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Deus deus meus respice.
Psalm. xxii.
T.S
Dauid complayneth hymselfe to be broughte into suche extremities, that he is like a man desperate & past al hope, after declareth wherof,
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[The first parte.]
O God
my God, wherfore doest thou,
forsake me vtterly:
And helpest not when I doo make,
my greate complaynte and cry.
To thee my God euen all day longe,
I doo bothe crye and call?
I cease not all the night and yet,
thou hearest not at all.
forsake me vtterly:
And helpest not when I doo make,
my greate complaynte and cry.
To thee my God euen all day longe,
I doo bothe crye and call?
I cease not all the night and yet,
thou hearest not at all.
Euen thou that in thy sanctuary,
and holy place dost dwell:
Thou art the comfort and the ioye,
and glory of Israell,
And he in whom our fathers olde,
had all theyr hope for euer:
And when they put their trust in thee,
So diddest thou them deliuer.
and holy place dost dwell:
Thou art the comfort and the ioye,
and glory of Israell,
And he in whom our fathers olde,
had all theyr hope for euer:
And when they put their trust in thee,
So diddest thou them deliuer.
They were delyuered for euer, when
they called on thy name:
And for the fayth they had in thee,
they were not put to shame.
But I am nowe become a worme,
more like then any man:
And outcast whom the people scorne,
with all the spite they can.
they called on thy name:
And for the fayth they had in thee,
they were not put to shame.
But I am nowe become a worme,
more like then any man:
And outcast whom the people scorne,
with all the spite they can.
And me despise as they beholde,
me walking on the waye:
They gren, they mowe, they nod theyr heads,
and in this wyse they faye,
Thys man did glory in the Lorde,
his fauore and his loue:
Let him redeme and helpe hym nowe,
his power if he will proue.
me walking on the waye:
They gren, they mowe, they nod theyr heads,
and in this wyse they faye,
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his fauore and his loue:
Let him redeme and helpe hym nowe,
his power if he will proue.
The seconde parte.
Then Lorde depart not now from me
in thys my present gryef:
Since I haue none to be my helpe,
my succor and relyef.
So many bulles doo compasse me,
that be full strong of head:
Yea bulles so fat as though they had,
in Basan field be fed.
in thys my present gryef:
Since I haue none to be my helpe,
my succor and relyef.
So many bulles doo compasse me,
that be full strong of head:
Yea bulles so fat as though they had,
in Basan field be fed.
They gape vpon me gredely.
as though they would me slay:
Muche like a Lion roring out,
and ramping for his praye.
But I drop downe lyke water shed,
my ioyntes in sunder breake:
My hart doeth in my body melt,
lyke waxe against the heate.
as though they would me slay:
Muche like a Lion roring out,
and ramping for his praye.
But I drop downe lyke water shed,
my ioyntes in sunder breake:
My hart doeth in my body melt,
lyke waxe against the heate.
And like a potshard drithe my strength
my tonge it cleaueth fast:
Unto my iawes, and I am brought,
to dust of death at last.
And many dogges doo compas me,
and wicked counsell eke:
Conspire against me cursedlie,
they pearse my handes and fete.
my tonge it cleaueth fast:
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to dust of death at last.
And many dogges doo compas me,
and wicked counsell eke:
Conspire against me cursedlie,
they pearse my handes and fete.
I was tormented so that I,
might all my bones haue tolde:
Yet styll vpon me they doo loke,
and still they me beholde:
My garments they deuided eke,
in partes amonge them all:
And for my coate they did cast lottes,
to whom it might be fall.
might all my bones haue tolde:
Yet styll vpon me they doo loke,
and still they me beholde:
My garments they deuided eke,
in partes amonge them all:
And for my coate they did cast lottes,
to whom it might be fall.
Therfore I pray thee be not farre,
fro me at my great nead:
But rather sith thou arte my strength,
to helpe me (Lorde) make speade.
And frō the sword (Lord) saue my soule
by thy might and thy powre:
And kepe my soule thy darlyng deare,
from dogges that would deuoure.
fro me at my great nead:
But rather sith thou arte my strength,
to helpe me (Lorde) make speade.
And frō the sword (Lord) saue my soule
by thy might and thy powre:
And kepe my soule thy darlyng deare,
from dogges that would deuoure.
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The thirde parte.
All ye that feare hym prayse the Lorde: Thou
sede of Iacob honor hym:
And with al reuerence possible: thou sede
of Israell worship him.
For he despiseth not the poore,
he tourneth not awrye:
His countenaunce when they doo call,
but graunteth to theyr crye.
sede of Iacob honor hym:
And with al reuerence possible: thou sede
of Israell worship him.
For he despiseth not the poore,
he tourneth not awrye:
His countenaunce when they doo call,
but graunteth to theyr crye.
Among thy flocke that feare the Lorde,
I will therfore proclayme:
Thy prayse and kepe my promise made,
for settyng forth thy name.
The poore shall eate and be suffised,
and those that doo theyr deuer:
To knowe the Lorde shall prayse hys name,
theyr hartes shall lyue foreuer.
I will therfore proclayme:
Thy prayse and kepe my promise made,
for settyng forth thy name.
The poore shall eate and be suffised,
and those that doo theyr deuer:
To knowe the Lorde shall prayse hys name,
theyr hartes shall lyue foreuer.
All costes of earth shall prayse the Lorde,
and tourne to hym for grace:
The Heathen folke shall worship hym,
before his blessed face.
The kingdome of the Heathen folke,
the Lorde shall haue therfore:
And he shalbe their gouernor,
and kyng for euermore.
and tourne to hym for grace:
The Heathen folke shall worship hym,
before his blessed face.
The kingdome of the Heathen folke,
the Lorde shall haue therfore:
And he shalbe their gouernor,
and kyng for euermore.
The ryche men of his godly gyftes,
shall feede, and tast also:
And in hys presence worship hym,
and bow their knees full low.
And all that shall go downe to dust,
of lyfe by him must tast
My seed shall serue and praise his name
whyle any world shall last.
shall feede, and tast also:
And in hys presence worship hym,
and bow their knees full low.
And all that shall go downe to dust,
of lyfe by him must tast
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whyle any world shall last.
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