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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 .xxvij. Psalme.
The
Lord is my lyght & mine health, of whome shoulde I feare take?
The Lord is the strength of my life, who shoulde cause me to quake?
The Lord is the strength of my life, who shoulde cause me to quake?
Whylse ylle men set their men in raye, my fleshe for to deuour:
Myne enmyes dyd stumble and fall, none coulde be their succoure.
Myne enmyes dyd stumble and fall, none coulde be their succoure.
Thoughe whole armyes shoulde bysydge me, myne herte shall nothinge feare:
And though warres shoulde growe agaynst me, yet woulde I not despeare.
And though warres shoulde growe agaynst me, yet woulde I not despeare.
I haue axte one thynge of the Lorde, and wyll requyre the same:
That I maye dwell all my lyfe tyme in hys house wythoute blame.
That I maye dwell all my lyfe tyme in hys house wythoute blame.
That I may se the Lordes beautie, so wōderfull in syght:
And walke about all hys temple, that is so goodly dyght.
And walke about all hys temple, that is so goodly dyght.
For in hys tent he wyll hyde me in tyme of myserie:
He will hyde me in the secrete of hys tent pryuelye.
He will hyde me in the secrete of hys tent pryuelye.
He wyl lyfte me vp on the rocke, he wyll lyfte vp myne heade:
Aboue my deadly enimyes, that haue me cōpassed.
Aboue my deadly enimyes, that haue me cōpassed.
I wyll offer sacryfyces in hys tente with syngynge:
I wyl synge and reherse an hymne vnto the Lorde our kynge.
I wyl synge and reherse an hymne vnto the Lorde our kynge.
O Lorde heare thou my voyce, wherwyth I do vpon thy call:
Be mercyfull to me I saye, and heare my prayers all.
Be mercyfull to me I saye, and heare my prayers all.
For thy sake hath myne herte sayde thus, seke the Lorde, O my face:
For I will endeuour (O Lorde) thy fauoure to purchase.
For I will endeuour (O Lorde) thy fauoure to purchase.
Hyde not nor turne thy face from me, for thou art my succour:
Leaue me not of nor forsake me, O God my sauiour.
Leaue me not of nor forsake me, O God my sauiour.
For when my father and mother forsake me vtterly:
Then doeth the Lorde gather me vp, and kepe me in salfetie.
Then doeth the Lorde gather me vp, and kepe me in salfetie.
Teache me thy waye Lorde, and lead me in a path that is ryght:
For their sakes that lay wayte for me, to take me yf they myght.
For their sakes that lay wayte for me, to take me yf they myght.
Geue me not vp to their pleasure, that wyth me be angry:
For false wytnes stode agaynst me, & threate me iniurie.
Saue that I truste to se the pleasure of the Lorde of myght:
In the lande of the lyuyng, I had dispeared out ryght.
In the lande of the lyuyng, I had dispeared out ryght.
Loke for the Lord, truste in hym styl, make thyne herte stoute and stronge:
And tarye for the Lorde I saye, reuenge not thyne owne wronge.
And tarye for the Lorde I saye, reuenge not thyne owne wronge.
| 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] | |