Sir Thomas Smith: Literary and Linguistic Works [1542. 1549. 1568] Part I Certaigne psalmes or songues of David: translated into Englishe meter by Sir Thomas Smith, Knight, then Prisoner in the Tower of London, with other prayers and songues by him made to pas the tyme there. 1549 ... By Bror Danielsson |
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THE PSALME 152.
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THE PSALME 152.
Voce mea ad Dominum clamaui.
To thee o Lorde I crie and call, and my voice I do exalte,
To thee, o God, on my knees I fall, looking when help me thou shalt.
To thee, o God, on my knees I fall, looking when help me thou shalt.
To thee, o God, my complainct I powre, and salt teares I do shed.
I shew my Supplicacion, o Lorde, thee before, and desire it of thee to be redd.
I shew my Supplicacion, o Lorde, thee before, and desire it of thee to be redd.
In hevynes when my sprite was drownd, of my walk thou wert aware,
And knewe in the way where I was bownd, thei had laied for me a snare.
And knewe in the way where I was bownd, thei had laied for me a snare.
On my right hande I prie and toote, and look for freendship of men,
Alas I see there is no boote, now no man will me ken.
Alas I see there is no boote, now no man will me ken.
I haue no place wherto to flee, wherin I shuld have refuge.
No man careth for my lief I see, my grief be great and huge.
No man careth for my lief I see, my grief be great and huge.
Therfore, O Lorde, to thee I crie, thou art my hope alone.
Thow art my porcion I say boldely, in the land of the living one (sic).
Thow art my porcion I say boldely, in the land of the living one (sic).
Consider, o Lorde, this my complainct, and this my sorrowes grief.
I am brought lowe, I am full fainct, and in a great mischief.
I am brought lowe, I am full fainct, and in a great mischief.
Help, aid, o God, for thei are to stronge, that my lief doth seek and pursue,
For me to resist, and be among their terrible crie and hue.
For me to resist, and be among their terrible crie and hue.
Of prison, o Lord, bring my bodie out, that I may give prais to thi name,
And iust men will without any doubt resort to my company again.
And iust men will without any doubt resort to my company again.
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