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

Meeke Dauid prayde: and ceased nat,
In wo dismayde: nye dead in that,
Yet so arayde: he faltred nat,
In God he stayde: he altered nat,
No further strayde: he varied nat,
But thus he sayde: he taried nat.

Domine ne in furore.

1

O Lord to sore: correct me not,
In angers store: oh checkt me not,
For sinne the sore: abiect me not,
O Lord abiect me not.

2

Thy irefull dartes: be asperous,
They pricke my hart: most dolorous,
Thy hand so smart: is burdenous.
Reiect me not.

3

There is no helth: in all my flesh,
Thy wrath my wealth: doth so represse,
My bones themselfe: for sinne want peace.
Abuse me not.

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4

My sinnes my heede: haue ouerflown,
As heauy lead: they be so grown,
Theyr fearefull dread: haue down me thrown
Refuse me not.

5

My woundes do ren: and sore they stinke,
Alasse the dynne: them when I thinke,
My folish sinne: I do forethinke.
Despise me not.

6

In far great wo: lowe am I brought,
My trespace so: my payn hath wrought,
Al day I go in mournyng thought.
Repryse me not.

7

My loynes are fyld: with sore disease,
My fleshe is spyld: and haue none ease:
Al parts be styld none haue release.
Suppresse me not

8

Full weake I lye: deiect in stresse,
I roard on hye: In carefulnes,
My hart ye spye: remedylesse.
Oppresse me not.

9

O Lord thou spiest: what would I fayne,
And thou aduisest: my gronyng payne,
Yet me denyest: to helpe agayne.
Represse me not

10

My hart doth pant: ah wofull wight,
My strength is scant: and all my might,
Myne eyes do want: their sence and light.
Bewound me not.

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11

My louyng frendes: from me they flee,
Wyth careles myndes: my griefes they see,
My kinne them wyndes: full far fro me.
Confound me not.

12

My foes which sought: my lyfe to spill,
Close snares they wrought: to catch me euil,
They talkt of nought: to trap me still.
Beshame me not.

13

I yet kept me: as deafe I were,
As dumme to see: in tong and eare,
Theyr scornes at eye: I dyd them beare.
Defame me not.

14

As one I say: wythout an eare,
My mouth all day: I dyd not stere:
No checkes I lay: to all thys geare.
Deface me not.

15

For Lord in thee: I had my trust,
My God most free: thou art so iust,
And thou for mee: still aunswer must.
Disgrace me not.

16

As thee my guide: I prayd in voyce,
That they to wyde: should not reioyce,
To see me slide: to fall in choyce.
Abase me not.

17

For sinnefull det: such plages to beare,
In dolour great: it made me feare,
My hart is fret: to feele them neare.
Detrude me not.

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18

I wyll confesse: my wyckednes,
My sinnes excesse: in heauines,
O Lord my stresse: the more redresse.
Exclude me not.

19

My foes be strong: they lyue at ease,
They hate me wrong: they do not cease,
By heapes in throng: on me they prease.
Detect me not.

20

Who dyd requyte: my good wyth euill,
They dyd me spyte: they would me spill,
For that the ryght I did fulfill.
Deiect me not.

21

Thou seest my state: forsake me not,
To theyr great hate: betake me not,
Lord God to late: awake thou not.
Forsake me not.

22

My Lord of wealth: oh tary not,
From thee thy selfe: oh vary not,
That I in health: miscary not,
My Lord my God: O tary not.
Oh tary not.