The whole Psalter translated into English Metre :: :: University of Virginia Library

Here playne do ye see: how the earthly man,
All sinne do commit in his hart that he can,
No loue can him moue: of the Lord for to see,
No feare can him stay: from hys errour to flee.

Dixit iniustus.

1

The wycked in hart: as I gesse is he bent,
All sinfull abuse: in hys lyfe to frequent:
Of God hath he not: any feare in hys eyes,
So wilfull he goes: in hys awkly deuyse.

2

For blyndly he vseth: for to flatter himselfe,
So pride hath hym puft: by his waltering wealth:
Untyll that his sinne: so behated of God,
Found out by his search: be dewrayed by his rod.

3

The wordes of hys mouth: be vnrightfully wayed,
In sleyghty deceyt: be they craftely layed:
Quyte ceased he hath: to behaue hym aryght,
Good deed for to do: hath he driuen from hys syght.

4

All mischiefe he dreames: to deuise in his bed,
From godly desertes: hath he turned hys hed:
No way that is good: hath he cleaued vnto,
No euill can he hate: but in it doth he go.

5

Thy mercy O Lord: to the heauen doth ascend,
Styll hym to abide: so to make hym amend:
Thy faythfulnes eke: to the cloudes doth amount,
Though graceles he be: not hys lyfe to recount.

6

Thy righteousnes standeth: like the mountayns on hye
Most stable it is: how so vaynly he lye:
Thy Iustice in domes: to the deepes be they lyke,
Frayle man with the beast: with thy helth for to seeke.

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7

How wondrous O God: is thy pityfull hart,
Thus man to relieue: in hys lyfe ouerthwart:
More suerly trust: may the chyldren of men,
Thy wynges shall them keepe: as her birdes doth ye hen

8

Full fed shall they be: by thy plenteous store,
Thy grace is so large: to thy prayse euermore:
Sweete drinke shall they haue: by thy deinty repast,
As floudes do we see: fro the sprynges to be cast.

9

For truly with thee: is the fountayne of lyfe,
All vertue in whom: may we spye to be rife:
No doubt in thy light: shall we light euer see,
And blynd shall we be: if we vary fro thee.

10

Continue to them: O thy fatherly grace,
Who knowe thy renome: who thy bounty embrace:
To them (do we craue): so thy iustice impart,
Who serue thee aright: in a purified hart.

11

One bone for my selfe: do I hartely pray,
No foote of the proud: that against me he laye:
And let not the hand: of the wickedly wight,
Confound me by sleight: so to vanguyshe my might.

12

Euen there are they fallen: in their crafty deuise,
These workers of euyll: be they neuer so nyse,
And cast be they downe: by thy powerfull hand,
Not able to ryse: neuer able to stand.