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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.

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

Gloria Patri for diuers Metres.

Te Deum.

The song of the three Children.

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Psalme. LXXXI.

The Argument.

A song of ioy to God: of maiestie aboue,
Who geueth all thing aboundantly: to thē that him do loue.

Exultate.

1

Now sing ye ioyfully: To God our strength & rocke:
Yea sing ye swete: in iubilies: to God of Iacobs stock

2

Streyne vp your psaltery: and wrest your tymbrels hye,
Wyth mery harpe: and virginals: set out your melodye.

3

Blow out wyth trumpet lowde: in new mooues feast I say:
In tyme so meete: accordingly: our solempne feastfull day.

4

By statute thus enact: it is for Israell:
From Iacobs God: it is a law: hys worthy actes to tell.

5

God made in Iosephes seede: (for wytnes) thys decree:
Of Egipt land: whē out he went: where language straunge hard he.

6

I did his shulder ease: from burthens great and thicke:
His hands escapte: the dayly toyle: of making potts and bricke,

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7

Thou cryedst on me in stresse: I thee deliuered ryfe:
In thunder close: I answerd thee: first tried at sluds of strife

Sela.

8

O then my people heare: I wyll the iust assure:
O Israell: if heare thou wylt: my worde which shall endure.

9

Strange God thou shalt not haue: no other God to serue:
If thys thou doost: and frowardly: fro me thou doost not swerue.

10

I am the Lord thy God: who thee from Egypt led:
Then set thy mouth: full open wyde: I wyll it fyll full fed.

11

But yet my people thus: would neuer heare my voyce,
No Israell: would none of me: nor lyst in me reioyce.

12

I let them go therfore: theyr own hartes lustes to sue:
Theyr crooked wayes: to walke at will: whych they did after rue.

13

O that my people meke: had heard my document:
And Israell: had walkt my wayes: wyth gentle hartes assent.

14

How soone would I at ones: their foes haue wrested downe:
And turnd my hand: agaynst them all: at them who firse did frown

15

Gods haters should haue kneeld: at heeles of them to lay:
Though lyingly: they had it ment: theyr dayes had lastd for aye.

16

Yea then he would haue fed: wyth floure of finest wheate:
And out of rocke: them had I fild: wyth hony pleasant meat.