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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 .vij. Psalme.
O Lorde
my God I put my trust, and confidence in the:
Kepe me from al that persecute me and delyuer me.
Kepe me from al that persecute me and delyuer me.
Let not thys man snalch vp my soule, lyke a lyon rageynge:
Neyther teare it when no man shall come to my rescuynge.
Neyther teare it when no man shall come to my rescuynge.
Oh Lorde my God, I haue not done the thinge that they surmyse:
Myne handes to any frowardnes I do not exercyse.
Myne handes to any frowardnes I do not exercyse.
Yf I haue done hurte vnto hym, that did peace wyth me take:
Yea, whē he vexed me causlesse, yf I did him forsake.
Yea, whē he vexed me causlesse, yf I did him forsake.
Then let hym persecute my soule, and lay handes on the same:
And let hym treade my lyfe to dyrte, and dyminyshe my fame.
And let hym treade my lyfe to dyrte, and dyminyshe my fame.
Aryse (O Lord) in thy fury, when my foes be styrred:
Aryse to me wyth the iudgement that thou haste commaunded.
Aryse to me wyth the iudgement that thou haste commaunded.
And let the companye of al people stande the aboute:
And therfore to go vp agayne do thou not stande in doubt.
And therfore to go vp agayne do thou not stande in doubt.
Let the Lorde iudge the nacyons, O Lord iudge me also:
And after myne vpryght dealynge, so let it with me go.
O ryghteouse God that arte searcher, of the hertes and the luste:
Let the vngodlye mens synne cease, and gouerne thou the iuste.
Let the vngodlye mens synne cease, and gouerne thou the iuste.
My shilde, my tergat and defence in God alone I fynde:
That is the sauiour of thē, that are of godly mynde.
That is the sauiour of thē, that are of godly mynde.
God is a iust and vpright iudge, he is righteouse I saye:
And God is moued wyth anger, and that euery daye.
And God is moued wyth anger, and that euery daye.
Yf Saule will not returne but make hys swerde ready to fyght:
Yf he will bende hys bowe I saye and hym selfe to warres dyght:
Yf he will bende hys bowe I saye and hym selfe to warres dyght:
Yf he wyll prepare hym suche dartes, as wyl kyl presently:
And frame his burnynge arrowes, that will pearse so myghtely:
And frame his burnynge arrowes, that will pearse so myghtely:
Lo, then he shall trauayle ryght sore, to brynge forth vanitye:
For he hath conceyued greate gryefe, & shall brynge out a lye.
For he hath conceyued greate gryefe, & shall brynge out a lye.
He hath trenched and dygged out, a dych for me to falle:
But into the pytte that he made, he slyppeth fyrste of all.
But into the pytte that he made, he slyppeth fyrste of all.
The care that he bent towarde me, shal lyght on his heade certayne:
So shal ye force, wherwith he would oppresse me, turne agayne.
So shal ye force, wherwith he would oppresse me, turne agayne.
After his righteousnes I will prayse the Lorde most myghtye:
And right so wyll I synge to the name of the Lorde most hye.
And right so wyll I synge to the name of the Lorde most hye.
| 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] | |