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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 .lvj. Psalme.
Be
mercifull to me (O God) for men wyll treade me downe:
They fyght agaynste, and trouble me dayly in fielde and towne.
They fyght agaynste, and trouble me dayly in fielde and towne.
Vnder theyr feete myne enimies, do treade me downe dayly:
For they that proudly fyght agaynst, thy seruaunt are many.
For they that proudly fyght agaynst, thy seruaunt are many.
Neuerthelesse, at euerie tyde, when feare inuadeth me:
Then do I put my confidēce and trust onely in the.
Then do I put my confidēce and trust onely in the.
In God I wyll set forth his worde, and in hym put my trust:
And as for men I do not passe, let them do what they luste.
And as for men I do not passe, let them do what they luste.
They are offended at my wordes, and do them dayly carpe:
All theyr studye is to hurt me, on this one strynge they harpe.
All theyr studye is to hurt me, on this one strynge they harpe.
They cluster & renne togither, they spye on euerie syde:
They watch my steppes because my death, of them is desyred.
They watch my steppes because my death, of them is desyred.
They haue a trust for to escape, but that is all in vayne:
For God wyll not in his anger whole natiōs, retrayne.
For God wyll not in his anger whole natiōs, retrayne.
My rennynges from myne enimies, in persecution:
Thou haste by numbre in thy boke, and eke my teares eche one.
Thou haste by numbre in thy boke, and eke my teares eche one.
So ofte as I call on thy name, myne enimies do flye:
Wherby that thou arte God my Lorde, I do knowe certenlye.
Wherby that thou arte God my Lorde, I do knowe certenlye.
Whatso euer God sendeth me, I wyl take in good parte:
And in the worde of God my Lorde, I shall conforte myne herte.
And in the worde of God my Lorde, I shall conforte myne herte.
In God my Lorde my confidence, & onlye trust shalbe:
I wyll not stande in dreade nor feare what man can do to me.
I wyll not stande in dreade nor feare what man can do to me.
To the wyll I paye al my vowes (O God) and wyll be hyght:
And paye to the boeth laude and prayse with all my mayne and myght.
And paye to the boeth laude and prayse with all my mayne and myght.
For thou sauest my soule from death, and my feete from fallynge:
That I maye walke before the in the lyght of the lyueynge.
That I maye walke before the in the lyght of the lyueynge.
| 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] | |