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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 .cxviij. Psalme.
Confesse
, confesse vnto the Lorde, for he is good I saye:
Confesse to hym for hys mercie, continueth for aye.
Confesse to hym for hys mercie, continueth for aye.
Nowe let Israell saye that his mercie dureth for aye:
And let Aharōs house saye that his goodnes doeth not decay.
And let Aharōs house saye that his goodnes doeth not decay.
Yea let all them that feare the Lorde, euē nowe stand forth and saye:
That his moste mercifull goodnes, cōtinueth for aye.
That his moste mercifull goodnes, cōtinueth for aye.
When I was in affliction, on God then called I:
And he graunted all my requeste, and that aboundauntly.
And he graunted all my requeste, and that aboundauntly.
Wherfore the Lorde takynge my parte, I wyll not stand in feare:
Of anythyng that mans wytte can inuent to do me deare.
Of anythyng that mans wytte can inuent to do me deare.
For when the Lorde is one of them, that cometh to helpe me:
Then shall I se all my desyre vpon myne enimie.
Then shall I se all my desyre vpon myne enimie.
For it is better to trust in the Lorde then in man vayne.
So is it to truste in the Lorde then in princes certayne.
So is it to truste in the Lorde then in princes certayne.
If all nations dyd hedge me, in compasse rownde about:
Yet do I trust by the Lordes name, to cutte me a waye out.
Yet do I trust by the Lordes name, to cutte me a waye out.
If they should compasse me aboute, I say, and hedge me in:
I do not doubt, by the Lordes name, awaye out for to wynne.
And though they compasse me about, lyke bees when they do swarme:
Yet shall they faynt lyke fyre in thornes, and do me little harme.
Yet shall they faynt lyke fyre in thornes, and do me little harme.
And I truste that through the Lordes name, wheron I do styll call:
I shall cutte a waye out and set myselfe fre from them all.
I shall cutte a waye out and set myselfe fre from them all.
Oh thou that waste myne enimie, thou madest me fall certayne:
But yet the Lorde hath holpen me, and set me vp agayne.
But yet the Lorde hath holpen me, and set me vp agayne.
For God it is that is my strength, my salfgard and my wealthe:
So is he my reioyceynge songe, & eke myne only health.
So is he my reioyceynge songe, & eke myne only health.
In the dwellynges of the ryghtuouse are ioyfull reioyceynges:
For theyr health receyued when the Lordes powre hath done greate thynges.
For theyr health receyued when the Lordes powre hath done greate thynges.
The Lordes ryght hand gate the better, the Lordes power dyd great thynges:
I shall not dye but lyue & shewe forth goddes myghtie doynges.
I shall not dye but lyue & shewe forth goddes myghtie doynges.
For God hath chastened me wel, & brought my stoute herte lowe:
But yet he hath not suffered, that I shoulde dye I knowe.
But yet he hath not suffered, that I shoulde dye I knowe.
Oh open vnto me the gates, of rightuousnes that I:
Maye enter in ther at (I saye) by the lordes free mercie.
Maye enter in ther at (I saye) by the lordes free mercie.
For other wyse none can enter by any holines:
When I am entred in therfore, to God wyll I confesse.
When I am entred in therfore, to God wyll I confesse.
This gate (I saye) of fre mercie, is the lordes gate therfore.
In at the which the rightuouse men, shal enter euer more.
In at the which the rightuouse men, shal enter euer more.
To the therfore (O Lorde) I wyll, confesse wyth herte and mynde:
Because thou haste hearde me and I, doin the myne health fynde,
Because thou haste hearde me and I, doin the myne health fynde,
For the stone that buildars caste out, is made the heade corner:
which thynge no doubt the Lord hath done, and we compt it wonder.
which thynge no doubt the Lord hath done, and we compt it wonder.
That daye therfore is it that the Lorde hath made at his wyll:
Let vs therfore in it reioyce, and be gladde in hert styll.
Let vs therfore in it reioyce, and be gladde in hert styll.
Ah Lorde kepe me, I the beseche, Ah Lord I besech the:
Geue thou a prosperouse successe, and good fortune to me.
Geue thou a prosperouse successe, and good fortune to me.
To him that cometh in the Lordes name we wyshe all good thynge.
And luckye thynges to you that are, in hys house abydynge.
God is the Lorde that bryngeth vs, lyght of prosperitie:
Wherfore to the aultare couers, do ye sacrifice tye.
Wherfore to the aultare couers, do ye sacrifice tye.
Thou arte my God, and vnto the, wyll I confesse alwaye:
And the wyll I extolle, for thou arte my lorde God I saye.
And the wyll I extolle, for thou arte my lorde God I saye.
Confesse, confesse vnto the Lorde, for he is good I saye:
Confesse to him for his mercie continueth for aye.
Confesse to him for his mercie continueth for aye.
| 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] | |