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The .xxij. Psalme.
My
God, my God, why dydest thou, forsake thy pore seruant?
From myne health & my roreynge crye, howe far art thou distant?
From myne health & my roreynge crye, howe far art thou distant?
By daye I call on the my God, but no answere I heare:
And eke by night, but vnto me no silence doeth appere.
And eke by night, but vnto me no silence doeth appere.
Yet art thou the holye rular of prayse in Israell:
Thou art, I saye, the holy one that emonge them doeth dwell.
Thou art, I saye, the holy one that emonge them doeth dwell.
Our fathers haue trusted in the, thou haste ben all theyr staye:
They haue trusted in the and thou haste set them free I saye.
They haue trusted in the and thou haste set them free I saye.
They haue cried to the I saye, and are deliuered:
They haue put all theyr trust in the, and are not ashamed.
They haue put all theyr trust in the, and are not ashamed.
As for me I am but a worme, I am no mā in dede:
I am an opprobrye of men, of people despised.
I am an opprobrye of men, of people despised.
So manye as do loke on me, do laugh at me alwaye:
They mocke, they mowe and moue theyr heades, and with them selfe they saye.
They mocke, they mowe and moue theyr heades, and with them selfe they saye.
He hath lette all thinges to the Lorde, let hym set him at large:
And for the loue he beareth hym, let the same him discharge.
And for the loue he beareth hym, let the same him discharge.
But thou art he (O Lorde) that haste oute of the wombe drawne me:
And in my suckynge dayes I dyd put all my trust in the.
And in my suckynge dayes I dyd put all my trust in the.
From the daye of my byrthe I haue bene lefte to the onlye:
And from my mothers wombe thou hast ben my God certaynely.
And from my mothers wombe thou hast ben my God certaynely.
Do not withdraw thy selfe farre of, be not from me absent:
For there is no man for to helpe and trouble is present.
For there is no man for to helpe and trouble is present.
Greate bulles haue compassed me rounde wyth an vnruly route:
And myghtye men of Basan haue beset me round aboute.
And myghtye men of Basan haue beset me round aboute.
Against me haue they opened their mouth wonderfull wyde:
Lyke as a lyon that rampeth and roreth in hys pryde.
Lyke as a lyon that rampeth and roreth in hys pryde.
I am poured out like water, my bones are set aparte:
And as the wax that is molten, so is in me myne herte.
And as the wax that is molten, so is in me myne herte.
My strength dryeth vp lyke a shell, and my tonge cleaueth faste:
To my chekes, and into the duste of deathe brought me to haste.
Dogges and ylle men haue me byset, and bounde me in their bandes:
And as a lyon they haue gnawen my fete, & eke myne handes.
And as a lyon they haue gnawen my fete, & eke myne handes.
I myght haue numbred al my bones, they were sene so planely:
But these men loke vpon me, and are delyted greatly.
But these men loke vpon me, and are delyted greatly.
They haue diuided emonge them all my garmentes I wotte:
And whyche of them shoulde haue my cote, they haue tryed by lotte.
And whyche of them shoulde haue my cote, they haue tryed by lotte.
But thou (O Lorde) be not farre of, O my strength and my powre:
Make haste (O Lorde) thy poore seruaunt for to helpe and succoure.
Make haste (O Lorde) thy poore seruaunt for to helpe and succoure.
Delyuer my soule from the sworde, and let not me be torne:
Wyth madde dogges, nor with lyons teeth, nor wyth vnicornes horne.
Wyth madde dogges, nor with lyons teeth, nor wyth vnicornes horne.
Thyne holy name will I declare to my brethren eche one:
And prayse the in the middle of the congregacyon.
And prayse the in the middle of the congregacyon.
All ye that feare the Lorde, prayse hym, prayse him all Iacobs seede:
And all the seede of Israel, feare ye the Lord in deede.
And all the seede of Israel, feare ye the Lord in deede.
For the poore mans afflyctyon he hath not neglected:
Neyther turned away hys face, but hearde, when he cryed.
Neyther turned away hys face, but hearde, when he cryed.
Beynge in a great concyon, I prayse the Lorde onely:
And in their syghte that do feare hym, my vowes perfourme will I.
And in their syghte that do feare hym, my vowes perfourme will I.
The poore & the abiect shal eate, they shal al haue their fyll:
Suche as seke the Lorde, shal prayse hym, & their herte shall lyue styll.
Suche as seke the Lorde, shal prayse hym, & their herte shall lyue styll.
And all the quartars of the earth, shall haue remors of mynde:
And shal conuert them to the Lord, as reasone doeth them bynde.
And shal conuert them to the Lord, as reasone doeth them bynde.
All the housholdes and families that on the earth be founde:
Shall humble them before hys face, and lye flat on the grounde.
Shall humble them before hys face, and lye flat on the grounde.
For vnto the Lord only al kingedom doeth appertayne:
And emonge the heathen people the Lorde hym selfe doeth raygne.
And emonge the heathen people the Lorde hym selfe doeth raygne.
The fat and welthy of the earth, shal eate and do worshype:
And all mysers shal bowe to hym, because he doeth them kepe.
And all mysers shal bowe to hym, because he doeth them kepe.
All such shal bowe their knees to hym, as do fall in the duste:
Because he kept their lyfe, when that they sayed, nedes dye we muste.
The ofspringe and posteritie shal him serue and obeye:
And for euer more vnto him their trybute shal they paye.
And for euer more vnto him their trybute shal they paye.
To the people that is not borne, they shall resort and tell:
Hys iustyce and hys equyte because it doeth excell.
Hys iustyce and hys equyte because it doeth excell.
| 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] | |