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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 .xliiij. Psalme.
O God
we haue hearde wyth oure eares our fathers haue vs tolde:
The worckes yt thou dydest in theyr tymes, and in the verneyers olde.
The worckes yt thou dydest in theyr tymes, and in the verneyers olde.
To plant them in, thou haste by force, dryuen the heathen out:
Thou haste afflicted nations, but hast made these men stoute.
Thou haste afflicted nations, but hast made these men stoute.
They dyd not wynne the lande neither theyr health by theyr owne myght:
But by thy powre & thy fauoure that hadste in them delyght.
But by thy powre & thy fauoure that hadste in them delyght.
And thou thyselfe (O God I saye) arte my Lorde and my kynge:
Let the health of Iacob him selfe be at thy disposeynge.
Let the health of Iacob him selfe be at thy disposeynge.
Through the we shall shake them of that vex vs in any wyse:
And through thy name we shal neglect them that agaynste vs rise.
And through thy name we shal neglect them that agaynste vs rise.
I wyl not put my confidence, nor my trust in my bowe:
For my sword or other weapon shall not saue me I knowe.
But thou doest preserue and kepe vs from our aduersaries:
And doest make them ashamed that do hate vs in such wise.
And doest make them ashamed that do hate vs in such wise.
In God we do dayly reioyce, in God we do glorie:
And thy name do we celebrate (O God) eternallye.
And thy name do we celebrate (O God) eternallye.
But thou hast caste vs of and hast brought vs to open shame:
Thou goest not forth wyth our armies, nor doest prospere the same.
Thou goest not forth wyth our armies, nor doest prospere the same.
Thou turnest vs to flyght before our enimies I saye:
And they that hate vs moste deadly do carie home the praye.
And they that hate vs moste deadly do carie home the praye.
Thou haste appoynted vs as shepe, chosen to be kylled:
And emonge Heathen nations thou haste vs scattered.
And emonge Heathen nations thou haste vs scattered.
Thou hast solde thy people for nought this do we se full well:
Thou doest not reyse the price of thē settyng them out to sell.
Thou doest not reyse the price of thē settyng them out to sell.
To be reuiled of oure neyghbours, thou doest set vs out:
And makest vs a mockynge stocke, to them that dwell about.
And makest vs a mockynge stocke, to them that dwell about.
Thou makest vs a matter for the heathen to talke of:
And a worthy matter wherat all nations maye scoffe.
And a worthy matter wherat all nations maye scoffe.
Myne ignominie & reproch, is dayly in my syght:
And shame hath couered my face, to thyncke on theyr despyght.
And shame hath couered my face, to thyncke on theyr despyght.
I blushe I saye to heare the talke of them that rayle at me:
And for my foes and such as would so fayne reuenged be.
And for my foes and such as would so fayne reuenged be.
All these thynges do happen to vs, yet we forget the not:
Neyther be we founde vnfaythfull, in thy comnaunt I wot.
Neyther be we founde vnfaythfull, in thy comnaunt I wot.
Our herte returneth not backe warde, we fauour thy wayes styll:
Neither do our steppes swarue a syde, from thy pathes and thy wyll.
Neither do our steppes swarue a syde, from thy pathes and thy wyll.
When thou dydste waste vs in the place where the greate dragons were:
And couer vs wyth the shadowe of death whych man doeth feare:
And couer vs wyth the shadowe of death whych man doeth feare:
If we had then forgote the name of our God and our kynge:
Declareynge our hertes to a straynge God of mans inuentynge:
Declareynge our hertes to a straynge God of mans inuentynge:
Thyncke ye God woulde not haue required it in continent?
For he knoweth the secretes of the hert and the intent.
But for thy sake we are kylled dayly, this is certayne:
And are estemed as a flocke appoynted to be slayne.
And are estemed as a flocke appoynted to be slayne.
Awake, whye doest thou sheepe (O Lorde) awake (O Lorde) I saye:
Do not caste of thy pore seruantes & forsake them for aye.
Do not caste of thy pore seruantes & forsake them for aye.
Whye doeste thou hyde thy face from vs and thy bryght countenaunce?
Forgettynge our affliction and oure deadly greauaunce?
Forgettynge our affliction and oure deadly greauaunce?
For our lyfe is made very base, no better then the duste:
Our bealy cleaneth to the grownde, to lyue we haue no luste.
Our bealy cleaneth to the grownde, to lyue we haue no luste.
Arise, helpe vs (O Lord I saye) in this our great distresse:
Redeme vs for thy greate mercie and for thy greate goodnes.
Redeme vs for thy greate mercie and for thy greate goodnes.
| 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] | |