The .lxxj. Psalme.
In
the (O Lorde) haue I trusted, & thought my selfe certayne:
Wherfore let me neuer haue cause to saye this truste was vayne.
But for thy iustice sake rydde me, and do me deliuer:
Bowe downe thyne eare to me, O Lord, and be my defender.
Be thou my fort whyther to flye, I may alwayes be bolde:
Thou intendest to saue me Lord, for thou art my stronge holde.
Pulle me out of the power of them that are wyckedly bent:
And out of the grypynge of the peruers and violent.
For thou arte he on whom only I do trust and depend:
Lorde God my truste hath euer bene, that thou shouldest me defend.
Sence the tyme that thou drewest me out of my mothers wome:
I haue trusted on the, frō whom al my glorie doeth come.
Many take me for a monster, but thou arte my defence:
And my mouth shall not lacke thy praise, nor thy magnificence.
In the tyme of myne olde age, when my weake membres shall shake:
then caste me not out of thy syght, ne do thou me forsake.
For they that be myne enimies, haue had much talke of me:
And they that laye wayte for my soule, often in counsell be.
Persecute and laye handes on him (saye they) you shall him take:
Ther shall no man delyuer him, for God doeth him forsake.
O God, my God, be not far of from me when I shall nede:
And for to helpe thy pore seruant, Lord God make thou good spede.
Let them perishe wyth shame inough, that do my lyfe enuie:
And let them be hyd wyth rebuke, that do myne hurt studie.
As for me I shall paciently, abyd thy good pleasure:
And shall encrease thy prayses styll, wyle my lyfe shall enduer.
Thy iustice and thy saueyng healthe my mouth shall dayly shewe:
The ende wherof or iuste numbre neuer yet could I knowe.
I wyll therfore begyne to speake, only of thy greate might:
And only thy iustice shall be present wyth me in syght.
From my youth to this present tyme thou haste me enstructed:
Wherfore thy wonderfull worckes shall by me be declared.
Forsake me not tyll I be olde, and haue preached thy power:
To them that be, and thy strength to them that shall come after.
O God that haste wrought so greate thynges, who can be lyke to the?
I shall extoll thy iustice Lorde, as it becommeth me.
Many and greate are the troubles, that through the on me fell:
But thou shalt restore me to lyfe, & brynge me out of hell.
Thou shalt augment myne honour and encrease my dignitie:
And after all my troubles I shal haue cōfort of the.
Wherfore (my God) vpon my lute I wyll synge and prayse the:
And all my songes vpon myne harpe, shall prayse thy veritie.
O holy one of Israel, when I shall to the synge:
My lyppes and soule that thou hast bought, shall flowe wyth reioyseynge.
Yea and my tonge shall daylye speake (Lord) of thy rightuousnes:
When rebuke and shame shall lyght on thē that dome oppresse.