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The whole Psalter translated into English Metre

which contayneth an hundreth and fifty Psalmes

Parker, Matthew (1504-1575)

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The first Quinquagene.

To the Reader.

Of the vertue of Psalmes.

Henrie Haward Earle of Surrie in his Ecclesiastes.

Here beginneth the second booke of Psalmes.

The Seconde Quinquagene of Dauids Psalter, translated into Englishe Metre.

Here beginneth the thirde Booke of Psalmes.

Here beginneth the fourth Booke of Psalmes.

The third and last Quinquagene of Dauids Psalter, translated into Englishe Metre.

Here beginneth the fifth Booke of Psalmes.

Psalme. CVII.

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Certayne verses of the sayd Psalme otherwise translated.

Gloria Patri for diuers Metres.

Te Deum.

The song of the three Children.

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Psalme. LII.

The Argument.

This psalm aforesaid in an other Metre.

Thus clawbackes heare theyr shame
Whom God shall once consume:
They Princes hartes enflame,
Wyth causeles ire to fume.

Quid glo riaris.

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.

Sela.

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.

Sela

6

And ryghteous men shall see,
And feare therby shall take:
But yet at hym full free,
Good laughter shall they make.

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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.