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The .xxx. Psalme.
I wyl
prayse the (O Lorde) because thou haste me broke and worne:
But haste not suffered my foes, for to laugh me to scorne.
But haste not suffered my foes, for to laugh me to scorne.
O Lorde my God, in my sycknes I haue cryed to the:
I haue called on the, I saye, and thou haste healed me.
I haue called on the, I saye, and thou haste healed me.
Lorde thou haste called my soule backe, frō the brym of the pyt:
And haste restored me, that I shoulde not fal into it.
And haste restored me, that I shoulde not fal into it.
Ye that haue felt the Lordes mercye, synge a Psalme vnto hym:
Set forth the memorye of hys holynes with an hymne.
Set forth the memorye of hys holynes with an hymne.
For his anger bydeth not longe, and when he is pleased:
He geueth lyfe vnto ech man, that hath on hym trusted.
He geueth lyfe vnto ech man, that hath on hym trusted.
Though they come home wepeynge at nyght wyth a sorowefull voyce:
Yett in the morne cometh gladnes, they shal agayne reioyce.
Yett in the morne cometh gladnes, they shal agayne reioyce.
Certenly I sayde in this wyse in my prosperitie:
I wyll neuer bowe nor yet bend, but stande vp styll stoutly.
I wyll neuer bowe nor yet bend, but stande vp styll stoutly.
For thou (O Lorde) hadst placed strength on thy seruantes mountayne:
But as sone as thy face was hyd, I was troubled agayne.
But as sone as thy face was hyd, I was troubled agayne.
Unto the my Lorde dyd I calle, in this myne heauie case:
And dyd wyth moste erneste prayar, fall downe before thy face.
And dyd wyth moste erneste prayar, fall downe before thy face.
What should my bloude profyte if I should go downe to the pyt?
Shall dust prayse the? or shall thy trueth be declared by it?
Shall dust prayse the? or shall thy trueth be declared by it?
O Lorde, heare and graunt my requeste, be mercifull to me:
O Lorde I saye be thou myne helpe I hūbly besech the.
O Lorde I saye be thou myne helpe I hūbly besech the.
My wepynd and waylyng thou hast into a dawnce turned:
So haste thou loosed my sakcloth, & me wyth ioye clothed.
Wherfore ech man shal synge to the, glorie wythouten staye:
O Lorde my God for euer more I wyll prayse the I saye.
O Lorde my God for euer more I wyll prayse the I saye.
| 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] | |