The whole Psalter translated into English Metre which contayneth an hundreth and fifty Psalmes |
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Psalme. XXXI.
The Argument.
Thus Dauid prayed from Saule so scapte: in letter thankth he so:But Christ is ment: vvith all hys church: for sprite & bodies vvo
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In thee O Lord I put my trust: let me neuer be shamde:Rid me in thy true righteousnes: which thou for me hast framde.
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Bow downe thine eare make hast to me: deliuerd that I be:Be thou my fort, my rocke so ferme: so stabled iust by thee.
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Thou art my rocke & castell sure: my fortres large and wide:For thy names sake lord lead me forth: be thou my light and guide.
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My foote O Lord draw out of net: full priuy set for me:Thou art my strength as I haue said: al hope doth rest in thee.
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To thy good hands I yelde my sprite: O lord to thy great ruthe,Thou hast redemd me certenly: O lord thou God of truthe.
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I hate their superstition: who holde of vanitie,where iust hath bene my confidence: O Lord alway in thee.
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I will be glad and eke reioyce: for thyne humanitie:For thou didst note my soules distresse: my state aduerse to see.
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In cruell hand of deadly foes: thou hast not shut me vp:But set my feete at large in roume: thou temperstd so my cup.
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Haue mercy Lord vpon my wo: myne eyes therin consume:My soule and eke my body sore: much payne they do resume.
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My lyfe is wast in heauines: my yeares in mournynges wayle:My strength is falne for myne offence: my bones beginne to quayle
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A scorne I am among my foen: but most to neyghbourhed:A feare I was to daily frende: seene out of dores they fled.
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I am so cleane cast out of mynd: as dead man layd in graue:I am become a vessel broke: which no man list to haue.
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I saw so great conspiracy: of men in counsayle met:My feare encreast whan they dyd rise: my soule to trap in net.
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But yet my hope hath bene in thee: O Lord I thus dyd say,Thou art my God my trusty God: thou wilt me kepe for aye.
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My dayes be set in thy good handes: ryd me from all my foes:Whose handes be set to persecute: to lade my soule wyth woes.
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Thy gentle light of countinance: shew me thy seruaunt poore:Saue me O Lord by mercy great: I trust therto the more.
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And let me not confounded be: O Lord of thee I craue:Confounded be all wicked men: in silence put to graue.
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Let lyeng lips be stopt to speake: to whist downe lowe be thrust:In cruell spite disdaynfully: they prate agaynst the iust.
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How is thy grace so plentifull, prepard in store to bee:For righteous men which thee do feare: as Adams broode may see.
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To hide them safe euen iust by thee: from all prouokyng men:Thine eies in house will kepe them sure: from tonges yt venim [illeg.]
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O thankes be due to this the Lord: whose pity such I felt:As I with forte were closed in: or I in citye dwelt.
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Though whan I fled and felt excesse: I sayd thou me despisde:Yet when I cryde thou heardst my voyce: in humble sute deuisde.
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O Loue the Lord ye all his saintes: the Lord the iust preseruth,The doer prowd he thorowly: rewardth as he deseruth.
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Be strong in hart: most manfully,For he your hartes shall strength:
All ye that wayte the Lord so good,
O trust ye hym at length.
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