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Domine ne in furore.
Psal. 38.
Dauid lying sicke of some grieuous disease; acknowledgeth himselfe to be chastised of God for his sinnes, and therefore prayeth God to turne away his wrath. He vttereth the greatnesse of his griefes by many words and circumstances: as, wounded with the arrowes of Gods ire, forsaken of his friends, euill intreated of his enemies. But in the end, with firme confidence he commendeth his cause to God, and hopeth for speedy help at his hand.
Lord checke me not, vntill thy rage be past,
nor chastise me in thine incens'd ire;
For, in my Flesh thy Shafts are fixed fast;
and thy Hand quels me, that would faine a pire.
nor chastise me in thine incens'd ire;
For, in my Flesh thy Shafts are fixed fast;
and thy Hand quels me, that would faine a pire.
Thy Wrath hath fill'd my Flesh with all annoy,
(for, Sinne's the sore; the salue, sore-sicknesse is:)
And, in my bones I can no rest enioy,
because their Marrow them hath mou'd amisse.
(for, Sinne's the sore; the salue, sore-sicknesse is:)
And, in my bones I can no rest enioy,
because their Marrow them hath mou'd amisse.
For mine ambitious Sinnes climbe o'er my Head,
and, as a breake-necke Burden, me oppresse:
My wounds (which they haue made) with filth are fed,
and ranckled sore, through my worse foolishnesse.
and, as a breake-necke Burden, me oppresse:
My wounds (which they haue made) with filth are fed,
and ranckled sore, through my worse foolishnesse.
I am made crooked vnderneath this loade,
deform'd, and wretched; yea, it breakes my backe:
So, all the day with griefe I make aboad,
or mourning goe, as those that comfort lacke.
deform'd, and wretched; yea, it breakes my backe:
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or mourning goe, as those that comfort lacke.
For, (ah) my loynes, that lodg'd but Sinne before,
now harbour nought but restlesse Malady:
No health is in my flesh; for, all is sore:
so sore that anguish makes me (roaring) cry.
now harbour nought but restlesse Malady:
No health is in my flesh; for, all is sore:
so sore that anguish makes me (roaring) cry.
But, Lord, thou know'st the Summe of my desires,
because my Plaints still tell it in thine eares;
My Heart is vext, my strength from me retires;
nay, more, mine Eyes are blinded with my teares.
because my Plaints still tell it in thine eares;
My Heart is vext, my strength from me retires;
nay, more, mine Eyes are blinded with my teares.
My friends (in shew, when thou didst fauour me)
like foes (in deed) now me (poore me) withstand:
Nay, those, in bloud that were my neerest, be
now furthest off; and lend nor heart nor hand.
like foes (in deed) now me (poore me) withstand:
Nay, those, in bloud that were my neerest, be
now furthest off; and lend nor heart nor hand.
And they that seeke my life, lay Traps to take
that life; or (at the least) me to vndoe:
And but of guile and spoile they euer speake;
and put in practise what they speake of too.
that life; or (at the least) me to vndoe:
And but of guile and spoile they euer speake;
and put in practise what they speake of too.
But I (poore I) as deafe, would nothing heare:
(for poore Soules must not hear what must offend)
And, as one dumbe, I still my selfe did beare,
that gaue no more reproofes then eare did lend.
(for poore Soules must not hear what must offend)
And, as one dumbe, I still my selfe did beare,
that gaue no more reproofes then eare did lend.
Yet is my hope in thee that hearest all
my sighes and grones, sith they increase for Sinne.
Then let mine Enemies ne'er see my fall;
who, when I doe but trip, triumph therein.
my sighes and grones, sith they increase for Sinne.
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who, when I doe but trip, triumph therein.
I am at point to perish; and my Woes
and cause thereof, I euer beare in minde:
For, I, with griefe, confesse mine ouerthrowes,
that lost thy Grace, which now I seeke to finde,
and cause thereof, I euer beare in minde:
For, I, with griefe, confesse mine ouerthrowes,
that lost thy Grace, which now I seeke to finde,
But, still my Foes doe liue, and strong are made,
strong in their friends, their places, purse and armes,
And they that hate me (causelesse) and inuade
me (forcelesse) many be; the more my harmes.
strong in their friends, their places, purse and armes,
And they that hate me (causelesse) and inuade
me (forcelesse) many be; the more my harmes.
They (monsters) likewise, that doe ill for good
oppose me still, sith goodnesse I ensue:
Then, haste thee (Lord) to help me (so withstood)
and leaue me not among this cursed crue.
oppose me still, sith goodnesse I ensue:
Then, haste thee (Lord) to help me (so withstood)
and leaue me not among this cursed crue.
To God the Father (which we doe adore)
and to the Sonne, and to their blessed Spirit,
All glory be, as it was heretofore,
is and still shall be through Worlds infinite.
and to the Sonne, and to their blessed Spirit,
All glory be, as it was heretofore,
is and still shall be through Worlds infinite.
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