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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.
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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.
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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.
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Behold they speake: wythin theyr mouth,but swordes wythin theyr lyps:
They thinke belyke: none heare the sothe,
from them that falshode slips.
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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.
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For God of grace: wil me preuent,wyth mercy plentuously:
And how my foes: shall once be shent,
God shal make me to spy.
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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.
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O thou my strength: all whole alone,to sing to thee I shall:
Thou refuge wart: in all my mone
my God most liberall.
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