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The Whole Booke of Psalmes, collected into Englysh metre by T. Starnhold I. Hopkins & others: conferred with the Ebrue, with apt Notes to synge the[m] withal | ||
Domine quid multiplicati. sūt.
Psal. iii.
T.S.
Dauid being persecuted, & driuen out of his kingdome by his owne sonne Absalom was greatly tormented in minde for hys sinne against God: and therfore calleth vpon God, and waxeth bolde through hys promises, against the great terrors, of his enemies: yea, and againste deathe it selfe, whyche he sawe present before hys eyes. Finally he reioyseth for the good successe and victory, that God gaue hym and all the Churche ouer hys enemies.
5
O Lord
how are my foes increast,
which vexe me more & more,
They kil my hart when as they say,
God cā him not restore,
but thou,
O Lord, art my defence, whē I am harde bestead:
my worship & my honor bothe,
and thou holdst vp my hed.
which vexe me more & more,
They kil my hart when as they say,
God cā him not restore,
but thou,
O Lord, art my defence, whē I am harde bestead:
my worship & my honor bothe,
and thou holdst vp my hed.
Then with my voyce vpon the Lorde,
I did bothe call and cry:
And he out of his holy hill,
did heare me by and by.
I layde me downe, and quyetly,
I slept and rose agayne:
For why? I know assuredly,
The Lorde will me sustayn,
I did bothe call and cry:
And he out of his holy hill,
did heare me by and by.
6
I slept and rose agayne:
For why? I know assuredly,
The Lorde will me sustayn,
If ten thousande had hemde me in,
I could not be afrayde:
For thou art still my Lorde my God,
my sauiour and mine ayde.
Rise vp therfore, saue me my God,
for now to thee I call:
For thou hast broke the cheekes and teeth,
of these wicked men all.
I could not be afrayde:
For thou art still my Lorde my God,
my sauiour and mine ayde.
Rise vp therfore, saue me my God,
for now to thee I call:
For thou hast broke the cheekes and teeth,
of these wicked men all.
The Whole Booke of Psalmes, collected into Englysh metre by T. Starnhold I. Hopkins & others: conferred with the Ebrue, with apt Notes to synge the[m] withal | ||