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147
Psalme. LI.
The Argument.
A prayer pure and forme full good,for penitentes so meeke:
Thus Dauids hart: enbrued wyth bloud,
hys God for grace dyd seeke.
1
Haue mercy God: on me I craue,for thy great gentlenes:
Thy mercies store on me vouchsaue,
put out my sinfulnes.
2
But washe me depe: from all my sinne,for deepely falne I am:
O clense me clere: wythout, wythin,
from synne that beastly came.
3
For I confesse: my wyckednes,my state I fele most vyle:
In sight I beare: my giltines,
it doth myne eye reuyle.
4
To thee alone: I trespaced,I sind before thyne eyes:
That iust in word: thou mightst be tryed,
thou iudge so pure to ryse.
5
Behold in sinne: I shapen was,in natyue filth infect:
My mother me: conceyud alas,
in sinne of Adams sect.
148
6
But lo thou hast: the truth well loued,in hart alway to raigne:
Thys wisdome hid: to few approued,
thou shewest to me most playne.
7
Thou shalt me purge wyth Isope grene,so clensd, men me shall know:
Thou shalt me washe: to be full clene,
more whyte than is the snow.
8
Thou shalt make me: much ioye to heare,and rest for all my payne:
My shaken bones shall them besteare,
and ioye then once agayne.
9
From my misdedes: turne thou thy face,I cannot say to oft:
From out thy bookes: my gilt O rase,
to feele thy mercy soft.
10
Apuer hart: make thou in me,O God both good and true:
A rightful sprite: wythin to be,
my soule agayne renue.
11
From open sight of thy swete face,O Lord reiect me not:
Withdraw not thou: thy sprite of grace,
from me so desolate.
12
Thy ioyfull health: restore wyth all,to me thus tost wyth wo:
Wyth sprite most free: and principall,
strength me agayne to go.
149
13
Then wyll I teache: thy wayes for ryght,to all the wycked sort:
That they to the: conuerted quyte,
for comfort may resort.
14
Ryd me from all: bloudgiltines,thou God my God of health:
My tonge shal sing: thy ryghteousnes,
and iust condemne my selfe.
15
O Lord my lips: set open wyde,in thankes to make them free:
So shall my mouth: on euery side,
geue laudes most due to thee.
16
For thou regardst: no sacrifice,I would els geue it thee:
Nor yet requirst: by law precise,
our offrings brent that bee.
17
The sacrifice: to God elect,is iust a troubled sprite:
Good God thou wylt: no tyme reiect
a broken hart contrite.
18
O shew thy grace: and fauour yet,to Syon Dauids throne:
Ierusalem: that citie great,
build thou her wals of stone.
19
Then ryghteous hostes: thou shalt allow,whole offrings burnt in sight:
Wyth sacrifice: of calfe and cow,
they shall thyne aulters dyght.
150
Psalme. LII.
The Argument.
This Psalme inueith: and is full wroth,agaynst oppressours myght:
To Christ so Iudas fygure goth,
to Dauid Doegs spyte.
1
Why boast thy selfe: thou tyraunt thus?in malice vauntyng aye?
Knowst not that God is gracious?
to good men day by daye?
2
Thy tong contriueth: all crokednes,of hartes aboundance great:
Wyth guiles it cutteth in craftines,
as rasour sharply whet.
3
Thou malice louest: aboue all good,to hurt more then to helpe:
To hatch more lyes: then truth to broode,
lyke Adams byrd and whelpe.
4
Thou hast but loued: to speake all nought,that may perdition bring:
O thou false tong: thou hast but sought,
deceite by flatteryng.
151
5
Therfore shall God: quite thee subuert,thy house to take from thee:
And roote thee out: all ouerwhart,
no lyuing land to see.
6
In seyng thys: the ryghteous man,shall feare and worshyp God:
And shall say thus to scorne hym than,
in Gods so heauy rod.
7
Lo thys the man: that had no lust,in God hys strength to set:
But he in heapes: of gold dyd trust,
by sinne hys strength he met.
8
But I am lyke: in God hys house,a fruitfull Olyue grene:
In Gods good grace: most piteous,
my trust shall aye be sene.
9
I will laude thee: for euer iust,thy word doth neuer mis:
Thy name so good: shall be my trust,
wyth good men good it is.
152
Psalme. LII.
The Argument.
Thus clawbackes heare theyr shameWhom God shall once consume:
They Princes hartes enflame,
Wyth causeles ire to fume.
1
Why bragst in malice hye?O thou in mischiefe stout:
Gods goodnes yet is nye,
All day to me no doubt.
2
Thy tong to muse all euyll,It doth it selfe inure:
As rasour sharpe to spill,
All guile it doth procure.
3
Thou malice louedst to wrye,Aboue all goodnes walke:
And more thou louest to lye,
Then righteousnes to talke.
4
Yea loued thou hast no lesse,To speake one worde for all:
All wordes of noughtines,
Thou tong in fraude most thrall.
5
But God once thee shall wast,Shall stroy and scrape by hand:
Thy tent from thee at last,
To roote thee out of land.
6
And ryghteous men shall see,And feare therby shall take:
But yet at hym full free,
Good laughter shall they make.
153
7
O lo the man hymselfe,That made not God hys ayde:
That trustd in ryches wealth
Whose myght in mischiefe layde.
8
But I as Olyue greene,In Gods sweete house shall lay,
My trust hath euer bene,
In Gods good grace for ay.
9
I thee shall laude euen still,For thys thou dydst say I:
Thy name to wayte I wyll,
For good thy sayntes it spy.
Psalme. LIII.
The Argument.
Our natyue sinne this Psalme detecth,that sinners all be we:
And that from grace who be reiect,
confounded must they be.
1
The foole haue sayd: in hart euen so,no God at all to bee:
Wherfore corrupt foule sinne they do
to do good, none wyll see.
2
God looked down: from heauen so hye,on Adams children all:
Some prudent man: if he could spye,
that God would seeke or call.
3
But they be all astrayd and gone,abhominable made:
That would do good: not one, not one,
corrupt in all theyr trade.
154
4
Know they no thyng: in hart so stoure,these wycked workers all?
My flocke as bread which do deuoure,
nor yet on God they call.
5
They were afrayd: where feare dyd lacke,to shame God put them ryght:
Men pleasers bones: God all to brake,
for he abhorde them quite.
6
Oh that by God to Israell,from Syon health were had:
Hys people thrall: no more to dwell,
to make all Iury glad.
Psalme. LIIII.
The Argument.
The iust here prayth hys God at neede,By hym hys ayde to winne:
Hys fayth so good must nedely speede,
Hys eye seeth proofe therin.
1
O saue me God: auouch me now,for thy names sake I pray:
In thy great myght: my ryght alow,
auenge me Lord I say.
155
2
O God so good: my prayer heare,thy grace I do appeale:
My wordes of mouth: accept wyth eare,
which hart doth now reueale.
3
For straungers lo: at me they rise,and tyrauntes seke my soule:
They haue no God: before theyr eyes,
they me both pill and powle.
4
Behold for God: my helper is,and stay of all my lyfe:
With other mo, he chiefe I wis,
who stayth my soule from stryfe.
5
Euen he shall all: my foes despite,into theyr laps retort:
Lord dryue them downe: thy truth so hyght,
for thou art whole my fort.
6
I will wyth hart most glad and free,geue sacrifice to thee:
I shall thy name (Lord) magnifie,
so good it is to mee.
7
For thou hast ryd: me quyte in deede,from all my griefe and wo:
As I did wishe: my foes to speede,
I saw theyr ouerthrow.
156
Psalme. LV.
The Argument.
As Dauid mournd to shame reiect,by them who semed his frendes:
The same did Christ, as his elect,
in lyke may haue lyke myndes.
1
Geue eare O God: to my request,in anguishe all be set:
Hyde not thy selfe: to myne vnrest,
from me thyne eares to shet.
2
Geue hede to me: thy grace impart,to my depe cry and call:
I mourne therin: and grone in hart,
now here, now there I fall.
3
For that my foes: so cry and rore,and me wyth spyte approche:
They mischiefe meane: and euermore,
in wroth they me reproche.
4
My hart doth faynt: sore vext it is,in great disquietnes:
Yea feares of death: be not remisse,
to do my hart distres.
5
Both feare and dread: thus tossing me,my tremblyng neuer blin:
Darke horrors depe: full prest they be,
all whole to wrap me in.
6
Wherfore I sayd: O that I had,to flye winges lyke a doue:
Then would I flye: to rest full glad,
and me from hence remoue.
157
7
No dout far of: I would me flitche,From hence to wildernes:
More there to dwell: than here wyth such,
in such vnrestfulnes.
8
I would make hast: to scape away,as fast as wynde could blow:
To flee thys storme: and tempest aye,
I would me safe bestow.
9
Destroy them Lord: theyr tonges deuyde,theyr counsayles scatter wyde:
Theyr citie wryth: to wrong a syde,
to stryfe and churlishe pryde.
10
Both day and nyght: theyr citie walles,are thus enuyroned:
In mids therof: all mischiefe falles,
and sorrow there exceedth.
11
All noughtines: and vyce doth raygne,in Ceyla citie so:
Deceyt and guile: wyth all that trayne,
theyr streetes full thorough go.
12
No open foe: workth me thys spyte,for hym then would I beare:
No enmy known: thus raysth hys myght,
whom I myght flee and feare.
13
But thou my mate: most deare to hart,as was my lyfe in state:
Whom I esteemd as guide in part,
as homely fellow grate.
158
14
Wyth whom so knit: we often tooke,both meate and counsayle sweete:
We neyther others once forsooke,
in Gods house aye to meete.
15
Let death them trap: full sodenly,euen quicke to fall to hell:
For vice wyth them: doth lodge and ligh,
theyr hartes wyth falshode mell.
16
But as for me: to God I cryed,and hence hym pray I wyll:
The Lord saued me: full oft I tryed,
I trust he shall do still.
17
At euen and morne I made my sute,at noone day instantly:
No tyme my cry: dyd he refute,
thus made importunely.
18
For he redeemd: my soule to peace,from war agaynst me set:
For many were wyth me to ease,
though they in numbers met.
19
Yea God himselfe: whych aye hath bene,shall heare me them to scourge:
No tyme to change: they wyll be sene,
wyth feare to God assurge.
20
He rearde hys handes: agaynst hys frendes,which ment hym peace and rest:
He brake hys league: that men so byndes,
together fast in brest.
159
21
Hys mouth more soft: then butter melt,though warre was stiffe in hart:
More smooth then oyle: hys wordes were felt,
yet were sharpe dartes and smart.
22
O cast thy care: on God so deare,what burthen thee oppresse:
He will thee feede: he cannot beare,
the iust to fall in stresse.
23
And thou O God: shalt stroy the fetche,of crafty bloudy men:
Theyr dayes to halfe: shall neuer retche,
to thee I yeld me then.
Psalme. LVI.
The Argument.
This prayth to God as innocent,Agaynst his foes so mad:
As Christ though pure: the Iewes dyd shent,
Yet he reioyceth full glad.
1
Haue mercy God: on me I pray,for man will treade me downe:
His fierce assaut: from day to day,
would make my hart to sowne.
160
2
To swalowe me: my foes entend,as daily bent they lygh:
Full many one: do war extend,
on me, O thou most high.
3
But euer when: such feares inuade,my hart, to make me flee:
I trust yet well, therout to wade,
my fayth so cleauth to thee.
4
Prayse God I wyll: and trust hys worde,what hys good hand doth send:
I feare not fleshe: hys spyte and sworde,
to God my trust shall bend.
5
For daily me: they do depraue,both what I do and say:
In hart and tonge: at me they raue,
and me to harme they lay.
6
They flocke on me: and priuely,conspyrde they haue in stealth:
They wayte my wayes: my steps to stye,
to stroy my soule and wealth.
7
They put theyr hope: by guilefulnes,and craft, to scape away:
Yet once O God: thou wylt them stres,
in ire, for all theyr stray.
8
Thou seest my flightes: and often feares,thou markst them all full out:
Wythin thy bottell put my teares,
the booke them noteth no dout?
161
9
As oft as I: do call on thee,my foes then take theyr slight:
Therby my hart: doth full agree,
that God for me doth fight.
10
Of thys my God: for promyse iust,I wyll hym laude and prayse:
God wyll I prayse: and all my trust,
in hym I set alwayes.
11
On God I haue: me whole bestowde,a tyme though I be thrall:
What flesh can do: though all beshrowd,
I feare no whit at all.
12
Now fit for me: my vowes to pay,to God they be so hyght:
And hym due laudes: to sing by day,
and thankes in open sight.
13
For thou my soule: hast ryd from death,from fall thou keepst my feete:
To walke in lyght: whyle lyfe hath breath,
before my God so sweete.
162
Psalme. LVII.
The Argument.
The iuct for his deliuery,geueth thankes that God hym sped:
So Christ reioyste when he dyd stye,
to heauen when death was ded.
1
God pity me: O pitie me,on thee my soule is cast:
Thy wynges I trust: wyll shadow be,
till all thys spyte be past.
2
Thy trusty helpe: I wyll implore,of God my Lord most hye:
He wyll my cause: perfourme the more,
that now in hand doth ligh.
3
He shall from heauen: send down hys powerto saue from me their spite:
And those that would: my soule deuower,
wyth shame shall full be dight.
4
Twixt Lyons fierce: doth stand my lyfe,wyth fiery men I dwell:
Whose teeth be speares: and dartes in stryfe,
theyr tonges sharpe swordes and fell.
5
Aduaunce thy selfe: O God appeare,from heauens more hye thon they:
Thy glory great: set vp so cleare,
on all the earth to stay.
6
To catche my feete: a net they splayd,my soule they haue deprest:
Into that pyt: for me they layd,
themselues therin be threst.
163
7
My hart is fixt: my hart is fixt,O God in thee full stayd:
And sing I will: my griefes betwixt,
in psalmes wyth musike playd.
8
Awake my tonge: my ioy awake,awake both harpe and lute:
Come forth, at morne: I me betake,
to sing wyth shaume and flute.
9
Thy laudes wyth thankes: out wyll I sound,when people meete aryght:
To sing O Lord: to thee so bound,
I wyll in Paynyms syght.
10
Thy mercy great: to heauens doth retch,what thyng can it denay?
To heauenly cloudes: thy truth doth stretch,
to mans most stable stay.
11
Set vp thy selfe: O God aboue,the heauens as is most meete:
Aboue the earth: thy glory moue,
the stoole of both thy feete.
164
Psalme. LVIII.
The Argument.
Saules counsaylours: so far fro ryght,This Psalme doth here dewray:
Whose craftes wyth like: shall God requite.
To sing once well away.
1
If iust your myndes: be truly set,ye counsaylours to ryght?
Iudge equally: in weyght and met,
ye sonnes of men in syght.
2
Yea ye in hart: do nothyng lesse,in earth to wrong ye bende:
Your handes do worke: all wyckednes,
though ye the ryght pretende.
3
These wycked walke: in froward wyse,from euen theyr mothers mylke:
Once borne they stray? and talke but lyes,
theyr wordes yet soft as silke.
4
Theyr poyson lyke: the poyson is,of venome cockatryce:
Euen Adder lyke: all deafe I wis,
who stopth her eares to ryse.
5
Who hateth to heare: the charmers voyce,charme he so neuer wyse:
Of ryght and wrong: they make no choyce,
all warnyng they despyse.
6
Wythin theyr mouthes: theyr teeth O God,crushe thou, they be to sharpe:
The Lyons mouthes: theyr iawes so brode,
breke Lord, proud wordes they carpe.
165
7
To nought they passe: as water swyft,wythin it selfe doth slyde:
And when to shoote: theyr shaftes they list,
let them go broken wyde.
8
As snayle that wasth: let them so wast,thus creepyng crookedly:
As womans byrth: to tymely cast,
let them no sunne espy.
9
As tender ympes: of wycked thorne,before theyr pryckes be hard:
Men roote them vp: so all be torne,
by wrath they shall be marde.
10
Then shall reioyce: the iust and good,to see Gods vengeaunce come:
To bathe hys handes: in sinners bloud,
and thanke for hys good dome.
11
Then man shall say: wythouten mis,the iust hath iust reward:
No doubt a God: in earth there is,
to iudge in ryght regard.
166
Psalme. LIX.
The Argument.
Agaynst the proud: is made requestWho dealth wyth guile and fraude:
Whom God shall driue: to want theyr rest,
with famine ouer yawde.
1
From all my foes: deliuer me,O God my God thou art:
Shield me from them: in suertie,
that vp at me be start.
2
From workers bad: O saue my lyfe,wyth them no tyme to mell:
From bloudy men: whole set to strife,
make me most far to dwell.
3
For lo they wayt: my soule to catch,these freakes be met in spyte:
Though iust offence: they cannot latch,
at me O Lord of ryght.
4
Yet causeles they: styll flocke at mee,to hurt they them prepare:
Aryse therfore: O Lord and see,
helpe me now plungd in care.
5
Stand vp thou God: and Lorde of hostes,thou Lord of Iacobs lyne:
All Paynyms (Lord) vew thou theyr bostes,
spare not theyr wilfull cryme.
6
They go at euen: both to and fro,they grin as dogs to bite:
The streates they trot: in citie so,
as pickethankes them delyte.
167
7
Behold they speake: wythin theyr mouth,but swordes wythin theyr lyps:
They thinke belyke: none heare the sothe,
from them that falshode slips.
8
But thou O Lord: shalt them deryde,to scorne theyr mad attempt:
These heathen dogs: that barke so wyde,
from thee who can exempt?
9
My strength I will: kepe fast by thee,O God I will not shrynke:
Of thee I know: all strength to bee,
as rocke on thee I thynke.
10
For God of grace: wil me preuent,wyth mercy plentuously:
And how my foes: shall once be shent,
God shal make me to spy.
11
Yet slea them not: all sodenly,lest them my flocke forget:
But scatter them: a stray to fly,
deiect them Lord so great.
12
Theyr sinne of mouth: theyr word of tong,theyr pryde shall them betray:
For periury: they speake and wrong,
they prate but lyes all day.
13
Consume them Lord: in hasty wrath,consume them lest and most:
To know that guide: true Iacob hath,
euen God in euery cost.
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14
These men at euen: will them retyre,they grenne as dogs to byte:
The citie they: walke all on fyre,
as pickethankes them delyte.
15
For meate they range: both here and there,still hungry let them bee:
And satisfied: be they no where,
no rest or sleepe to see.
16
But I shall sing: thy strength and power,at morne to prayse thy grace:
For thou hast bene: my fort and tower,
In all my wofull race.
17
O thou my strength: all whole alone,to sing to thee I shall:
Thou refuge wart: in all my mone
my God most liberall.
169
Psalme. LX.
The Argument.
Whyle Saule dyd raigne: all Iury mournde,by Paynyms sore opprest:
In fayth to God: here Dauid tournd,
and conquerd them to rest.
1
O God thou hast repeald vs long,and scattred vs abrode:
Thy heauy wrath: fell vs among,
O turne and stay thy rod.
2
Euen thou that hast: sore shakt our land,well nye to shiuers rent:
Heale thou the brekes: by thy good hand,
it realeth to ruine bent.
3
Most dreadfull sightes: and dolorous,thou madest thy people spy:
Such wyne thou gauest: for drynke to vs,
which greued vs inwardly.
4
Yet hast thou geuen: thyne arke as signe,to such as feare thy name:
To blanke theyr foes: that would repyne,
thy truth protesth the same.
5
Thy louers all: great daungers fled,and rid from harmes full safe:
By thy right hand: let me be led,
and my requestes vouchsaue.
6
God spake the worde: in sanctuary,which makth me glad to byde:
I Sychem will: part myne to lye,
and Succoth vale deuyde.
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7
Myne Gilead: Manasses myne,both twayne be myne intiere:
My strength of head: is Ephraim,
and Iuda legistere.
8
So Moab stout: shall bow hys head,to serue as washepot aye:
On Edom land: my shoo shall tread,
ioy thou Philistea.
9
Than who shall lead: me strayt to flye,into the citie strong:
Who me will bring: to Idomye,
to conquere them among.
10
Art thou not he: O God I say,which thus hast cast vs out?
Whych dydst refuse: to lead the way,
to guide our armies stout?
11
O than be thou: our helpe at nede,to ease our troubles yet:
For humayn helpe: is vayne to speede,
mans arme to weake is set.
12
No doubt by God: we shall achyue,great acts we trust euen thus:
For he alone: our foes shall dryue,
to treade them down for vs.
171
Psalme. LXI.
The Argument.
This prayth in payne and stresse: as far exylde and fled,and thanks it giueth: for succor sent, it figurth chrict our hed
1
My cryeng heare O God,That voyce doth sing in song:
Geue eare to me: thus cast abrode,
as fled for feare of wrong.
2
From furthest coastes of earth,To thee shall come my cry:
Whyle hart feelth griefe: to rocke me lead,
That hygher is than I.
3
For thou hast bene my trust,In whome I hopt alone:
Of refuge strong: and tower so sure,
To fence from me my fone.
4
In thyne owne tente by thee,For aye I trust to dwell:
Wythin thy wynges: most couertly,
To lye I trust full well.
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5
For thou my God hast heard,My vowes and prayers sad:
And them thou gauest: an heritage,
Thy name who duly drad.
6
The kyng hys dayes wyth dayes,Thou shalt encrease in length:
Hys yeares to be: perpetuall,
Euen thus thou shalt hym strength.
7
For euer he shall dwell,Before hys God in sight:
O than prepare: hym grace and truth,
Which may defend hys might.
8
In Psalmes to prayse thy name,I will whyle world doth last:
And pay my vowes most thankfully,
From day to day as fast.
Psalme. LXII.
The Argument.
This Psalme exhorth: to God to stand,Agaynst all mens pursuites:
It shewth to faith: Gods mighty hand,
Mans brags it vayne reputes.
1
Shall not [illeg.] my soule: in silence looke,to God as subiect still?
From whom my helth: and helpe I tooke,
when woes my hart dyd fill?
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2
No dout he is my rocke and health,my fort of strength and ayde:
I trust the lesse: by foes in stealth,
to fall as one dismayde.
3
How long wyll ye: wyth wycked guiles,thus me poore man inuade?
Ye all shall quayle: as wall that reales,
as rotten hedge doth fade.
4
To driue hym low: they mete for this,whom God would haue excell:
They loue but lyes: theyr tonges can blisse,
theyr hartes yet curse to fell.
5
But yet my soule: to God be still,in silence pacient:
And tary him: in quiet wyll,
from whom shall health be sent.
6
No doubt I say: he is my strength,my health, my fortresse hye:
I feare no foyle: to shrynke at length,
where God doth fortifie.
7
Wyth God is layd: my health full sure,and he my glory iust:
My rocke of strength: that wyll endure,
in God is whole my trust.
8
Trust aye in hym: ye people whole,to hym poure out your hartes:
Our hope is God: O hym extoll,
he health alway impartes.
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9
But Adams broode: is vayne to see,mens children lyers bee:
They wayghed in schooles: ascend more hye,
more lyght then vanitie.
10
Then hope ye not: (lest vayne ye be)in wrong and robbery:
If ryches flow: aboundantly,
no hart to them apply.
11
God once dyd speake: and once agayne,and twyse I haue it harde:
That power is Gods: in stable raigne,
which we should all regarde.
12
And that O Lord: in thee aryght,is mercy mixt also:
For thou shalt quite: to euery wyght,
in deede as he shall do.
Psalme. LXIII.
The Argument.
Poore Christen man: opprest by might,May pray this psalme: with Christ hys head,
Who lawdes to God: did pay aright,
In desert set: where lyfe he led.
1
O God to thee: my God so strong,From mornyng watch: I cry in stresse
My soule and flesh: for thee they long,
In desert land, dry, waterlesse.
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2
Thus thee I trust: to see in place,Where resth thy grace: in holynes:
That I myght see: thy mighty face,
Thy glory hye: and noblenes.
3
For better is: thy goodnes yet,Than is thys lyfe: the blessednes:
Wherfore my lips: shall still beset,
To sing thy prayse: and worthines.
4
Thus all my lyfe: (Lord) thee shall blisse,And render thankes: obeysantly,
To lyft my handes: I wyll not misse,
Thy holy name: to glorifye.
5
Lo thus my soule: full frankt shall bee,As fed wyth fat: and marow sweete:
When that my mouth: in laudes so free,
Shall ioyous breake: to Carols meete.
6
Euen thus of thee: I myndefull was,When that in bed: I tooke my rest:
As watches all: the nyght dyd passe,
Of thee I musde: in gratefull brest.
7
Because thou wart: my helpe at neede,as helpe thou couldst: and so thou hast:
Therfore I wyll: reioyce in deede,
Wythin thy winges: thus safely plast.
8
For when my soule: was set to thee,As fast to ioyne: in feares assaut:
Thy mighty hand: then leande to mee,
And stayd me vp: wythout defaut.
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9
Now these which seeke: my soule to spyll,To bryng me downe: to see my graue:
In vayne I trust: they worke in wyll,
Theyr wynding sheete: they first shall haue.
10
Wyth edged sworde: they shall be threst,As they deuisde: to me full flye:
They shall be prayes: to sauage beast,
In Foxes lyues: lyke Foxe to dye.
11
The kyng in God: yet shall reioyce,For hys defence: in suertie:
Who swerth to hym: shall ioy the choyce,
For glauering lips: all stopt shall bee.
Psalme. LXIIII.
The Argument.
Heare Dauid blamth: hys foes attempt,and telth how dye they shall:
So Christ reprouth: the Iewes contempt,
and prophecieth theyr fall.
1
O heare my Lord: my voyce and cry,in tellyng thus my woes:
And kepe my life: in suertie,
from feare of all my foes.
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2
And hyde me Lord: from all the trayne,of cursed men in close:
From all theyr rowte: conspired agayne,
in wycked lyfe so lose.
3
Which wheth theyr tonges: as sword so sharpeand poyson dartes they shoote:
Euen bitter wordes: in tonge they carpe,
to bring me vnder foote.
4
To shoote at hym: in stelth they lye,who lyfe intiere doth beare:
On hym vnwares: theyr dartes they wry,
and haue therin no feare.
5
They strength themselfes in wycked pryde,theyr crafty fetch to ply:
They do conferre: theyr snares to hyde,
they say who them can spy?
6
They searche all spite: and do it round,that is by search comprisd:
What hartes most depe: or wit profound,
can fynde, is hye deuisde.
7
But God shall shoote: at them agayne,hys arrowes sodenly:
Wyth sundry woundes: he them shall payne,
all vnbewares to spye.
8
He then shall make: theyr proper tonge,theyr owne confusion:
That who them see: how they be wrunge,
shall shake as wo begone.
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9
All men shall see: thys worke ryght well,and much commend this acte:
As wrought by God: they shall it tell,
and wisely note the facte.
10
The ryghteous man: shall ioy in God,in hym to put his trust:
Yea all true hartes: shall ioy abrode,
that God kept me so iust,
Psalme. LXV.
The Argument.
For foyson thankes to God: the letter doth aforde,the sprite for that the church encreasth: by dews of his swete worde.
1
Al laudes be due to thee: O God in Zyon hil:with harty vowes: of thāks to thee, all Salē shal we fil
2
Which hearst requests so light: in faith made fast to theeall men for this: to thee ful glad, shal come in eche degree.
3
Ungodly dedes preuaild: on me so lowd they cryde:but thou our sins: wilt purify: as oft we haue if tryed.
4
O blest is he in all: whom thou doost chose and take:in thy courtes he: shall dwel full fed: where he al ioy shall make.
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5
O God most drad in ryght, heare vs thou art our health:To them that dwell: by sea or land, thou art theyr onely wealth.
6
Which mountains didst prepare: by theyr own strēgth to rest,So gyrt he is: with fortitude, of all the worthyest.
7
Which swagth the ragyng seas: wyth all theyr roring dinneSo all vprores: of multitudes: to stowage he doth winne.
8
And they that furthest dwel: in earth thy signes shall dread:Theyr goinges forth: at nyght & morne: thy laudes shall duely spread.
9
Thou vewst the earth for good: thou makest it rich in store,Gods fluds be ful: men food thou geuest: thou framdst the earth therfore
10
Her forowes thou doost moyst: thou breakst the clods in two:Thou makest thē soft: wyth rainy drops: her fruites thou blest euen so.
11
Thou crownst the earth full whole: wyth thy riche gentlenesthy cloudes as waynes: do cary showers, they drop fat plenteousnes.
12
Theyr fatnes eke distilth: on desert pastures wyde:The little hils: depe wet by them: shal ioy on euery side.
13
The playnes wyth flocks bespred: the vales wt wheat ful clad,Thus shal reioyce: and mercy sing: for fruitefulnes so glad.
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Psalme. LXVI.
The Argument.
An hymne of thankes to God: for helpe in tyranny:With sacrifice: the Iewes it song: in feastes most solempnely.
1
Reioyce to God wyth ioy: how wyde the land ye dwell:Expresse your ioyes: to shew how hie: his Godhed doth excell
2
And loke wyth song ye prayse: hys name most glorious:And thynke it is: your glory most: hys fame most hye to rowse.
3
Say thus before the Lord: how workst thou dreadfully?Thy power shall make: thy foes to stoupe: therin though fallen they lye
4
The earth all whole full low: shall worshyp thee as God:And sing in psalmes: they shal to thee: to sound thy name abrod[illeg.]
5
O come and note Gods workes: how wonderfull they are,So wrought to man: of Adams lyne: they passe mans wyt to [illeg.]
6
He turnd the sea to land: whose worke alone it is:that through the sea: dry shod they went: our fathers ioyd of t[illeg.]
7
He rulth the world by myght: hys eyes the Paynyms ve[illeg.]And who rebels: as voyd of fayth: no grace shall them ensue.
8
O blisse our God wyth thanks: ye people more and lesse:And see ye cause: all speche & voyce: that they his laudes expresse.
9
For he hath set our soule: in lyfe most safe and sound:He suffreth not: our feete to slyde: to slyp vpon the ground.
10
For thou O God most hye: hast proued vs narowly:Thou hast vs tryed: as siluer is: by furnace fined therby.
11
Thou broughts vs nye to traps: of foes besieged strayt:Our loynes & backs: bare painful lodes: of griefs in heuy way.
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12
Thou hast set man on vs: on thus our heds to ryde:We past by fire: and water to: yet roume thou gauest vs wyde.
13
Thy house I wyll go in: wyth offringes brent therfore:My vowes to pay: I wyll not misse: to the behight before:
14
Which vowes dyd cause my lyps: themselfe to open wyde:All which my mouth: dyd promise iust: when trouble me did stryde.
15
Brent offryngs wyll I geue: to thee of lambes most fat:Wyth smoke of rambes: wyth oxe and goat: I wyll ful glad do that.
16
All ye that God do feare: O come and harken now:I wyll you tell: how louingly: my soule he dyd auow.
17
I dyd but cry wyth mouth: my hart felt strayght his ease:My tonge therfore dyd hym extoll: wyth prayse it did not cease.
18
I[illeg.] yet thus in hart: ought wyckedly had ment:The Lord my sute would not haue heard: in suttle false entent.
19
Where now the Lord heard me: by proofe it is discust:My voyce and vowe: in prayer made: he dyd consider iust.
20
O bless be God which did: no tyme my sute reiect.No tyme his grace forsooke my nede: he neuer me neglect.
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Psalme. LXVII.
The Argument.
Thys song in all: propheticall,Doth cleare expresse: Christes raigne in flesh
Whose beames so bright: dyd shyne in sight,
That all to come: must prayse his dome.
Must prayse his dome.
1
God graunt wyth grace: he vs embrace,In gentle part: blisse he our hart:
With louyng face: shyne he in place,
His mercies all: on vs to fall.
On vs to fall.
2
That we thy way: may know all day,Whyle we do sayle: thys world so frayle:
Thy healthes reward: is nye declarde,
As playne at eye: all Gentils spye.
all Gentils spy.
3
Let thee alwayes: the people prayse,O God of blisse: as due it is:
The people whole: mought thee extoll,
From whome all thyng: they see to spryng.
they see to spryng.
4
All folke reioyce: lyft vp your voyce,For thou in sight: shalt iudge them ryght:
Thou shalt direct: the Gentiles sect:
In earth that bee: to turne to thee.
to turne to thee.
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5
Let thee alwayes: the people prayse,O God of blis: as due it is:
The people whole: mought thee extoll,
From whom all thyng: they see to spryng.
they see to spryng.
6
The earth shall bud: hys fruites so good,Then thankes most due: from it shall sue:
And God euen he: our God most free.
Shall blesse vs aye: from day to day.
from day to day.
7
So God our guide: shall blesse vs wyde,Wyth all increase: no tyme to cease:
All folke therby: on earth which ligh,
Hys name shall feare, and loue hym beare.
and loue hym beare.
Psalme. LXVIII.
The Argument.
The Hebrues sang this Psalme in warre, against their foes to fight:So Christen man: at Christ his foes: may pray the same in sprite.
1
Let God aryse: in maiestie: and scattred be hys foes:Yea flee they all: hys sight in face: to him which hateful goes
2
As smoke is driuen: & comth to nought: repulse theyr tyranny:At face of fyre: as wax doth melt: Gods face the bad mought flee
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3
But let the iust: be glad in thys: and ioy in God hys sight:For Gods great power: & stable truth: in myrth let them delite.
4
O sing to God: sound out hys name: see hym ye magnify:He rydeth on heauens: hys name is God: in him reioyce ye hie
5
He father is: to fatherles: of widowes iudge he is:Euen God hymselfe: which euer dwelth: in holy place of hys.
6
Thys God he makth the desolate: in housholdes great to grow:He loseth the thrall: quyte out of bandes: and bringth the wycked low.
7
O God when thou: wentst forth as guide: before the people outWhen thou dydst walke in wyldernes: which thyng thou dydst no doubt.
8
The erth then shooke: at face of god: the heuens did drop & swelMount Synay: Gods face dyd feare: Gods face of Israell.
9
Thou pourdst O God: thy fruitful shoures: on thine enheritāceWhen faynt they were: wyth ease agayne: theyr strength yu didst aduaunce.
10
Thy church and flocke: to dwel therin: thou shalt it thus refresh:So thou prepardst: for all thy poore: O God in gentlenes.
11
Such good effect: god gaue hys word: to them yt shewd his mightThey dyd out preach: his armies strong: how they exceld in sight
12
How kyngs wyth hostes: most fiercely set: yet fled discomfited:And householdes whole: that kept at home: the spoyle they dyd deuyde.
13
Though ye haue lyne among the pots: as black as coale in sightye shalbe whyte: as doue with winges: milke white and fethers bright
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14
Whē God great kings: threw out of land: though earst hys flock was blackethen gan they loke: as white as snow: as lyeth on salmons backe
15
Gods hyll is fat: as Basan hyl: a mount that stately standth:Wyth cliffes on hye: lyke Basan mount: it riseth it is so grand.
16
Why leape ye so: to spyte thys mount: ye toppy hillockes gay?This is gods mount: where God hath dwelt: he there shal dwel for aye.
17
Gods charets be: ten thousands twyse: of angels millions:Wyth them is God: wyth hys good grace: as God loued Syna ones.
18
Thou stiedst on hie: yu thraldom caughtst: receiuing gifts in menYea faythles eke: thou tookst to grace: that God myght dwell in them.
19
O blest be God: who day by day: doth heape hys gyftes on vs:Thys God is God: of all our health: in power most glorious.
20
He is our God: euen God I say: all health and wealth to shape:Yea death is ruld: by God the lord: whose dint by him we scape
21
This God shal wound: his enmies heds: he shal their worthies qwel:Their heary scalpes: to pare full nie: that still in sinne wil dwel.
22
God sayd I will: restore as once: from Basan myne I dyd:I will returne: all myne as once: from seas most depe I ryd.
23
That dipt thy feete: in all their bloud: may reade appeare at eye:That dogs myght licke: their enmies bloud: so read to be therby
24
Who lyst did see: O puissaunt God: thy great procedings hie:The goings iust: of thee my God: my king in sanctuary.
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25
Whē thanks were song: first singers went: thē minstrels moued theyr feete:In myds were set: the damsel maides: who playd with timbrels sweete.
26
When they in one: were ioyntly met: thus god they praysed wel:From hart the ground: they blest the Lord: who sprang of Israel
27
Small Beniamin: there ruler went: so Iudas tribe theyr stone:So went the Pieres: of Zebulon: and Neptaly came on.
28
Thus god hath bid all strēgth & power: for thee ful nye to be:With strength O God: cōfirme this worke: that yu hast wrought so free.
29
Frō thy sweete house: Ierusalem: make this thy strength procedeThen kings shal bryng: theyr offerings: to thee to praise thy dede
30
The launce mens routes: once scatred wyde: the peoples calues once tamde:When they shal stoupe: and presentes bring: and warring folks once shamde.
31
Then shal the Pieres: of Egipt land: for this come meke in sightThen Ethiops: ful soone shal yeld: to God their hands and might
32
O all ye realmes: of all the earth: sing ye to God of blis.Sing psalmes and hymnes: to testify: how worthy prayse he is.
33
To him that rydeth: on heauen of heuens: as he hath done of oldLo he his voyce: hath vttred forth: a voyce most strong and bold.
34
Ascribe to God all strength and myght: to Israel so showed:On whom his power: no lesse is wrought: then is on heauen be stowed.
35
O God thou art: full terrible: from out thy sanctuary:This Iacobs God: hys people aydth: O blest be God therby.
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Psalme. LXIX.
The Argument.
A sute of man in trouble bounde,that hath his hart opprest:
To Christ and his: it nye doth sounde,
as Paule somewhere exprest.
1
Saue me O Lord: in heauines,by woes depressed downe:
The ragyng waues: of all distres,
be falne my soule to drowne.
2
In myre so deepe: I sticke full fast,all bottomeles to see:
In waters deepe: downe am I cast,
the flouds haue whelmed mee.
3
In crying still: I wery go,my throate is horse and dry:
Myne eyes be dimme: and fainty so,
whyle God I wyshe to spy
4
My foes exceede: my heares of head,at me they causeles looke:
My foes preuayle: that wyshe me dead,
I payd I neuer tooke.
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5
Thou know O God: my folishnes,if ought amisse I dyd:
My crymes of lyfe: my simplenes,
from thee be neuer hyd.
6
Who wayte on thee: feele they no bostes,of shame for my desert:
O God the Lord: of Iacobs hostes,
let them feele neuer smart.
7
For sooth for thee: susteyned I,both shame and vyle reproofe:
My face is hyd: for infamy,
so felt for thy behoofe.
8
I was repute: as stranger fremd,to all my brethren bad:
As aliant: so me condemnd,
my mothers children had.
9
For why, the zeale: of thy sweete house,hath me vp eaten quite:
On me fell dedes: opprobrious,
of them that thee did spyte.
10
I wept and fast: my soule to chast,my body low to bryng:
Thus when I dyd: they did it cast,
to my disabelyng.
11
When sackecloth course: I put me on,to mourne my griefe the more:
Theyr laughyng stocke: and iestyng stone,
they made me then therfore.
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12
The Iudges eke: which sate in gate,on me they babled euill:
So dyd on me: wyne bibbers prate,
yea songes they made theyr fill.
13
Yet I O Lord: prayd whole to thee,in tyme acceptably:
For thy great ruthe: and veritie,
wyth helpe heare thou my cry.
14
O plucke me out: of myre and sand,before I sinke to steepe:
Let me escape: my haters hand,
to ryse from waters deepe.
15
Let me no tyme: by floudes and sea,all ouerflowne to bee:
Nor let the deepe: vp swalow me,
ne pit shit mouth on mee.
16
This graunt to mee: O God this day,thy grace is liberall:
Turne thy respect: to me I pray:
regard thy mercies all.
17
Hyde not thy face: and cherefull sight,from me thy seruant poore:
For greuous woes: on me be lyght,
make hast and heare therfore.
18
Draw nye my soule: to chalenge it,redeme and saue it well:
For these my foes: so haut they sit,
saue me from them so fell.
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19
Thou knowst what spite: what shame I bearewhat vyle rebukes I feele:
Myne enemies all: that me do deare,
be known to thee full well.
20
The shame hath pearst: and rent my hart,I feele all hartes disease:
I lookt if man would ease my smart,
but none was me to ease.
21
In stede of meat: for my repast,they gaue me bitter gall:
In my great thyrst: they esill cast,
to quenche my thirst wythall.
22
Theyr table be: to them a snare,theyr sweete meates tournd to sowre:
And that for ioy: they dyd prepare,
let theare but sorrow lowre.
23
Theyr eyes be darke: to see no lyght,and wyt be far fro them:
And make theyr loynes: to reele vpright,
be they lyke drunken men.
24
Poure out thy wrath: these frekes to strike,who walke so stubburnely,
And let thyne ire: and wrath a lyke,
take hold of them full nye.
25
Theyr dwellyngs fyne: be they supprest,that they theyr country lose:
In all theyr tents: let no man rest,
theyr stocke no man to chose.
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26
For whom thou smitest: they scourge in sport,as though thou wouldst them so:
Of thyne afflict: and wounded sort,
they talke wyth pleasure to.
27
O let them fall: from sinne to sinne,as thou dydst plague the blynde,
And suffer not: that they go in,
thy iustice it to fynde.
28
Be they cast out: of booke of lyfe,who thus impugne Gods grace:
No where in booke: memoratiue,
wyth iust men haue they place.
29
As now for me: for that I mourne,in paynes and dolours lye:
Thy health to me: O God returne,
to rayse vp me on hye.
30
Gods name I wyll: wyth prayse aduaunce,in song full deepe in hart:
I will in hymnes: hys laudes enhaunce,
hys grace to shew in part.
31
And thys shall please: God far aboue,(who is a sprite most pure)
Then Oxe or calfe: wyth horne and houe,
to offer hym (be sure)
32
The humble soules: shall thys beholde,reioyce they shall by lyue:
And ye that seeke: the Lord, be bold,
reioyce, your soule shall lyue.
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33
For God no doubt: the nedy heareth,they may reioyce more hye:
His prisoners: in eye he bearth,
he cannot them defye.
34
Let heauen and earth: and all betwene,hys worthy laud set out:
The sea and all: that creepth therin,
prayse hym all round about.
35
For God shall saue: sweete Zyon hill,hys place of godly rest:
And Iudas townes: build vp he will,
to dwell in them possest.
36
Hys seruauntes true posteritie,shall it enherite iust:
And they that loue: hys maiestie,
of dwellyng theare may trust.
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Psalme. LXX.
The Argument.
The iust man here: calth God to ayde,To be protect: from hasty brayde,
Of all hys foes (to hate) so ryfe:
By hys good hand: to be well stayde,
No tyme that he: be ouerlayde,
By weakenes frayle (of all) his lyfe.
1
O God to me: thyne helpe intende,In hast thy selfe: to mercy bende,
and me (O Lord) deliuer quite:
Lyke grace I craue: that thou extend,
Thy helpe from heauen: so downe to send,
to ayde me strong: by (godly) might.
2
In hast be they: confounded all,Wyth shamefull name: men myght them call,
Which seke (in hate) my soule to spill:
Be they put backe: and dryuen to wall,
All vyle reproofe: myght them befall,
who that to me: wyshe (any) euill.
3
Euen strayt fled backe: let all them bee,For theyr reward: foule shame to see:
these suttle (men but) glosers all:
Whose tong to fawne: can whole agree,
To say there there: lo thus to mee,
by guile (and craft) to make me fall.
4
But let all those: that seeke thy myght,With gladnes full: and ioy be dyght,
in thee theyr Lord (and God) all daye:
And let them all: that haue delite,
In thy sweete health: say still aryght,
the Lord (so good) be praysed aye.
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5
As now for me: though poore I ligh,Afflicted sore: in misery,
O Lord to me make (hasty) speede:
Thou art myne ayde: most trustely,
My God of all: deliuery;
to long (fro me) do not receede.
Psalme. LXXI.
The Argument.
The iust geueth thankes: to God aboue,Who kept his youth in stay:
So craueth he still: for further loue,
In age no tyme to stray.
1
My trust O Lord: in thy good name,I haue (in hart) alway reposde:
Let neuer me: be put to shame,
from hope (I haue) to be deposde,
2
In thyne owne grace: and righteousnes,all quyte (from harme) deliuer me:
Inclyne thyne eare: to my great stresse,
to saue (my lyfe) and make me free.
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3
Both rocke and wall: be thou to me,to which (most sure) I may resort:
Thy will it is: that kept I be,
my holde thou art and (stable) fort.
4
And make me scape: the tyrannye,my God (and Lord) of wycked foe:
To scape the hand: of man to spye,
both false (in hart) and cruell to.
5
Thou art my hope: and patience,O Lord for whom I (dayly) long:
From euen my youth: my confidence,
thou hast (no dout) bene euer strong.
6
For sith my birth: by thee alone,full sure (by thee) were kept my wayes:
Thou pluckst me out: my mothers wombe,
my mouth (therfore) shall sprede thy prayse.
7
A monster great: men me report,so many iudge (that be) vniust:
But yet thou art: my stable fort,
in whom is all my (hope and) trust.
8
O let my mouth: wyth prayses flow,that thee I may land (alway) thus:
That I may sing: to hye and low,
thyne honour (great most) glorious.
9
In tyme of age: reiect me not,that out (from thee) I be not cast:
And leaue me not: all desolate,
in (needefull) tyme when strength doth wast
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10
For now my foes: together iet,in counsayle whole (they do) conspire:
To rayle at me: they be all set,
to trap my soule in (hateful) ire.
11
They say hym God: hath whole reiect,sue on (therfore) and take hym now:
And full ye may: on hym be wrect,
for none (in earth) wyll hym auow.
12
O God from me: depart not far,O God my God (to thee) I cry:
From me thy helpe: do not debarre,
make hast (to come) my foes be nye.
13
And let them all: confounded bee,to sinke (and drowne) who seke my soule,
Let shame them take: and vilanie,
who wishe my lyfe (my soule) to foyle.
14
As now for me: most quietly,I will abyde thy (louing) hand:
Yea day by day: more earnestly,
my mouth (and tonge) shall prayse thy sond.
15
My mouth shall tell: thy righteousnes,thy sauing health (to me) all day:
But ende of this: great gentlenes,
I can not thinke or (wholy) say.
16
In this my hope: I will go on,in God my Lord (so great) of power:
I will expresse: of thee alone,
thy truth (so ferme) both day and hower.
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17
For thou O God: hast taught me well,from (all my) youth vnto this day:
Thy meruels I: therfore will tell,
thy wonders (great and) how they lay.
18
But me in age: when heares be white,depresse me not (O Lord) adowne:
I will first tell: thy power and myght,
this age (that is) and them to come.
19
For sure O God: thy truth is seene,to heauen (aboue) lyft vp so hye:
Things great by thee: so wrought hath bene,
who can (in power) be lyke to thee.
20
How great and sore: aduersitie,thou madest me oft (in lyfe) to spy:
Yet didst thou turne: to quicken mee,
from deepe (of stresse) to rayse me hye.
21
Beside thou didst: encrease my raigne,with honor (much so) more and more:
When turnd thou wart: and pleasd agayne.
of ioy (so glad) thou gauest me store.
22
I will thee prayse: in psaltry sweete,my God (and Lord) thy truth to tell:
To thee my harpe: shall stand as meete,
O Lord (so good) of Israell.
23
My lips and mouth: both fayne and glad,shall be (alway) to sing to thee:
So shall my soule: for mercy had,
Which thou (by grace) hast made so free.
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24
My tonge shall talke: thy righteousnes,from day to day (and that) euen still:
Because wyth shame: thou dydst represse,
my foes (so fierce) that wisht me euill.
Psalme. LXXII.
The Argument.
In letter prayd: king Dauid playne,His sonne to spede: in all hys raigne:
In sprite more true: yet ment it is,
Of Christes God sonne: and king of blis.
1
Bestow O God: thy iudgements trueUpon the kyng: annoynted due:
Thy iustice eke: geue thou therto,
To this kings sonne: in it to go.
2
Then shall he iudge: the people ryght,The good to saue: the bad to smyte:
He shall the poore: afflict defend,
The meke to quyte: the proud to bend.
3
The mountaines great: swete peace shal bringUnto thy folke: in gouernyng:
The smaller hils: shall righteousnes,
So sprede a lyke: in faythfulnes.
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4
The simple sort: in misery,To holde their right: he shall applye:
The poore mans childe: he shall protect,
And briber stroy: that him so wrect.
5
They shall feare thee: in reuerence,As long as sunne hath influence:
Or while the moone: her face doth showe,
From age to age: from hye to lowe.
6
He shall come down: as rayn from seas,On grasse new shorne: or woll the flease:
As showers sweete: on earth do lyte,
To cheare all thing: in fruitfull sight.
7
In his good dayes: all rightwise men,Shall floryshe then and rise agayne:
Sweete peace shalbe: on euery side,
As long as Moone: her sphere doth ryde.
8
From sea to sea: his rule shalbe,From Palestyne: to deepe red sea:
From Euphrates: to holy land,
From cost to cost: how wyde it standth.
9
The Ethiopes: in wildernes,Full meeke to hym: shall bowe their knees:
His foes shall seeme: to licke the dust,
All prostrate ligh: to hym they must.
10
Of Tharsys kings: and other Iles,shall gifts present: him otherwhiles:
Of arabye: and saba kings,
shall humbly bryng: their offeryngs.
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11
To make short tale: what kings there be,In earth must geue: hym homage free:
Yea nations all: shall them submyt,
To hold of hym: and kysse his feete.
12
For he the poore: shall soone releife,The crying wretch: to ryd from griefe:
The nedy man: all comfortles,
Without all helpe: he will release.
13
I saye agayne: he will be good,To nedy man: and poore of bloud:
Though here he be: both torne and brent,
Their soules to saue: he will consent.
14
Their soules from fraude: in vsurye,He will them ryd: that tyranny:
Theyr names to him shall shine full cleare,
Their bloud, his sight: shall count full deare.
15
And liue he shall: to hym shalbe,So geuen the golde: of Arabye:
He shall for poore: make sute alway,
The poore for it: shall prayse hym aye.
16
One hand full sowen: of wheate on hyll,For growth and length: then shake it will.
In Lybanon: eke trees so hye,
As greene as grasse: all townes shall lygh.
17
Hys name shall still: and aye endure,Before the sonne: it was full sure:
Hys grace shall blesse: all people iust,
All heathen him: shall prayse and trust.
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18
This God our Lord: he blest full well,Euen iust the God: of Israell:
He wondrous thinges: doth worke alone,
All mysteries: by hym be done.
19
Hys name be blest: in vnitie,For euer one: in trinitie:
This name shall fill: the earth agayne,
Say we therto, Amen, Amen.
The ende of the second booke.
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