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The whole Psalter translated into English Metre

which contayneth an hundreth and fifty Psalmes

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Psalme. III.

The Argument.

This Psalme endight
How troubled sprite
may comfort haue of God.
As woe be gone
From Absalon
meke Dauid fled so brode.

Domine quid.


1

O Lord how ill: encrease they still,
that trouble me so sore?
Full many rise: in spitefull wise,
agaynst me more and more.

2

Right many one: whan I do mone,
alasse my soule they fret:
They say I haue: no God to saue,

Sela


oh this temptation great.

3

But yet O Lord: thou wilt accord,
as shielde to fence my soule:
My worship cleare: thou art full deare,
my hed thou wilt extoll.

4

I did but mone: with voyce alone,
to God my Lorde in will:
He heard me iust: as I dyd trust,
from his so holy hill.

Sela


5

I layde me downe: I slept full sound,
and vp I rose agayne:
For God me kept: where safe I slept,
his grace dyd me sustayne.

6

6

To be afrayde: or yet dismayde,
for thousandes ten, what neede?
They go about: to driue me out,
but God will dull theyr speede.

7

Up Lord saue mee: my God most free,
on cheeke thou smitest my foes:
Well hast thou chrust: theyr teeth to dust,
of such as wicked goes.

8

Unto the Lord: by truthes recorde,
belongth all sauing helth:
Thy blessing hand: so nie doth stand,
to worke thy peoples welth.