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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 .lxxiij. Psalme.
Howe
good is God to such as be, of hert perfect and pure:
Yet were my fete lyke for to slyp, my steppes were nothyng sure.
Yet were my fete lyke for to slyp, my steppes were nothyng sure.
And why? Because I fondly fall, in enuie and disdayne:
To se that foles and wicked men haue peace and byde no payne.
To se that foles and wicked men haue peace and byde no payne.
They are in no daynger of deathe, nor lykely for to dye:
But do remayne excedyng strong and excedynge myghtie.
But do remayne excedyng strong and excedynge myghtie.
They are free frō aduersitie, when other men be shent:
And wyth the reste they take no parte, of plage or punishment.
And wyth the reste they take no parte, of plage or punishment.
Wherby they be full gloriously in pride so high extold:
And are in wronge and violence, wrapped so manyfold.
And are in wronge and violence, wrapped so manyfold.
Theyr eies are solne for verie fat, they are so fallen awaye:
The vayne thoughtes of theyr wycked hert, they practise night and daye
The vayne thoughtes of theyr wycked hert, they practise night and daye
By theyr wycked exemple are other men corrupted:
And the most myghti and high God, by them is blasphemed.
And the most myghti and high God, by them is blasphemed.
For they stretch out theyr mouth to heauē and do agaynst it crie:
But on the earth theyr wycked tonge, walketh most pleasantly.
The flocke therfore of flaterars, do furnish vp theyr trayne:
For there they be full sure to sucke some profite and some gayne.
For there they be full sure to sucke some profite and some gayne.
Tush, tush say they, vnto them selues, is ther a God aboue?
That doth knowe and suffer this yll, & wyll vs not reproue?
That doth knowe and suffer this yll, & wyll vs not reproue?
Looe, ye maye se howe wycked men in richesse styll encrease:
Rewarded well wyth worldly goode, & lyue in rest and peace.
Rewarded well wyth worldly goode, & lyue in rest and peace.
Than whye do I from wyckednes my fantasie refrayne?
And wash myne handes wyth innocentes, & clense myne hert in vayne?
And wash myne handes wyth innocentes, & clense myne hert in vayne?
And whye am I scourged ech daye, as subiect to all blame:
Or why should I euerie morne, sustayne rebuke and shame?
Or why should I euerie morne, sustayne rebuke and shame?
Than had I almost sayed as they, mislykyng myne estate:
But that I should thy chyldren iudge, as folke infortunate.
But that I should thy chyldren iudge, as folke infortunate.
I me bethought (therfore) howe I myght thys thynge vnderstand:
But yet the laboure was to great, for me to take in hand.
But yet the laboure was to great, for me to take in hand.
Untyll the tyme I went into thyne holye place, and then:
I vnderstode right perfectly the ende of all these men.
I vnderstode right perfectly the ende of all these men.
And namely howe thou settest them vpon a slyppry place:
And at thy pleasure and thy wyll thou doest them all deface.
And at thy pleasure and thy wyll thou doest them all deface.
Than Lorde howe sone do they consume, and fearfully decaye:
Euen as a dreame when one waketh, their Image goeth awaye.
Euen as a dreame when one waketh, their Image goeth awaye.
Thus greued was myne hert full sore, my mynde was much appreste:
So fonde was I and ignorant, and in thy syght a beaste.
So fonde was I and ignorant, and in thy syght a beaste.
Yet am I styll by the, and thou holdeste my right hand faste:
And wyth thy counsell doest guid me to glorie at the laste.
And wyth thy counsell doest guid me to glorie at the laste.
Bysyde thy selfe what thynge haue I, in all the heauens aboue:
To delyte in, syth in the earth I do the only loue.
To delyte in, syth in the earth I do the only loue.
My flesh and eke myne herte fayle me, so doeth my God neuer:
For of myne hert God is the strength, and my parte for euer.
For of myne hert God is the strength, and my parte for euer.
And loe all such as the forsake, shal perishe euerichone:
And they that trust in any thynge saueynge in the alone.
But it is good for me (O God) to holde me faste by the:
And to put my full trust in the, and tell what thy worckes be.
And to put my full trust in the, and tell what thy worckes be.
| 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] | |