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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 .xvij. Psalme.
Lorde
heare the thynge that rightuouse is, geue eare vnto my crye:
Marcke wel ye prayer that I make to the vnfaynedly.
Marcke wel ye prayer that I make to the vnfaynedly.
Let my iudgment procede from the, iudge me Lorde in thy syght:
And let thyne eies consyder well, all suche thynges as are ryght.
And let thyne eies consyder well, all suche thynges as are ryght.
Thou hast searched myne hert throughly, and visyte me by nyght:
Thou haste tryed me, yet canste thou not, blame any thynge by ryght.
Thou haste tryed me, yet canste thou not, blame any thynge by ryght.
For the secret thoughtes of myne herte, & my wordes do agre:
The secrete thoughtes & open wordes, are all one thinge in me.
The secrete thoughtes & open wordes, are all one thinge in me.
In the affayres of mortall men, I haue taken good hede:
Of the wayes of the destroyer, for that thou haste preached.
Of the wayes of the destroyer, for that thou haste preached.
Grounde thou my steppes therfore, I say, Lorde in thy fote pathes all:
Leste that my fete should siyp and I shoulde be redy to falle.
Leste that my fete should siyp and I shoulde be redy to falle.
On the I call (O God) for thou arte wout to graunt to me:
Geue eare to me and heare my worde, Lorde God I beseche the.
Geue eare to me and heare my worde, Lorde God I beseche the.
O thou that by thy powr kepeste, suche as do trust in the:
From theyr enmyes, make thy mercies wonderfull vpon me.
Kepe me as the eie apple, and vnder thy wynges me hyde:
From the wicked that vse to waste, and my foes on eche syde.
From the wicked that vse to waste, and my foes on eche syde.
Wyth theyr fatnes and greate richesse, my wayes they haue stopped:
And wyth theyr mouth presumptuouselye, proude wordes they haue framed.
And wyth theyr mouth presumptuouselye, proude wordes they haue framed.
Euen nowe they do beset our wayes and eke compasse them rounde:
And ernestly they do seke to stake theyr nettes to the grownde.
And ernestly they do seke to stake theyr nettes to the grownde.
Myne enmye is as the lyō, that rampeth for hys praye:
And as the lyons whelpe that doeth lurcke in his den I saye.
And as the lyons whelpe that doeth lurcke in his den I saye.
Arise (O Lord) preuent thou hym, cast him downe by thy myght:
Set my soule free from the wycked, that is thy swerde to fyght.
Set my soule free from the wycked, that is thy swerde to fyght.
Set me free from these mortall men, that are thy powre and hand:
Lord set me free from them whose mynde, to worldly thynges doeth stande.
Lord set me free from them whose mynde, to worldly thynges doeth stande.
Set me free from them that do seke theyr portion in this lyfe:
Out of thy storehouse fyll theyr mawse, therby to ende theyr stryfe.
Out of thy storehouse fyll theyr mawse, therby to ende theyr stryfe.
That theyr chyldrē maye haue wherwith them selues to satisfie:
And that there maye be some what lefte to theyr posteritie.
And that there maye be some what lefte to theyr posteritie.
But I wyll loke vpon thy face in ryghtuousnes in dede:
And when I shall ryselyke to the, I shall be satisfied.
And when I shall ryselyke to the, I shall be satisfied.
| 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] | |