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Domine ne in furore.
Psalm. 38.
I.H.
Dauid lying sicke of some greuous disease, acknowlegeth him selfe to be chastysed of the Lorde for his sinnes, and therfore prayeth God to tourne away his wrath, he vttereth the greatnes of his grief by many wordes and circumstances, as wounded with the arrowes of gods Ire, forsaken of his frends, euell entreated of his enemies, but in the ende with firme confidence he cōmendeth his cause to God, & hopeth for spedie helpe at hys hande.
[The first parte.]
Put
me not to rebuke, O Lorde,
in thy prouoked ire:
Ne in thy heauy wrath, O Lorde,
Correct me I desire.
Thine arowes doo sticke fast in me,
thy hand doth presse me sore:
And in my flesh no health at all,
appeareth any more.
in thy prouoked ire:
Ne in thy heauy wrath, O Lorde,
Correct me I desire.
Thine arowes doo sticke fast in me,
thy hand doth presse me sore:
And in my flesh no health at all,
appeareth any more.
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And all thys is by reason of,
thy wrath that I am in:
Nor any rest is in my bones.
by reason of my synne.
For, loe my wicked doinges, Lorde,
aboue my hed are gone,
As greater lode then I can beare,
they lye me sore vpon.
thy wrath that I am in:
Nor any rest is in my bones.
by reason of my synne.
For, loe my wicked doinges, Lorde,
aboue my hed are gone,
As greater lode then I can beare,
they lye me sore vpon.
My woundes stinck and are festred so
as lothesome is to see.
Which all through mine owne folishnes
betideth vnto me.
And I in carefull wise am brought,
in trouble and distres:
That I go wayling all the day
my dulfull heauines.
as lothesome is to see.
Which all through mine owne folishnes
betideth vnto me.
And I in carefull wise am brought,
in trouble and distres:
That I go wayling all the day
my dulfull heauines.
My loynes are fild with sore disease,
my flesh hath no whole parte:
I feble am and broken sore,
I rore for grefe of hart.
Thou knowst, Lord, my desire: my grones
are open in thy syght:
My hart doth pant, my strēgth hath faild
mine eyes haue lost theyr lyght.
my flesh hath no whole parte:
I feble am and broken sore,
I rore for grefe of hart.
Thou knowst, Lord, my desire: my grones
are open in thy syght:
My hart doth pant, my strēgth hath faild
mine eyes haue lost theyr lyght.
My louers and my wonted frendes.
stand lokyng in my woe:
And eke my kinesmen far away,
are me departed froe.
They that did seke my life, layd snares,
and they that sought the way:
To doo me hurt, spake lyes and thought,
on treason all the day.
stand lokyng in my woe:
And eke my kinesmen far away,
are me departed froe.
They that did seke my life, layd snares,
and they that sought the way:
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on treason all the day.
The secōd parte.
But as a deefe man I became,
that cannot heare at all:
And as one dumme that opens not,
his mouth to speake withall,
For all my confidence, O Lorde,
is wholly set in thee:
O Lord, thou Lorde that art my God,
thou shalt geue eare to me.
that cannot heare at all:
And as one dumme that opens not,
his mouth to speake withall,
For all my confidence, O Lorde,
is wholly set in thee:
O Lord, thou Lorde that art my God,
thou shalt geue eare to me.
This I did craue, that they, my foes,
triumphe not ouer me:
For when my foote did slip then they,
did ioy my fall to see.
And truly I poore wretch am set,
in plage a wofull wight:
And eke my grefefull heauines.
is euer in my sight.
triumphe not ouer me:
For when my foote did slip then they,
did ioy my fall to see.
And truly I poore wretch am set,
in plage a wofull wight:
And eke my grefefull heauines.
is euer in my sight.
For whyle that In my wickednes,
in humble wise confesse,
And while I for my sinfull dedes,
my sorow doo expresse,
My fooes doo still remayne alyue,
and mighty are also:
And they that hate me wrongfully,
in number hugely growe.
in humble wise confesse,
And while I for my sinfull dedes,
my sorow doo expresse,
My fooes doo still remayne alyue,
and mighty are also:
And they that hate me wrongfully,
in number hugely growe.
They stande agaynste me, that my God,
with euell doo repay,
Because that good and honest thynges,
I doo ensue alway.
Forsake me not, O Lolde, my God,
be thou not far away:
Hast, me to help, my Lord my God,
my safety and my stay.
with euell doo repay,
Because that good and honest thynges,
I doo ensue alway.
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be thou not far away:
Hast, me to help, my Lord my God,
my safety and my stay.
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