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Psalme. XXII.
The Argument.
Lo Dauid here,Christes type doth beare
in anguishe all be set
For here in summe
Christes passion
and rising iust be met
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My God my God: regard me God,why hast me left alone?
To make so farre: my health to iarre
from wordes of my great mone?
2
My God I cry: as day doth pry,and yet thou geuest none eare:
No rest by night I take in sight,
no silence any where.
3
Yet holdst thy will: in thee so still?as onely good thy selfe?
Thou Iacobs prayse: thy selfe vp rayse,
they sang alwayes thy health.
4
Our fathers olde: on thee were bolde,to hope, and had theyr ease:
As oft as they: to thee did pray,
theyr troubles then dyd cease.
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5
They cald on thee: and helpe therby,thou gauest to them anone:
They layd theyr trust: on thee so iust,
and scapt confusion.
6
Concernyng mee: a worme to see,I am, no man of pryce:
A scorne all day: a cast away,
of men in theyr deuyce.
7
All they that mee: wyth eye dyd see,hye scornes to me they layd:
Wyth lips they mowd: with knees they bowd
they shooke theyr hed and sayd.
8
In God he set: affiaunce great,let hym than rid hym quyte:
Deliuer hee: to make hym free,
for hym he pleasth in sight.
9
Yet he thou art: that dydst depart,my mothers wombe from me:
At both her brestes in quyet rest,
thou nurst me tenderly.
10
I was whole cast: on thee full fast,from that my mothers pappe:
No dout from thence: in sure defence,
thou God keptst me in lappe.
11
Fro me to go: oh do not so,for trouble is at hand:
No helpe of man: optayne I can,
in thee my refuge standth.
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12
Wylde buls most stout: flocke me about,by me full fierce they ryde:
Fat buls in deede: as Basan feede,
be set on euery side.
13
My death to shape: wyth mouthes they gape,on me they stare I say:
They swell and stampe: as Lyons rampe,
when they do rore at pray.
14
Out am I cast: as water wast,my bones in ioyntes be lose:
My hart wythin: doth melt and pyne,
as waxe by fier dose.
15
As potsherd dry: my strength doth lye,to mouth my tong cleau'th fast:
To death in dust: thou hast me thrust,
thus made I am agast.
16
Yea dogs full grim: haue closde me in,in councels mad they meete:
Besiegd I stand: of wicked hand,
they pearst my hand and feete.
17
My bones to tell: I may full well,at me they gase and stare:
They did delite: in my despite,
they dyd deryde my care.
18
My clothes they part: wyth ioyfull hart,as spoyle the sowgiers do:
For that my cote: they cast theyr lot,
for that vnsowed was so.
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19
But be not far: my gouerner,O Lord my castle strong:
Thy mercy send: and me defend,
in hast, no tyme prolong.
20
From sworde and knyfe: discharge my lyfe,my soule lest they deuoure:
Keepe well my soule: as derlyng fole,
from dogges theyr handes and power.
21
O kepe in awe: the Lyons iawe,saue me from them that byte:
From all the hornes of Unicornes,
protect me Lord of myght.
22
Thy power and name: I shall declame,to all my bretherne met:
Glad wyll I rayse: in church thy prayse,
in congregation set.
23
The Lord who fearth: with lawds draw nere,all Iacobs seede hym prayse:
Feare ye hym well: all Israell,
hym magnify alwayes.
24
He wyll aduise: and not despise,the poore for low degree:
He hydth no face: in tyme and place,
my prayer heard hath hee.
25
I purpose mee: to speake of thee,in church thy prayse to sprede:
My vowes so plight: in iust mens sight,
I will perfourme in dede.
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26
The meeke his brede: shall eate full fed,and prayse the Lord all day:
For God who seekth: hys prayse he keepth,
theyr hart shall lyue for aye.
27
The world so brode: will turne to God,whyle thys they call to hart:
Before hys face: all folke in place,
shall honour hym impart.
28
All kyngdomes stand: to God as bond,theyr trybes and kynredes eke:
And them in raigne: he shall retayne,
all quarters them to seke.
29
The fat shall fede: and serue in drede,they all shall worshyp ryfe:
Yea dead men all: to hym shall fall,
who gaue theyr soules no lyfe.
30
My seede and bloud: thys Lord so goodshall serue in worship free:
And thus my stocke: as God hys flocke,
shall iust reputed bee.
31
They shall proceede: to shew in deede,to people thence to come:
Gods iustice great: from heauenly seat,
what he to them hath done.
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