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The whole Psalter translated into English Metre

which contayneth an hundreth and fifty Psalmes

Parker, Matthew (1504-1575)

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The first Quinquagene.

To the Reader.

Of the vertue of Psalmes.

Henrie Haward Earle of Surrie in his Ecclesiastes.

Here beginneth the second booke of Psalmes.

The Seconde Quinquagene of Dauids Psalter, translated into Englishe Metre.

Here beginneth the thirde Booke of Psalmes.

Psalme. LXXIX.

Here beginneth the fourth Booke of Psalmes.

The third and last Quinquagene of Dauids Psalter, translated into Englishe Metre.

Here beginneth the fifth Booke of Psalmes.

Psalme. CVII.

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Certayne verses of the sayd Psalme otherwise translated.

Gloria Patri for diuers Metres.

Te Deum.

The song of the three Children.

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Psalme. LXXIX.

The Argument.

The church lamenth: the tyranny,
of all her foes so fell:
Her sinnes she waylth: most mourningly,
yet trust of helpe full well.

Deus vene runt gentes.

1

O God now come: be Paynyms wylde,
thyne heritance to wast:
Thy holy house: they haue defylde,
Hierusalem is raced.

2

Thy seruaunts corps: this heathen sect,
hath cast to byrdes for meate:
Thy sayntes weake flesh: they haue reiect,
to beastes of earth to eate.

3

Theyr bloud they haue: lyke water shed,
about Hierusalem:
And none there was: to mourne the dead,
or yet to bury them.

4

We are become: an open shame,
to all our neyghbours next:
But mockyng stockes: in laughyng game,
on all sides we be vext.

5

O Lord how long: shall last thyne ire?
for euer shall it bee?
Thy gelousie: to burne as fyre,
for euer shall we see?

6

Poure out thy wrath: vpon thy foes,
for Paynyms know not thee:
Upon those realmes: which be to lose,
thy name and power to see.

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7

Deuourd they haue: true Iacobs place,
hys seede and house lygheth wast:
The sanctuary: of thy good grace,
the walles they haue defaced.

8

Our former sinnes: remember not,
make speede, shew mercy soone:
Thou seest our griefe: our wofull state,
how all we be vndone.

9

Helpe vs O God: our sauiour,
for prayse of thy good name:
Our sinnes our ill: behauiour,
forgeue, forget the same.

10

Least heathen rayle: and say in spite,
where now is come theyr God?
Thy seruaunts bloud: so shed in sight,
reuenge, and shew thy rod.

11

O heare the sighes: and sorowes deepe,
of captiue men in bonds:
Men iudgd to death: see that thou kepe,
shewe forth thy strength of hands.

12

The blasphemy: at thee so cast,
by these our neighbours partes:
Requyte it them: O Lord at last,
seuen solde on all theyr hartes.

13

So we thy shepe: and people true,
to thankes we shall agree:
Thy prayse our tonges: shall still ensue,
to our posteritie.