Domine in furore tuo arguas me. 1.
Psal. vi.
T.S
When Dauid by hys sinnes hathe prouoked Gods wrathe, & nowe
felt not only hys hand against hym, but also conceyued the horrors of
deathe euerlastyng: he desireth forgeuenes, bewayling that if God
toke him away in hys indignation. he shoulde lacke occasion to praise
him as he was wonte to doo whilest he was amongest men. Then so
deinly felyng Gods mercy, he sharpely rebuketh his enemyes, which reioyseth in hys afliction.
Lord
in thy wrath reproue me not
though I deserue thyne ire:
Ne yet correcte me in thy rage,
O Lorde I thee desire.
For I am weake therfore O Lorde
of mercy me forbeare,
and heale me Lorde: for why thou knowest
my bones do quake for feare.
My soule is troubled very sore,
and vexed vehemently
But Lorde how long wilt thou delay
to cure my miserie?
Lord, turne thee to thy wonted grace,
my sely soule vp take:
Oh saue me, not for my desertes,
but for thy mercies sake.
For why? no man among the dead,
He feared not
so muche the death of the body but trembled as it wer for fear
of gods iudgement, & so waxed dim and cold not praise God.
remembreth thee one whit:
Or who shall worship thee (O Lorde)
in the infernall pit?
So greuous is my plaint and mone,
that I waxe wonderous faint:
All the night long I wash my bed,
with teares of my complaint.
My sight is dymme and waxeth olde,
with anguishe of mine hert
Heb. mine eye is eaten as, with wormes.
For feare of those that be my foes,
and would my soule subuert.
But nowe a way from me all ye,
God sendeth comfort & boldenes in affliction.
that worke iniquitie
For why? the Lord hath heard the woyce,
of my complaint and crye.
He heard not onely the request,
and praier of my heart.
But it receiued at my hande,
and toke it in good part.
And nowe my foes, that vexed me,
the Lord will sone defame.
And sodenly confunde them all,
to theyr rebuke and shame.
