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The whole Psalter translated into English Metre

which contayneth an hundreth and fifty Psalmes

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152

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.