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 | The Psalter of David newely translated into English metre in such sort that it maye the more decently, and wyth more delyte of the mynde, be reade and songe of al men, wherunto is added a note of four partes, wyth other thynges, as shall appear in the Epistle to the Reader [by Robert Crowley] |  |
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Neither to be styll myndfull of a wrōge or iniurie.
He doeth not vse to handle vs accordynge to our synne:
He rewardeth the wickednes that we haue lyued in.
He 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 justice, towardes theyr nephewes so deare.
Shall dure for aye, and his justice, 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Preach him my soule, cease not my soule, to preach the Lorde boldly.
| The Psalter of David newely translated into English metre in such sort that it maye the more decently, and wyth more delyte of the mynde, be reade and songe of al men, wherunto is added a note of four partes, wyth other thynges, as shall appear in the Epistle to the Reader [by Robert Crowley] | |