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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 .xvi. Psalme.
Saue
me (O God) do thou vouchsalfe my defender to be:
Saue me I say, because I haue put my whole trust in the.
Saue me I say, because I haue put my whole trust in the.
Unto the Lorde thus haste thou sayde (O my soule within me:)
Thou arte my Lorde, and my goodnes nothinge can be lyke the.
Thou arte my Lorde, and my goodnes nothinge can be lyke the.
Wyth the sainctes that dwel in the earth and men of noble fame:
I am delyted, and wyth al myne hert I loue the same.
I am delyted, and wyth al myne hert I loue the same.
Thoughe men do encrease their Idoles & multiplye them styl:
And gredily seke for to haue other mens godes at wyl:
And gredily seke for to haue other mens godes at wyl:
Yet will I not tast the cup of their bloudy sacryfyce:
Nor with my mouth reherse the name of thē in any wyse.
Nor with my mouth reherse the name of thē in any wyse.
The Lorde is the porcyon of my part and cuppe certayne:
O Lorde, my lot and heritage, thou doest alwaye sustayne.
O Lorde, my lot and heritage, thou doest alwaye sustayne.
The coardes that measured my parte, in pleasaunt places fell:
Yea and a noble heritage chaunced to me ryght well.
Yea and a noble heritage chaunced to me ryght well.
The Lorde that hath ben my succour and counsell will I prayse:
For my verye reynes do enstructe me in the night alwayes.
For my verye reynes do enstructe me in the night alwayes.
I do prepone and set the Lord alwaye before myne eyes:
He is styll at my right hande, leaste I fall in anye wyse.
He is styll at my right hande, leaste I fall in anye wyse.
Wherfore myne herte shalbe ryght glad, so shall my tonge reioyce:
And my fleshe shal reste in safetye, wythoute tumult or noyse.
And my fleshe shal reste in safetye, wythoute tumult or noyse.
For thou shalt not forsake my soule at the sepulcherssyde:
Nor suffer that thine holy one do into the pit flyde.
Nor suffer that thine holy one do into the pit flyde.
The path of lyfe thou wylt shewe me, and full ioy in thy syght:
And the pleasures at thy ryght hād for euer daye and nyght.
And the pleasures at thy ryght hād for euer daye and nyght.
| 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] | |