth shall wisdome vent,
His tonge of judgement talks.

31

The Law of God is in his hart,
Hee slips not as he walks.

32

The wicked waits the just to kill,

33

But God doth never leave
Him in his hand, nor him condemnes,
While men doe judgement give.

34

Thy expectation on the Lord
With patience do thow stay,
Be not, (whatever thee befall,)
Diverted from his way.
He shall advaunce thee in the land,
Inheritance to have,
And when the wicked are cutt off,
This shall thine eye perceive.

The fyfth part.

35

The wicked, for his might much fear'd,
Like to a lawrell green,
Himself displaying in his pryd,
Observ'd I haue and seen.

36

But quicklie past hee from his place;
Behold hee ceas'd to bee;
I soght, but after search I found
Of him no memorie.

37

The perfect man observe; the just
Remark; his end is peace.

38

But of transgressors jointlie shall
Be ruined the race.

119

The doolefull end of wicked men
Destruction shall be.

39

Whileas salvation of the Lord,
Who righteous are shall see.

Then in the day of sad distresse,
To them he strength shall give.

40

The Lord with help is still at hand,
Them readie to releave.
Releeve them from the violence
Of wicked men Hee will;
Hee save them shall, for that on him
Their trust repose they still.

XXXVIII.

1

Me to rebuike forbeare, O Lord;
While kindled is thine ire;
Nor chasten me, while flowing is
Thy wrath's consumeing fire.

2

For in me fast thine arows stick,
Thy hand doth presse me sore.

3

Becaus thow greev'd art, in my flesh
No soundnes is therfore.

4

My sins of peace my bones depryve;
For my iniquities,
Gone o're my head, vnto a weight
Above my strength arise.

5

My wounds doe stink and are corrupt,
For foolish I have been;

6

Sore troubled and brought verie low,
I sad all day am seen.

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7

My loines are full of loathsomnes;
My flesh is all vnsound.

8

I feeble am and brocken sore,
My greevs I cannot bound;
Roare forth I must, my heart's so mov'd.

9

Thow my desires dost see;
O Lord, my groans, my secreet sighs
Are manifest to thee.

10

My heart doth pant, my strength doth faile;
Myne eyes have lost their light.

11

My freends and lovers stand afar,
My stroak doth them afright.

12

My kinsmen prove vnkinde. Snairs layd
By them my life who seek,
Who wish in heart my hurt, of me
Most wicked things do speak,

13

Deceits, all day they do devise,
But I as deaf appeare;
As one that dumbe is; who his mouth
To open doth forbeare.

15

Like one that heard not, from whose lips
Do no reproofs proceed,
I keep me close, and wait for Thee,
Lord, in this time of need.

16

Thow wilt mak ansuer, Lord my God:
I say'd. Oh heare my cry!
Lest they rejoyceing over me,
Themselvs do magnify;
When they perceive my foot to slip,

17

For I to halt ame prone;
But sadlie sorowing, day and night
To thee I mak my moane.

121

18

To thee my hid iniquitie,
O Lord, do I declare.
And for my sin with heavie hart
Still am I takeing care.

19

But livelie are my foes and strong,
And who, with causles hate,
Me most vnjustlie doe persue,
Do prosper and grow great.

20

Yea, they who render ill for good,
Mine adversaries prove;
Becaus I evill doe declyne,
And what is good do love.

21

Forsake me not, O Lord my God,
Be not far off from me.

22

Make hast to help me, Lord; I have
No saiftie but in thee.

XXXIX.

1

I said I would watch o'r my wayes,
Leist sin̄e escapt my tongue:
I bridle would my mouth, whill I
The wicked was among.

2

Dumbe was I and did silence keep,
Evin to speake good did spare,
Till my restrained sorow stir'd,
The stronger did appeare.

3

My hart within me brunt, the fire
Shutt vp, at lenth furth brack;
And, way wnto my museings made,
Thus with my tong I spak:

4

My end to know, me make O Lord,
What is my dayes' extent;
O make me know how fraile I am,
And little permanent.

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5

Lo! as an handbredth hast thow made
The measure of my dayes;
And, in thy sight, my life's whole age
As it wer nothing, stays.
Man verily, evin of all men,
The meanest and most great,
Are altogether vanity,
In their best setled state.

6

Man, (surelie,) in a vain show walks;
Sure vex'd they are in vain,
To heap vp goods, (wncertaine who
Shal brook them,) taking payne.

7

And now, what wait I for, O Lord?
My hope thow art. Me free

8

From all my faults, from the reproach
Of such as foolisch bee.

9

Becaus thow didst it I am dumbe,
No word will I presume.

10

Thy stroake O turne away; Thy hand's
Sore strips my life consume;

11

For sin, correcting with rebooks
Wretcht man, thow wearst away
His beautie, moth like; sure each man,
Is vanity each way.

12

My prayer hear, hear, Lord, my cry.
My flowing tears to sie,
Do thow not silence keep, for I
A stranger am with thee.
Heer, as my fathers all, I stray;
Turne, turne thy wraith from me;
That I may take my breath before
I goe and cease to bee.

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XL.

1

With patience wayting on the Lord,
His time I did attend.
He bowd Him doun and heard my cry,
And pul'd me vp in end;

2

Plung'd in a pitt, where tumbling floods
With hideous horror roard,
And sinking in the myrie clay,
Me to my feett restor'd,

Me on a Rock Hee rays'd and stay'd
My steps, that walk abrod

3

I might. Yea, with a new song fil'd
My mouth, praise to our God.
To many this shall manifest
Be made, who Him shall feare,
And confidently to the Lord,
In danger, shall draw neare.

4

Blest is the man who maks the Lord
His trust! hee in whose eyes
The proud have no respect, nor such
As turne aside to lies.

5

O many, many, (Lord my God!)
Thy works which wondrous are,
Thy thoghts to us-ward hast thow made;
They passe all reckoning far.

Who can attaine to lay them out,
In order vnto thee?
To reckon or relate them wer
A task too great for me.

6

Not sacrifice nor offrings broght,
Didst ansuer thy desire.
Mine ears Thow pierc'd; sin offrings none,
None brunt didst Thow require.

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7

Then say'd I, Lo I come, O Lord,
'Tis writtin doune of me,

8

In volume of the book. To doe
Thy will, my joy sall be,
My God: thy law is in mine hart.
In the assemblie great

9

I spak, and did the tydings glade,
Of righteousnes, relate;

Lo, I my lips refrain'd not, Lord,

10

Thow knowst. Thy righteousnes,
Not hidg in my hart, I haue
Declaird thy faithfullnes
And thy salvation; thy kinde love
And treuth, by thee reveald,
I from the congregation great
Have not kept vp conceild.

11

Thy tender mercies do thow not,
O Lord, withhold from me.
Continowally let thy kind love
And truth my saifty be.

12

For I with evills on all sids,
(More then can weell be told,)
Am compast. My iniquities
Have on me taken hold,

That to look vp strength none remains;
My hairs ar but a few
With them compaird; that to mine heart
Then faintnes doth ensue.

13

Be pleasd, O Lord, me to rescue;
Do not thine ayde delay,

14

And such to shame and ruine bring,
As seek my soule to slay.

125

Let them, (turnd backward,) blush, who joy
At my calamitie.

15

Sad desolation the reward
Of their disgrace let bee,
Who over me insult with words
Of scorne and proud disdain;

16

But them that seek thee let rejoyce,
And glad in thee remaine.

The Lord be magnifyd: the voice
Let be of every one,
Continowally, who lovers are
Of thy salvation.

17

But poore and neidie I, yet lay'th
The Lord my call to heart.
My God, O stay not, Thow my help
And my deliuerer art.

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1

O blest is hee who wiselie doth
Considder of the poore;
Deliuered by the Lord, hee shall
In trouble be secure.

2

The Lord will his preserver bee,
And of his life tak cair;
Blest shall hee be, vpon the earth
Weell with him shall it fair;

Him to his foes thow wilt not leave.

3

With sorrow when o'rsett,
Cast on his couch, hee from the Lord
Refreshing strength shall gett;

126

When sick thow all his bed shalt make.

4

Thy mercie, Lord, I craue.
O heal my soule, I said, for I
Against thee sinned have.

5

Of me my foes do evill speeke:
When shall hee dye, (say they,)
When perrisch shall his memorie,
And name be worne away?

6

A visite if hee come to make,
His words are false and vain.
Iniquitie his hart stors wp,
And, (gone,) hee speaketh plaine.

7

Togither 'gainst me whisper all
Who me at hatred beare;
Against me evill they devise,
And, (where they can gett eare,)

8

Some plague, say they, to him cleavs fast,
In that hee bedfast lyes;
Hee nevir shall, recovered hence,
Any more arise.

9

Even hee, whose freendschip I held firme,
And, (trusted wt my minde,)
Fed with my bredd, hath 'gainst me lift
The heell, and prov'd vnkind.

10

But show thow mercie, Lord; me raise,
That I may them repay.

11

For that my foes proud triumphes cease,
That know thy love I may.

12

Thow me in my integritie
Maintainst, yea, (of thy grace,)
Giust me for evir to enjoy
The comfort of thy face.

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13

From evirlasting let the Lord's
High prayses be exprest,
Till evirlasting, evin the God
Of Israell be blest.

Amen, Amen.

Heir ends the first book of Psalmes.

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