XVIII.
Inscript.
From all his foes, and from the sword
Of Saul: the servant of the Lord,
David delyvered, sung (most glade)
This song of praise to God, and sayd.
[The First Part]
1
Thee, Lord, entearlie will I love,
My strength who art and stay.
2
My fort, my rock, and my releeff
The Lord is evrie way.
My God and my strong hold, on whom
Is fix'd my confidence,
My sheeld and my salvation's horne,
My castle of defence.
3
My voyce I'le lift vnto the Lord,
To whom all praise is due;
So from mine adversaries all
His hand shall me rescue.
4
Death's pangs mee compast, mee the floods
Of Belial affray'd;
5
Hell's sorows me besett, death's snares
Me to prevent wer lay'd.
6
In straits I sought the Lord, with cryes
I to my God drew near;
Hee from his temple heard my voyce,
My cryes came to his eare.
7
Straight troubled earth a trembling fell,
Fear did its pillars shaike;
The mountains low foundations mov'd,
Did at His presence quaike.
8
For wroth Hee was. His nostrils smoak
Sent forth, devoureing fire
Flam'd from His mouth, that coalls therat
Wer kindled, through His ire.
9
From high discending, for mine aide,
Heavens vnto Him made way.
By Him bow'd doun, beneath his feet
Thick clouds did dimme the day.
The Secound Part.
10
Upon a glorious cherub sett
Hee rode, and nimblie flew:
Winds did their wings display, on which
Hee wondrous swiftnes shew.
11
Hee darknes made his secret place,
And did around him stent,
For a pavilion, waters black,
Clouds of the firmament.
12
At brightnes of the blazeing beams
That issued from his sight,
His thick clouds vanish'd, sudden hayle
And coals of fire did fright.
13
The Lord did thunder in the heavens,
The Highest gave his voyce;
Hayle was hurld doun, and flames of fire
Brack forth with fearefull noise.
14
His arows shoureing doun, their bands
Hee brack, and chargeing new,
With shot of lightening from the skyes,
Them vtterlie o're-threw.
15
Floods channells seen, discov'red wer,
O Lord, at thy rebuike,
The world's low grounds, which at the blasts
Breath'd from thy nostrils, shooke.
The Thrid Part.
16
From high hee sent, and took my hand,
And from great deeps me drew.
17
From my strong foe, from haters' spight
His strength did me rescue,
When too, too strong for me they wer,
And in the cloudie day
Of my distresse did me prevent;
Me then the Lord did stay.
19
Hee to a large place forth me brought,
Hee my delyverer prov'd,
Becaus in me Hee took delight
And much his servant lov'd.
20
According to my righteousnes
The Lord rewarded me,
As pure and cleane my hands hee found,
So recompensed hee.
21
His wayes I kept, and wickedlie
My God I did not leave.
22
His judgments sett in sight, I still
Did to his statuts cleave.
23
Before him straight, me from my sin
24
I kept. So rendred hee,
In me as straightnes, in my hands
As hee did cleannesse see.
25
Thow mercifull thy self wilt shew,
With such as mercie love;
Most vpright shall the vpright man,
26
The pure Thee pure shall prove.
But who so froward are, thy frounes
27
Shall find; for, never slow
To save the sad afflicted soule,
Proud looks thow shalt bring low.
The Fourth Part.
28
My Lamp thow lights; the Lord my God
My darknes will mak day.
29
By thee I troups break forth; my God
Maks walls to me plaine way.
30
God's path is perfyte, try'd thy word,
O Lord, is wondrous pure;
To all that put their trust in him
A sheild hee is most sure.
31
For who, beside the Lord, is God?
Who save our God, a rock?
32
God, who with strength me girds about
(So to sustaine a chock);
33
My way who perfyte makes; my feet
Who with the hynds doth match;
Who on my places high me setts
And ever me doth watch.
34
Mine hands hee fitts for armes, mine armes
Maks break a bow of brasse.
35
Lord, by thy saftie's shield secur'd,
Through foes I feareles passe.
Thy right hand me vpholds, encreast
Hath me thy clemencie.
36
Thow hast enlarg'd my steps, and firme
My feet makes vnder me.
37
My foes I charg'd and took; nor turnd
I, till they perished all.
38
I wounded them, they could not rise,
Made at my feet to fall.
39
For war with valour me thow girdst,
Low my oppressors layes.
40
The necks thow givst me of my foes,
The sword my haters slayes.
41
They cry'd but all in vaine, for none,
In straits, was them to save;
Even to the Lord aloud they cry'd,
The Lord no ansuer gave.
42
Then did I bruise them small as dust,
By wynds disperst abroad,
And caist them out like myre in streets
Which vnder foot is trod.
The Fifth Part.
43
From vproars of the multitude
By the preserv'd; made head
Of heathen nations, not known,
To serve me I shall lead.
44
They at my fame shall stoup: to me
Do homage strangers shall.
45
They, frayd, shall fad away and leave
Their lurking places all.
46
The Lord doth live, blest be my Rock,
(My strength and solid stay);
The God of my salvation,
Exalted be for ay.
47
God who for me doth execute
Revenge, and doth subdue
48
My people vnder me; whose hand
Me saves, when foes persue.
Me over those that gainst me rise,
Thow raisest. Thow alone
Most gratiouslie delyvered hast
Mee from the cruell one.
49
Lord, therfore solemne thanks will I
Amongst the heathen give
To Thee; even to thyne holie name,
Sing prayses whill I live.
50
Delyverance great he gives his King;
To his anointed sure,
To David and his seed, for ay
His mercie shall endure.
