Sir Thomas Smith: Literary and Linguistic Works [1542. 1549. 1568] Part I Certaigne psalmes or songues of David: translated into Englishe meter by Sir Thomas Smith, Knight, then Prisoner in the Tower of London, with other prayers and songues by him made to pas the tyme there. 1549 ... By Bror Danielsson |
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THE PSALME 70.
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THE PSALME 70.
In te Domine speravi.
In thee, o Lorde,
I put my trust,
Let not me be confounded or quaile
But rid me for
Thi mercies sak
For thi iustice do not me faile
I put my trust,
Let not me be confounded or quaile
But rid me for
Thi mercies sak
For thi iustice do not me faile
Encline thine eare
To my request
And help me in this stound.
If I haue not help
Of thee my God,
None other is to be found.
To my request
And help me in this stound.
If I haue not help
Of thee my God,
None other is to be found.
Be thou my strength
And my fortres,
Wherto I may now flie.
Though mightely
Pursued still
Yet saufely in thee to lye.
And my fortres,
Wherto I may now flie.
Though mightely
Pursued still
Yet saufely in thee to lye.
Thou art my guarrison,
O my good God,
Thou art my tower and castell.
When I crie on thee,
Thou haest promised me,
That nothing shall me quell
O my good God,
Thou art my tower and castell.
When I crie on thee,
Thou haest promised me,
That nothing shall me quell
From the hande of thungodlie
Save me, o God.
Let not their power stretch hither.
Saue me, o Lorde,
From the cruell,
Thunrightuous and bloodie to-gither.
Save me, o God.
Let not their power stretch hither.
Saue me, o Lorde,
From the cruell,
Thunrightuous and bloodie to-gither.
For thou, o Lorde,
My god art he
For whose kingdom from my youth I haue longed;
Myn hope hath alwais
Bene in thee
And to this tyme it is prolonged.
My god art he
For whose kingdom from my youth I haue longed;
Myn hope hath alwais
Bene in thee
And to this tyme it is prolonged.
Sith I was born
I haue lenid on thee
Even from my mothers bely;
To thee I have lived,
Thou haest me kept,
Therfore now praise thee shall I.
I haue lenid on thee
Even from my mothers bely;
To thee I have lived,
Thou haest me kept,
Therfore now praise thee shall I.
I am made a wonder
And a gasing stock
For the people on me to look;
Yet did I not fall
From my hope in thee
But hold on thi mercie I tok.
And a gasing stock
For the people on me to look;
Yet did I not fall
From my hope in thee
But hold on thi mercie I tok.
Let my mouthe be filled
With thi honour, o God,
And thi praise all the day long.
To give the thankes
For my great ioyes
And for my sorowes among.
With thi honour, o God,
And thi praise all the day long.
To give the thankes
For my great ioyes
And for my sorowes among.
Cast not me away
In my weekenes
Whan my strength now doth me faile;
Forsak me not
My Lorde my God
When myn enimies doth me assaile.
In my weekenes
Whan my strength now doth me faile;
Forsak me not
My Lorde my God
When myn enimies doth me assaile.
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Myn enimies now
Consultes togither,
Lyeth in waite, and thus thei mean:
Take him, say thei,
And hold him fast;
God hath forsaken him cleane.
Consultes togither,
Lyeth in waite, and thus thei mean:
Take him, say thei,
And hold him fast;
God hath forsaken him cleane.
On him, say thei,
Who can him aid?
For now there is none left
To succour him;
Of all comfort,
And help he is bereft
Who can him aid?
For now there is none left
To succour him;
Of all comfort,
And help he is bereft
Go not to far
From me, o God,
Go not to far away.
Hast now, o Lorde,
To succour me
And help me even this day.
From me, o God,
Go not to far away.
Hast now, o Lorde,
To succour me
And help me even this day.
Confound thou them,
My Lorde, my God,
And mak their counsell vain
That workes again
My lief and soule
And seekes my blood so fain.
My Lorde, my God,
And mak their counsell vain
That workes again
My lief and soule
And seekes my blood so fain.
Let them receive
Dishonour, my Lorde,
Let them be couerid with shame
That by their great
Iniustice do
Thus cruelly seeke my blame.
Dishonour, my Lorde,
Let them be couerid with shame
That by their great
Iniustice do
Thus cruelly seeke my blame.
But for my part
I will quiet me,
And with patience I will abid.
I wil look while thou
Deliuerest me,
And thi praise I will not hide.
I will quiet me,
And with patience I will abid.
I wil look while thou
Deliuerest me,
And thi praise I will not hide.
My mouth shall speak
Of thi iustice,
Thine helth and saving name,
All my lieflong
Without ceasing
To love and praise the same.
Of thi iustice,
Thine helth and saving name,
All my lieflong
Without ceasing
To love and praise the same.
From my youth till now,
O Lord, my God
Thou haest me taught and lerned
Thi workes infinite
And wounders so great,
Which can not be discernid.
O Lord, my God
Thou haest me taught and lerned
Thi workes infinite
And wounders so great,
Which can not be discernid.
Therfore now will
I shew them forth
And teach them yong and old,
That thei may giue glorie
And praise to thee
For thi wounders so manifold.
I shew them forth
And teach them yong and old,
That thei may giue glorie
And praise to thee
For thi wounders so manifold.
Forsak me not
Now, my good Lord,
In this my time of age,
When hoore heares comes
Of care and thought
And of the sorowes rage.
Now, my good Lord,
In this my time of age,
When hoore heares comes
Of care and thought
And of the sorowes rage.
Till I have shewed
To my childerns childern,
which herafter born shalbe,
Thi mightie hand
And declared thi power
To all posteritie.
To my childerns childern,
which herafter born shalbe,
Thi mightie hand
And declared thi power
To all posteritie.
Great is thi rightuousnes,
O most holie Lord,
Great bi thi workes and mightie,
That thou doest work,
Everliving God,
Who can be lik vnto thee.
O most holie Lord,
Great bi thi workes and mightie,
That thou doest work,
Everliving God,
Who can be lik vnto thee.
To what great troubles,
O my good God
To what griefe hast thou me put,
To what anguish,
And sorow of mynde,
O Lord, haest thou me shut.
O my good God
To what griefe hast thou me put,
To what anguish,
And sorow of mynde,
O Lord, haest thou me shut.
Yet wilt thou turne
And refresh me,
And comfort me again,
And lift me up
From the pittes brinck
And from the deadlie pain.
And refresh me,
And comfort me again,
And lift me up
From the pittes brinck
And from the deadlie pain.
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To promotions great
And great honour,
O Lord, thou haest me brought;
In aduersities
On euery sid
For my comfort haest thou wrought.
And great honour,
O Lord, thou haest me brought;
In aduersities
On euery sid
For my comfort haest thou wrought.
Therfore will I
New still praise thee,
And of thi faithfulnes tell;
Of lute and harpe
I will play to thee,
O thou holie of Israell.
New still praise thee,
And of thi faithfulnes tell;
Of lute and harpe
I will play to thee,
O thou holie of Israell.
My lippes wold fain
Give Laudes to thee,
And so wold my soule also;
My hart with thee
Wold ioyfull bee,
Whom thou haest rid out of woo.
Give Laudes to thee,
And so wold my soule also;
My hart with thee
Wold ioyfull bee,
Whom thou haest rid out of woo.
My tongue wold still
Of thi goodnes talk
And clater all the long day,
That thei are brought
To shame that sought
My hurt, and gon away.
Of thi goodnes talk
And clater all the long day,
That thei are brought
To shame that sought
My hurt, and gon away.
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