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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 .lvij. Psalme.
Be
mercifull to me (O God) be mercifull to me:
For the soule of thy pore seruant putteth hir trust in the.
For the soule of thy pore seruant putteth hir trust in the.
Under the shadowe of thy wynges, my hope is pytched faste:
Where myne onlye refuge shalbe, tyll wyckednes be paste.
I shal call & crie vnto God, that is highest of all:
To God I saye that doeth helpe me vp agayne when I fall.
To God I saye that doeth helpe me vp agayne when I fall.
The same shall send from heauen down & shall deliuer me:
From the reprofe of him that would my confusion see.
From the reprofe of him that would my confusion see.
He shall, I saye, send vnto me euen for his mercies sake:
And for the faythfull promise that, it pleased hym to make.
And for the faythfull promise that, it pleased hym to make.
My soule is set in the myddes of the lions full of Ire:
And I my selfe am layed amonge men that do flame wyth fyre.
And I my selfe am layed amonge men that do flame wyth fyre.
Theyr teeth are sharpe and persynge speres, and sharpe arowes I wene:
Theyr tonges are swerdes wel made to cute and are excedyng kene.
Theyr tonges are swerdes wel made to cute and are excedyng kene.
Set vp thy selfe (O God) aboue the heauens that are so hye:
And aboue all the earth exalte thy prayse & thy glorie.
And aboue all the earth exalte thy prayse & thy glorie.
A net they haue layed for my fete, and put my soule to blame:
They haue dygged a pyt for me, & are fallen in the same.
They haue dygged a pyt for me, & are fallen in the same.
To synge and geue the prayse (O God) myne hert is euer prest:
To set forth thy greate prayse, I saye, my mynd is redye dreste.
To set forth thy greate prayse, I saye, my mynd is redye dreste.
Awake my tonge and strength to speake, for thou arte my glorie:
Awake my lute and eke my harpe, for I wyll rise erlye.
Awake my lute and eke my harpe, for I wyll rise erlye.
Amonge the people wyll I geue thankes vnto the O Lord:
And amonge the heathen my tonge shall thy prayses recorde.
And amonge the heathen my tonge shall thy prayses recorde.
For the greatnes of thy mercie reacheth vp to the skye:
And thy faythfulnes & thy trueth, toucheth the starres so hye.
And thy faythfulnes & thy trueth, toucheth the starres so hye.
Set vp thy selfe (O God) aboue, the heauens that are so hye:
And aboue al the earth exalte, thy prayse & thy glorie.
And aboue al the earth exalte, thy prayse & thy glorie.
| 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] | |