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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 .lv. Psalme.
Geue
eare to my praier (O God) and do not thy selfe hyde:
From the humble petition, that I make at this tyde.
From the humble petition, that I make at this tyde.
Geue eare I saye to me (O God) & answere me againe:
For in my praier I make mone and greuously complayne.
And that through the outragiouse crie of enimies in dede:
And through the great vexatiō, of men that are wicked.
And through the great vexatiō, of men that are wicked.
Which wicked men do against me practise theyr wickednes:
And in theyr passynge great anger, put me to great distresse.
And in theyr passynge great anger, put me to great distresse.
Pensife & heauie is myne herte (Lord God) wythin my breste:
And the horrors and feares of death, haue me greatly oppreste.
And the horrors and feares of death, haue me greatly oppreste.
Excedynge great feare & tremblyng haue lighted on my lot:
And most horrible dread also, hath quelled me I wot.
And most horrible dread also, hath quelled me I wot.
Wherfore I saye, would God I had, wynges lyke vnto a doue:
For then would I flye hence where none of these thynges should me moue.
For then would I flye hence where none of these thynges should me moue.
Lo then would I get me far hence, and dwell in wildernes:
And would make haste for to escape this tempest of distresse.
And would make haste for to escape this tempest of distresse.
Destroy them Lorde and slit theyr tonges take on them no pitie:
For I haue sene vnrightuousnes & strife in the citie.
For I haue sene vnrightuousnes & strife in the citie.
These thynges compasse the walles ther of, boeth by daye and by nyght:
And in the myddes therof greuaunce, and wyckednes are pight.
And in the myddes therof greuaunce, and wyckednes are pight.
In it I saye is wyckednes, euen in the inner parte:
At no tyme do gyle and deceyte, out of hir stretes departe.
At no tyme do gyle and deceyte, out of hir stretes departe.
Of a man that had hated me, or that myne enmie were:
The proude checkes and the reuilynges, I could suffer and beare.
The proude checkes and the reuilynges, I could suffer and beare.
But sence thou art my capitayne, my felowe and my frend:
Thy reuylynges and threatenynge, do my mynd sore offende.
Thy reuylynges and threatenynge, do my mynd sore offende.
For we haue had swete and secrete, communication:
In the house of the Lord our God, and haue togither gone.
In the house of the Lord our God, and haue togither gone.
Lorde, let death strike them sodenlye, let them be buried, quicke:
For in theyr secrete houses, Lorde great wickednes doeth sticke.
For in theyr secrete houses, Lorde great wickednes doeth sticke.
As for me, I wyll crie to God, and will his mercie craue:
And then the Lord I am right sure, wyll his pore seruant saue.
And then the Lord I am right sure, wyll his pore seruant saue.
At euenynge, at morne and none tyde, I wyll mourne and complayne:
And then to heare his seruantes voyce, the Lorde wyll not disdayne.
It is he that delyuereth, his seruauntes soule in peace:
From all that lye in wayte for it, who are many doubles.
From all that lye in wayte for it, who are many doubles.
That God I saye that lyueth aye, shall heare his seruauntes prayer:
And shall plage them of whose mendment, men maye iustly dispayer.
And shall plage them of whose mendment, men maye iustly dispayer.
They feare not God, but laye handes on, such as cleaue vnto hym:
And so they breake hys couenaunt, and do it not esteme.
And so they breake hys couenaunt, and do it not esteme.
Theyr mouthes are softer then butter, yet are warres in theyr mynde:
Their wordes are muche more smoth then oyle, yet swerdes ye shall them fynde.
Their wordes are muche more smoth then oyle, yet swerdes ye shall them fynde.
O caste thy burden on the Lorde, and he shall the sustayne:
For he wyll not suffer the iuste, in troubles to remayne.
For he wyll not suffer the iuste, in troubles to remayne.
In the meane tyme (O God) thou shalt thrust headlynge in to hell:
The bloud thyrsty and disceyuers, that are fiers and cruell.
The bloud thyrsty and disceyuers, that are fiers and cruell.
They shall not lyue out halfe theyr tyme, nor halfe theyr lyfe dayes see:
But as for me (good Lorde) I wyll styll put my trust in the.
But as for me (good Lorde) I wyll styll put my trust in the.
| 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] | |