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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 .l. Psalme.
God
that is Lorde of iudges, spake, and dyd togither cal:
As many as do dwelle frō the sunne rysynge to his falle.
As many as do dwelle frō the sunne rysynge to his falle.
The moste noble & famouse God, out of Sion shall shyne:
And geue a perfecte presidente of beautie in mens eiene.
And geue a perfecte presidente of beautie in mens eiene.
Our God shall come vnfainedly, wyth fyre before his face:
And on eche syde a fierse hurle wynde, his enimies to chase.
And on eche syde a fierse hurle wynde, his enimies to chase.
The heauen aboue and earth byneth, he shall vnto hym call:
That wyth iudgmēt he maye cōtend against his people all.
Gather to me myne holy ones, that woulde seme so presyse:
And that made me a couenaūte concernynge sacrifice.
And that made me a couenaūte concernynge sacrifice.
Brynge them hyther & the heauens shall theyr iustice declare:
And God himselfe shall be theyr iudge whoe knoweth what they are.
And God himselfe shall be theyr iudge whoe knoweth what they are.
Geue eare (O ye that wyll be my people) for nowe speake I:
O Israel geue eare for nowe I wyll thy matter trye.
O Israel geue eare for nowe I wyll thy matter trye.
Geue eare to me I saye for I am God of powre myghtie:
I am thy God (O Israell) I tell the certenlye.
I am thy God (O Israell) I tell the certenlye.
I wyll not blame the for the lacke of doynge sacrifice:
For I se thye brent offeringes daylye before myne eies.
For I se thye brent offeringes daylye before myne eies.
I haue no nede to take of the a calfe or a bullocke:
Neither the gote that feadeth in thy cote or in thy flocke.
Neither the gote that feadeth in thy cote or in thy flocke.
For all the wylde beastes of the earth are myne owne good in dede:
So are al the beastes that do on a thousand mountaynes fede.
I knowe the foules of the mountaynes, I saye I knowe them all:
And in my powre are all the beastes, that in the fieldes do cralle.
And in my powre are all the beastes, that in the fieldes do cralle.
If I should chaunce to be hungry, I nede not to tell the:
Syth the rounde worlde is myne wyth al the thynges that therin be.
Syth the rounde worlde is myne wyth al the thynges that therin be.
What, do you thyncke that I wyll eate the fleshe of bulles myghtie?
Or dryncke the bloude of gotes that ye do shede so plentuousely?
Or dryncke the bloude of gotes that ye do shede so plentuousely?
Sacrifice thou prayse vnto God, and paye in any wyse:
Unto the moste hygh thy vowes and thynges that thou dost promise.
Unto the moste hygh thy vowes and thynges that thou dost promise.
When thou arte in aduersitie, then on me se thou crye:
And when I shall deliuer the, then set forth my glorie.
And when I shall deliuer the, then set forth my glorie.
But God sayeth to the vngodlye, what cometh in thy brayne?
That to rehearse my sacramentes, thou doest neuer refrayne.
That to rehearse my sacramentes, thou doest neuer refrayne.
Whye doest thou bragge of my comnante, wyth wordes to none effect?
Seynge thou hateste all knoledge, and doest my wordes reiect.
If it chaunce the to se a thefe, in him thou haste delyght.
And wyth the shamelesse whore hunttars, thy parte is also pyght.
And wyth the shamelesse whore hunttars, thy parte is also pyght.
Thy mouth thou haste addyct to euel and for to speake amysse:
And thy tonge doeth styll frame the thynge, that moste disceytfull is.
And thy tonge doeth styll frame the thynge, that moste disceytfull is.
Thou sytteste in iudgmēt and doest speake agaynst thy brother:
And doest reuile moste spitfully, the sonne of thy mother.
And doest reuile moste spitfully, the sonne of thy mother.
Thus haste thou done, and whē I do, let as I dyd not se:
Thou doeste I magyne that I am in al poyntes lyke to the.
Thou doeste I magyne that I am in al poyntes lyke to the.
I wyl therfore contende wyth the, and declare thy trespase:
And in order I wyl set forth, thy faultes before thy face.
And in order I wyl set forth, thy faultes before thy face.
I praye you vnderstande this thynge, you that haue forgotte God:
Whether ther be any that can preserue you from my rodde.
Whether ther be any that can preserue you from my rodde.
Who so maketh sacrifice of prayse doeth glorifie me:
And this is ye way wherby he shall Godes saueynge health see.
And this is ye way wherby he shall Godes saueynge health see.
| 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] | |