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 | 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] |  |
The .xl. Psalme.
After
I had long loked for the Lord ryght carefully:
At laste he dyd geue hede to me & hearken to my crye.
At laste he dyd geue hede to me & hearken to my crye.
From that wretched pyt and thycke myre, he hath pulled me out:
He hath set me vpon the stone, and made my fote steppes stoute.
And in my mouth he hath set a newe songe prayse to our God:
Which thynge many shall se and feare, and shall trust in the Lorde.
Which thynge many shall se and feare, and shall trust in the Lorde.
That man is bleste that euer shall make the Lorde his defence:
And shall not paue vpon the proude, nor men of lyght credence.
And shall not paue vpon the proude, nor men of lyght credence.
O Lorde my God, thou hast wrought and done many thynges in dede:
Thy wonderfull worckes done for vs, can not be numbered.
Thy wonderfull worckes done for vs, can not be numbered.
Which if I shoulde once take in hande, to set forth and declare:
Many moe then I can nūbre I knowe ryght well they are.
Many moe then I can nūbre I knowe ryght well they are.
Sacrifice and meate offeryng, thou doest not loue I knowe:
But hast bored myne eares thorow, makyng me base and lowe.
But hast bored myne eares thorow, makyng me base and lowe.
Thou haste made me thy bonde seruant, and haste not required:
Brent offeringe nor sacrifice for synne to be offred.
Brent offeringe nor sacrifice for synne to be offred.
Then dyd I saye, beholde I am redie at hand wyth the:
In the first pagine of the boke it is wrytten of me.
In the first pagine of the boke it is wrytten of me.
I assent (O my God) to do all that thou doeste allowe:
And in the myddes of my bowelles thy lawe is placed nowe.
And in the myddes of my bowelles thy lawe is placed nowe.
I haue preached thy rightuousnes, in a greate companie:
Lo, I neuer forbade my lyppes, this knowste thou certenly.
Lo, I neuer forbade my lyppes, this knowste thou certenly.
Thy rightuousnes I haue not kept, wyth in myne herte secret:
Thy sure promises and thy health, I haue styll abroade set.
Thy sure promises and thy health, I haue styll abroade set.
I haue not ceased to declare, in a great concion:
Thy goodnes and thy veritie, thy mercies Lorde ech one.
Thy goodnes and thy veritie, thy mercies Lorde ech one.
Neyther doest thou kepe backe (O Lorde) from me thy mercies free:
Thy goodnes and thy veritie, do euermore kepe me:
Thy goodnes and thy veritie, do euermore kepe me:
Because innumerable euelles, had so oppressed me:
My synnes dyd so possesse me that I coulde none of them see.
My synnes dyd so possesse me that I coulde none of them see.
They were many moe in number then the heares of myne heade:
Wherfore myne herte hath fayled me, I became lyke one deade.
Wherfore myne herte hath fayled me, I became lyke one deade.
Letit please the therfore (O Lorde) to set thy seruant fre:
Make haste (O Lorde) do not tarie but come and succour me.
Let them suffer shame and reproufe that seke my soule to kyll:
And let them be dryuen backe wyth shame, that delyte in myne yll.
And let them be dryuen backe wyth shame, that delyte in myne yll.
Let them that saye haha, haha, to me in scornefull wyse:
Be quite wasted because they dyd my rebuke enterpryse.
Be quite wasted because they dyd my rebuke enterpryse.
Let such as do seke the, reioyse and eke be glad in the:
And let them that loue thyne health saye, praysed myght the Lorde be.
And let them that loue thyne health saye, praysed myght the Lorde be.
But I am afflicted and pore, the Lord careth for me:
Thou art myne helpe and redemer, my God do not tarie.
Thou art myne helpe and redemer, my God do not tarie.
| 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] | |