The .lxxxix. Psalme.
Thy
mercies and thy goodnes Lorde I wyll synge wythout staye
And wyth my mouth (Lord) wyll I cause, thy truth be knowe for aye.
For wyth my selfe, thus haue I thought Goddes mercie lasteth aye:
And in the hygh heauens his trueth he hath set wyth sure staye.
Thus hath he sayd, wyth mynde elect I haue made a commaunt:
And wyth anothe I promised, to Dauid my seruant.
Thy seede I wyll confirme for aye, & make it to enduer:
And in all ages that shall come, thy throne shall remayne sure.
The heauens (O Lord) celebrate, & prayse thy wonders all:
So do the sanctes thyne holy trueth, when they theyr counselles call.
In heauen, who is it that maye be the Lordes felowe right?
And which of the stronge men shalbe, lyke vnto him in myght?
For God muste be greatly feared in holy mens counsell:
And must be had in reuerence of them that nygh hym dwell.
Lorde God of hostes, who is lyke the? Oh thou that art myghtie:
All thynges that are about the Lorde, are truth and veritie.
Lord thou doest rule the greate furies and rages of the seas:
And when they do lyft vp their waues, thou doest them all appease.
Proude Pharao thou dydest beate, euen as a deade bodie:
And wyth the force of thy great strength, thou dydst thy foes destroye.
The heauens are thyne, so is the earth, none can thys thynge denie:
The whole worlde and all thynges therin, thou haste made certenly.
The north parte and the south also, thou haste made and formed:
Thabor and Hermon shall reioyce, whē they heare the named.
Thou haste an arme full of all powre, all myght doeth therin stande:
Lorde thou doest fortifie thy strength, & lyfte vp thy ryght hande.
Thy pryncelyke throne is vndersette, with equitie and right:
Mercie and trueth go before the, and are styl in thy syght.
O happie people that confesse, the sygnes of goddes presence:
For in thy lyght (O Lorde) suche shall walke wyth greate reuerence.
They shall dayly ioye and reioyce, Lorde in thyne holy name:
And in thy ryghtuousenes they shall, purchase them selfe greate fame.
For of theyr force & strength (O God) thou only arte the floure:
And of thy mere goodnes thou wylt extolle our myght and power.
For our shyld of defence is a thynge of the lordes geuynge:
And the holy one of Iacob, hath geuen vs our kynge.
Then to thy prophetes (by a dreame) thus saydest thou, in effect:
I wyll supporte & ayde Dauid, for he is myne elect.
I haue found Dauid my seruant, & haue hym anoynted:
Wyth holy oyle that by my power he myght be strengthened.
The enimie shall neuer be, able hym to deceyue:
Neither shall the froward haue powre, my seruant for to greue.
I wyl braye all his enimies, euen before his face:
And suche as do hym hate I wyll destroye wyth outen grace.
My trueth & eke my mercie shall be wyth hym at his nede:
And in my name his power shal be excedyng great in dede.
I wyll put his hand in the sea, his power shall thyther reach:
And ouer the rennynge riuers, he shall hys ryght hand stretche.
He shall call on me at his nede and shall saye in this sorte:
Thou arte my father and my God, and of my health the forte.
Myne he yer wyll I ordeyne hym, aboue the kynges all:
My mercie and promise to him, for euer kepe I shall.
I wyll make hys sede eternall his stocke shall neuer die:
And his royall seate wyll I make, lyke the tyme of the skye.
If hys sonnes wyll forsake my lawe and not walke in my steppes:
If they wyll breake myne ordinaūce and not kepe my preceptes
Then wyth roddes wyll I visyte them, for theyr goynge astraye:
And wyll wyth scourges punish the wyckednes of theyr waye.
Yet my mercie and greate goodnes wyll I not take from hym:
Ne breake my couenaunt wyth hym, for my trueth I esteme.
I wyll not breake my couenaunt, neither my wordes denie:
I wyll not chaunge but be the same, & neuer contrarie.
I sware once by myne holinesse, & therto wyll I cleaue:
I wyll kepe promise wyth Dauid, I wyl hym not deceyue.
His sede shall be perpetuall, it shall neuer decaye:
His royall seate shall continue as longe as nyght and daye.
It shall be as fyrme and as sure, as the mone in the skye:
Which is a most certen wytnes in the heauē so hye.
But thou haste forsaken Dauid, and arte turned awaye:
Thou burnest wyth anger agaynste thy Christe and kynge I saye.
The promisse that thou madeste wyth thy seruante thou haste broke:
And hast caste his crowne to the grownde by the force of thy stroke.
All his hedges thou haste pulde vp, & lefte him wyde open:
His fences and his suer moundes, thou hast torne and broken.
Eche man that passeth by the way, taketh at him a snatch:
His neighbours do laugh him to scorne, and vse him lyke a patche.
Thou haste set vp the powre of them that do him sore infeste:
And haste made them that be his foes, to reioyce and to ieste.
Yea the edge of his swerde thou hast made so dull as a barre:
Thou haste not geuen him uictorie, ne thupper hand in warre.
Thou haste caused his dignitie, to cease & not be founde:
His royall throne and princely seate, thou haste caste to the grownde.
His yonge & lustie dayes thou haste cutte of and shortened:
Wyth shame, reprofe and dishonour, thou haste him couered.
Howe longe wylt thou be hyd (O Lorde) wylt thou be hyd for aye?
Shal thyne hote indignatiō burne lyke fyre wythout staye?
Remembre howe smal tyme I haue lyued, and saye certayne:
Whether thou haste created and, made all mankynd in vayne.
For what man is he that lyueth, and that none ende shall haue?
And that is able to preserue, his lyfe out of the graue?
O Lorde, where be thyne olde mercies, and auncient goodnes:
Which thou swarest vnto Dauid euen of thy faithfulnes.
Be myndfull Lorde of the rebuke that thy seruantes sustayne:
All the rebukes of muche people in my bosome remayne.
They are thyne enimies (O Lorde) that haue vs reuiled:
And haue checked the tariaunce, of Christe thyne annoynted.
For euer ought the Lorde to be praysed emonge all men:
Praysed be he therfore I saye, for aye. Amen Amen.
