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The .xxxviij. Psalme.
Lorde
checke thou not thy pore seruaunt in thyne hastie furie:
Neyther correct me in the heate, of thy melancholie.
Neyther correct me in the heate, of thy melancholie.
For thy shaftes be fastned in me, they styck faste in my syde:
And thy powre is more heauie on me then I maye abyde.
And thy powre is more heauie on me then I maye abyde.
Thorowe thy displeasure ther is in my fleshe nothynge sownde:
And by meanes of my synne no peace to my bones can be fownde.
For myne inequities do clyme ouer myne heade certayne:
And as an heauye burden are more then I can sustayne.
And as an heauye burden are more then I can sustayne.
And through myne owne fonde folyshnes my byles are rankelled:
And flowe out wyth matter that was in thē putrified.
And flowe out wyth matter that was in thē putrified.
I go croked, well moste two folde, and am preste downe greatly:
Euerie daye I walcke aboute wonderfull heauyly.
Euerie daye I walcke aboute wonderfull heauyly.
For a fowle and moste fylthy byle, doeth couer myne hyppe bone:
And in all the partes of my flesh, whole place do I fynde none.
And in all the partes of my flesh, whole place do I fynde none.
I am turmoyled and tossed and broken passynge sore:
And the great sorowe of myne herte, maketh me crye and rore.
And the great sorowe of myne herte, maketh me crye and rore.
O Lord thou doest all my desyre ryght wel perceyue and se:
And the depe syghynges of myne herte, are not vnknowne to the.
And the depe syghynges of myne herte, are not vnknowne to the.
Myne herte beateth wythin my brest my strength hath me fayled:
And the verie lyght of myne eies, is greatly decayed.
And the verie lyght of myne eies, is greatly decayed.
My frendes and my famyliars, stand on the other syde:
Ouer agaynste my wounde, and my neyghbours afarre of byde.
Ouer agaynste my wounde, and my neyghbours afarre of byde.
In the meane tyme such as do seke my lyf laye snares warelye:
And such as seke myne euell, speake euell, & do disceyte applye.
And such as seke myne euell, speake euell, & do disceyte applye.
But I am lyke one that is deafe, and do heare nought at all:
And lyke the dombe that doeth not ope his mouth to crye or call.
And lyke the dombe that doeth not ope his mouth to crye or call.
I am lyke vnto the man that doeth heare nothynge certayne:
Nor hath ought in hys mouth to make for him answere agayne.
Nor hath ought in hys mouth to make for him answere agayne.
For I tarie for the (O Lorde) I put my truste in the:
And thou (O Lorde) my God I saye, shalt make answere for me.
And thou (O Lorde) my God I saye, shalt make answere for me.
For thus I thought (O Lorde) let not so great reioyceyng be:
Emonge them that do when I slyde, make suche bragges agaynst me.
Emonge them that do when I slyde, make suche bragges agaynst me.
For nowe it standeth so wyth me, that I muste lyue lame aye:
And my sorowe can neuer go frō me by nyght nor daye.
And my sorowe can neuer go frō me by nyght nor daye.
For I do styll confesse my faute, and myne iniquitie:
And for my synne I am troubled in herte excedyngly.
But in the meane tyme myne enmies do lyue and be made stronge:
And they encrease that wythout cause, hate me and do me wronge.
And they encrease that wythout cause, hate me and do me wronge.
And they that requite euell for good are agaynst me sore bent:
Because I folowe the thynge that is good wyth full consent.
Because I folowe the thynge that is good wyth full consent.
Forsake me not (O Lorde my God) stande not for of from me:
Make thou haste to helpe me (O Lorde) for myne health lyeth in the.
Make thou haste to helpe me (O Lorde) for myne health lyeth in the.
| 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] | |