The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule Set foorth by Sir William Leighton |
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| Seauen Psalmes of Dauids repentance commonly called Penitentiall Psalmes. |
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 | The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule |  |
Seauen Psalmes of Dauids repentance commonly called Penitentiall Psalmes.
Psalmes. 6.
1
I am thy childe, O God most deere,then fatherly doe chasten me:
In irefull wrath as iudge seuere,
correct not mine impiety.
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2
For Lord to thee still turnes my hope,(because thy mercies haue no end)
Euen as the lowly heleetrope,
vnto the lofty sun doth bend.
3
Forgiue me Lord for I am weake,angry rebuke, I may not dure:
My vexed boanes through paines doe breake
with mercies mirth doe them recure.
4
Dire anguish stickes in troubled soule,with Oyle of grace do it alay:
My conscience sting doth me controule,
thy comforts doe not long delay.
5
In debth no man remembreth thee,nor offreth thankes vnto thy name:
In darksome graue how is he free?
to celebrate thy glorious fame.
6
I am a weary of my groanes,all night I wash my couch with teares:
Wearing my selfe away with moanes,
my hart is quite consum'd with feares.
7
My beauties gon with very griefe,and worne with anguish of my foes:
But thou at last wilt send reliefe,
to me my God in spight of those.
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8
Away from me you wicked traine,and workers of iniquity:
My weeping hath not bin in vaine,
for thou at length hast heard my cry.
9
My prayers Lord thou wilt embrace,and all mine enimies confound:
With sudden shame thou wilt deface,
and make them leuell with the ground.
FINIS.
Psalme. 32.
1
Blest is he, whose vnrighteousnes,the Lord hath pardoned and bin:
So carefull of, in his distresse,
to hide and couer all his sinne.
2
O blessed is that man againe,to whom the Lord imputes no fault:
And in whose spr'it no guile doth raigne,
his soule with error to assault.
3
Whilst I in silence yet forbore,my flesh with languor gan to faint:
And all my bones to nothing wore,
by reason of my dayly plaint.
4
Thy heauy hand doth make me quaile,and tremble too, both night and day:
My heart and soule with drynes faile,
my moysture is consum'd away.
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5
My fault's to thee, I will vnfould,to God my sinnes I haue expos'd:
As vnto him the truth I tould,
so he with mercy me enclos'd.
6
Therefore to thee, the pure shall pray,in season due, with zealous ground:
For in the floods there is no stay,
in waters deepe thou art not found.
7
Thou art my stocke and stay secure,with songs of ioy I am confin'd:
Thou art my rocke and countermure,
from all annoy I am enshrin'd.
8
I will instruct thee in thy way,my eye shall euer be thy guide:
That thou maist neuer erre nor stray,
nor yet thy foot-steps once to slide.
9
Be not like to the Mule disturb'd,that reason doth not vnderstand:
Nor to the horse which must be curb'd,
before thou canst his force commaund.
10
Sorrow and woe remaine for those,that wicked are and loue discord:
But mercy still shall him enclose,
which puts his trust in God the Lord.
11
Be ioyfull O yee righteous then,lift vp your soules with cheerefull voice:
All yee that are pure hearted men,
in great Iehouah, still reioyce.
FINIS.
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Psalme. 38.
1
Pvt me not to rebuke and shame,nor in thine anger chasten me:
O righteous God, for thy great name,
pardon my sinnes and set me free.
2
In me thine arrowes fast doe sticke,thy heauy hand doth presse me downe:
My flesh, my bones, and heart are sicke,
when thou in wrath on me dost frowne.
3
I haue no rest in any ioynt,by reason of my deadly sinne:
With balme of mercy me annoynt,
and bring me to thy heauenly Inne.
4
My dismall deeds doe plunge me soare,like rageing billowes of the maine:
O waft me to thy blissefull shoare,
and be mine Anchor-hould againe.
5
My festred wounds breed mine annoy,by reason of my foolish guyze:
Chasing my heart and soule from ioy,
all day I mourne with wofull cryes.
6
Full of diseases are my loynes,and limmes decay in euery part:
Longuor vnto my flesh adioynes,
and anguishment consumes my heart.
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7
Thou knowest all my hearts desires,my groanings are not hid from thee:
Extinguish these outragious fires,
O Lord and cure mine agonie.
8
My heart doth pant, my strength doth faile,my neighbours did their loue exchang:
And darkenesse did my sight assaile,
my very kindred waxed strang.
9
Mine enimies that sought my life,layd snares for me in euery place:
Plodding all day to worke my strife,
and bring my name into disgrace.
10
But as one deafe that could not heare,their taunting scoffes I did neglect:
And like the dumb did speech forbeare,
for thou their slaunders wilt correct.
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For in thee euer doe I trust,to right my wrongs and plead for mee:
Against my foes O God most iust,
for all reuenge belongs to thee.
12
Of the most humbly I did craue,that they in tryumph should not rise:
If I by chaunce a foile might haue,
they would exalt with ioyfull cries.
13
With deadly plagues I am beset,and heauy thoughts in me doe stay:
My horrid sinnes Ile nere forget,
but mourne for them both night and day.
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14
My cruell foes are great in strength,and they in number doe exceed:
Therefore O Lord ayde me at length,
and succour me in time of neede.
Psalme. 51.
1
Lord of thy mercies multitude,and goodnes great I doe implore:
My hainous sinnes from me exclude,
and sanctifie me euermore.
2
Wash me cleane from my wickednesse,and purge me from my sinfull crimes:
That I may neuer more transgresse,
but glorifie thy name all times.
3
For I acknowledge all my faults,my sinnes are euer in mine eyne:
Defend me still in all assaults,
thou know'st O Lord my soule is thine.
4
Gainst thee alone was mine offence,my sinnes lay open to thy view:
Therefore the Lord's Omnipotence,
(if I were cast) is iust and trew.
5
Behould I first was form'd in sinne,and from my mother so was borne:
And so (poore soule) continue in,
yet let me neuer be forlorne.
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6
But loe the truth thou do'st require,from the interiour parts of mine:
And then my soule thou shalt inspire,
with prudence, secret and Diuine.
7
Purge me with Hisop, then I know,although my sinnes are wondrous blacke:
I shall be whiter then the Snow,
no brightnes then, my soule can lacke.
8
O Lord into my wounded heart,send downe thy spirits ioyfull voice:
That my brus'd bones in euery part,
which thou hast broken may reioyce.
9
From mine offences turne thy face,and Purge me from mine euill deeds:
Increase in me thy spirit of grace,
from whence new birth of heart proceeds,
10
Let me not from thy presens part,take not thy holy spirit from me:
But be a comfort to my heart,
still with me, let thy spirit be.
11
And then the man that doth transgresse,I shall reclaime from wicked waies:
O free me from bloud guiltienesse,
that I may sing thy rightfull praise.
12
O Lord doe thou my lips vnfould,that open'd mouth may offer praise:
Which is the sacrifice of ould,
gratefull to thee in all my daies.
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A contrite heart thou dost require,for a sweete smelling sacrifice:
A broken spirit is thy desire,
which at no time thou wilt despise.
14
Be gratious Lord to Sions hill,and Salems wales build and repaire:
Then Calues and Lambes we'le offer still,
vpon thine Alter fat and faire.
FINIS.
Psalmes. 102.
1
O heare my prayers Lord and let,my mournefull moanes to thee assend
Hide not thy face nor me forget,
in time of trouble me defend.
2
Encline thine eares vnto my call,heare me O God and that right soone:
Support me euer least I fall,
both Morning, Euening, Night, & Noone.
3
My daies like smoake consume away,my bones are burnt, my heart is dead:
And withered like grasse or hay,
that I forget to eat my bread.
4
My flesh will scarce cleaue to my boanes,I am become so weake a man:
And worne away with grieuous groanes,
like to some Owle or Pellican.
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5
In watching I haue spent the night,and like a sparrow all alone:
That on some houses top doth light,
disconsolate I made my moane,
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All the day long I am reuil'd,by those which are against me sworne:
And lead a life like one exil'd,
and of his country quite forlorne.
7
For I [like bread] did ashes eate,and powred teares into my cup.
Cause in thy wrath and anger great,
thou threw'st me downe & took'st me vp.
8
My daies doe like a shadow passe,but thou for euer Lord art sure:
And I am wither'd vp like grasse,
but thy remembrance still shall dure.
9
O Lord arise and pitty take,with Sion let thy mercy stand:
Good God euen for thy meries sake,
for now the time is full at hand.
10
For why thy seruants Meditate,vpon her stoanes with greeuance iust:
To see her lye so ruinate,
deuoid of comfort in the dust.
11
The heathens, then thy name shall feare,and earthly Kings thy maiesty:
When thou O Lord shalt Sion neare,
vnto her glorious dignity.
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And then all Nations of the earth,which vex the poore with furious hate:
Shall quake and tremble at thy breath
when thou shalt helpe the desolate.
13
This shalbe written on Record,for vnborne babes which shall ensue:
That they may lawd the liuing Lord,
and magnifie his iudgements true.
14
The Lord lookt from his mighty throane,and glorious seate of maiestie:
That he might heare the playning moane,
of Captiues then adiudg'd to die.
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That they in Salem might declare,the glorious name of God the Lord:
How he of Sion tooke such care,
as with his mercy did accord.
16
My strength in progresse down he broughtand suddainely cut of my daies:
To spare me yet I him besought,
till riper age, when life decayes.
17
Thy yeares O Lord endure for aye,there is no limmit to thy times:
For thou did'st the foundations lay,
of heauenly Spheres, and earthly Climes.
18
Thy handy workes shall weare away,but thou for euer wilt endure:
They like a garment shall decay,
thy yeares, eternall are most sure.
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Thy Seruants, Children shall remaine,and their posterities abide:
And they in heauen with thee shall raigne,
in earth stand fast and neuer slide.
Psalme. 130.
1
Ovt of the deepe to thee I cry'd,therefore O Lord heare thou my voice,
Oh let thine eares to me be ty'd,
that I in thee may still reioyce.
2
If thou O Lord wilt be seuere,to note in me what is amisse:
Thy iudgments I might iustly feare,
dispairing of thy heauenly blisse.
3
But thou art mercyfull O God,and still thy grace doth most abound:
To them that reuerence thy rod,
thy fauour euer wil be found.
4
On thee O Lord I did attend,and in thy word repos'd my trust:
Till thou thy light to me did'st send,
and raise me vp euen from the dust.
5
Trust in the Lord, O Israell,his mercies rich as sands on shore:
Redemption great with him doth dwell,
in bounteous plenty: plenteous store.
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Then he from sinne will thee redeeme,and ransome home, from foule offence:
Houlding thee in as great esteeme,
as Adam in his innocence.
Psalme. 144.
1
To my Petitions bow thine eare,good Lord consider my desire:
O comfort me in dreadfull feare,
for thy truths sake I thee require.
2
With vs in iudgment enter not,no man is righteous in thy sight:
O let thine anger be forgot,
and thine Annoynted vs acquite.
3
The enemy hath vex't my soule,and cast my life downe to the ground:
My boanes in darkenes he doth roule,
that like a dead man I am found.
4
Therefore my spirit, is opprest,my heart within me grieued sore:
That I can finde no quiet rest,
but desolation euer-more.
5
Yet former times to minde I call,musing vpon thy workes begun:
And exercise my selfe in all,
the wondrous acts which thou hast done.
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To thee, doe I stretch out my hand,and vnto thee my soule doth groane:
Euen as the dry and thirsty land,
that for her moisture maketh moane.
7
Heare me O Lord, and that with speed.because my spirit waxeth spare:
Hide not thy face in time of neede,
least that I fall into the snare.
8
O let thy comfortable loue,betimes into my soule distill:
And let thy spirit like a Doue,
dwell in my heart and keepe me still.
9
Vpon thee onely I depend,direct me in the perfect way:
And guide me to my iourneyes end,
for thou art my support and stay.
10
Good Lord defend me from my foes,for vnto thee I fly for ayd:
Vnder thy wings hide me from those,
that for my soule, their snares haue layd.
11
Teach me to doe the thing a-right,that may be pleasing to thy minde:
And amiable in thy sight,
that I, thy fauour still may finde,
12
Thou art my God and onely guide,which dost protect me with thy hand:
O let thy spirit with me a-bide,
and lead me to the holy land.
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For thy names sake, Lord quicken me.and for thy righteousnes I craue:
O set my soule from troubles free,
and let it neuer see the graue.
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And for thy goodnes sake destroy,mine enemies that me pursue:
And to my soule would worke annoy,
O Lord confound that damned crew.
I am thy seruant O my God,
Deare Father guide me with thy rod.
FINIS.
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