Ad te domine leuaui.
Psalm. xxv.
T.S.
The Prophet touched with the consideration of his sinnes, and
also greued with the cruell malice of his enemies, prayeth to god
most feruently to haue his sinnes forgeuen, especially suche as he
had committed in his youth. He beginneth euery verse according to the Ebrue letters two or three except.
[The first parte.]
I lift
mine hart to the
my god & guide most iust.
Now suffer me to take no shame,
for in thee do I trust.
Let not my foes reioyce,
nor make a scorne of me,
And let them not be ouerthrowē
that put their trust in thee.
But shame shall them befall,
whyche harme them wrongfully:
Therfore thy pathes & thy rightwaies,
vnto me Lorde descry.
Direct me in thy trueth,
and teache me I thee pray:
Thou art my God and sauiour,
on thee I wayte alway.
Thy mercyes manifolde,
I pray thee Lorde remember:
And eke thy pitye plentifull,
for they haue ben for euer.
Remember not the fautes,
and frailtie of my youth:
Remembre not how ignorant,
I haue ben of thy trouth:
Nor after my desertes,
let me thy mercy fynde:
But of thyne owne beningnitie,
Lorde haue me in thy mynde.
His mercy is full swete,
hys truthe a perfect guyde:
Therfore the Lorde wyll sinners teach
and suche as go asyde.
The humble he will teache,
hys precepts to kepe:
He wyll direct in all hys wayes,
the lowly and the meke,
For all the wayes of God,
are trueth and mercy bothe:
To them that kepe hys testament,
the witnes of his trouth.
The seconde parte.
Now for thy holy name,
O Lorde I thee intreat:
To graunt me pardon for my sinne,
for it is wondrous great,
True felicitye standeth in the feare of God.
Who so doeth feare the Lorde,
the Lorde doeth him direct:
To leade his lyfe in suche awaye,
as he doeth best accept.
His soule shall euermore,
in goodnes dwell and stande:
His seede and his posteritie,
inherite shall the lande,
All those that feare the Lorde,
know hys secret intent:
And vnto them he doth declare,
hys wyll and testament.
Mine eyes and eke my hart,
to hym I wyll aduaunce:
That pluckt my fete our of the snare,
of sinne and ignoraunce.
With mercy me beholde,
to thee I make my mone:
For I am poore and desolate,
and comfortles alone.
The troubles of mine hart,
are multiplyed in dede:
Bring me out of this misery,
necessitiy and nede.
Beholde my pouertie,
mine anguish and my payne:
Remit my sinne and myne offence,
and make me cleane agayne:
O Lorde beholde my foes,
how they doo styll increase:
Pursuing me with deadly hate,
that fayne would lyue in peace.
Preserue and kepe my soule,
and eke deliuer me:
And let me not be ouerthrowne,
because I trust in thee.
Let my simple purenes,
me from mine enemies shend:
Because I loke, as one of thyne,
that thou shouldest me defend.
Deliuer Lorde thy folke,
and send them some relief:
I meane thy chosen Israell,
from all theyr payne and grief.
