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Psalme. LXIX.
The Argument.
A sute of man in trouble bounde,that hath his hart opprest:
To Christ and his: it nye doth sounde,
as Paule somewhere exprest.
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Saue me O Lord: in heauines,by woes depressed downe:
The ragyng waues: of all distres,
be falne my soule to drowne.
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In myre so deepe: I sticke full fast,all bottomeles to see:
In waters deepe: downe am I cast,
the flouds haue whelmed mee.
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In crying still: I wery go,my throate is horse and dry:
Myne eyes be dimme: and fainty so,
whyle God I wyshe to spy
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My foes exceede: my heares of head,at me they causeles looke:
My foes preuayle: that wyshe me dead,
I payd I neuer tooke.
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Thou know O God: my folishnes,if ought amisse I dyd:
My crymes of lyfe: my simplenes,
from thee be neuer hyd.
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Who wayte on thee: feele they no bostes,of shame for my desert:
O God the Lord: of Iacobs hostes,
let them feele neuer smart.
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For sooth for thee: susteyned I,both shame and vyle reproofe:
My face is hyd: for infamy,
so felt for thy behoofe.
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I was repute: as stranger fremd,to all my brethren bad:
As aliant: so me condemnd,
my mothers children had.
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For why, the zeale: of thy sweete house,hath me vp eaten quite:
On me fell dedes: opprobrious,
of them that thee did spyte.
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I wept and fast: my soule to chast,my body low to bryng:
Thus when I dyd: they did it cast,
to my disabelyng.
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When sackecloth course: I put me on,to mourne my griefe the more:
Theyr laughyng stocke: and iestyng stone,
they made me then therfore.
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12
The Iudges eke: which sate in gate,on me they babled euill:
So dyd on me: wyne bibbers prate,
yea songes they made theyr fill.
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Yet I O Lord: prayd whole to thee,in tyme acceptably:
For thy great ruthe: and veritie,
wyth helpe heare thou my cry.
14
O plucke me out: of myre and sand,before I sinke to steepe:
Let me escape: my haters hand,
to ryse from waters deepe.
15
Let me no tyme: by floudes and sea,all ouerflowne to bee:
Nor let the deepe: vp swalow me,
ne pit shit mouth on mee.
16
This graunt to mee: O God this day,thy grace is liberall:
Turne thy respect: to me I pray:
regard thy mercies all.
17
Hyde not thy face: and cherefull sight,from me thy seruant poore:
For greuous woes: on me be lyght,
make hast and heare therfore.
18
Draw nye my soule: to chalenge it,redeme and saue it well:
For these my foes: so haut they sit,
saue me from them so fell.
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Thou knowst what spite: what shame I bearewhat vyle rebukes I feele:
Myne enemies all: that me do deare,
be known to thee full well.
20
The shame hath pearst: and rent my hart,I feele all hartes disease:
I lookt if man would ease my smart,
but none was me to ease.
21
In stede of meat: for my repast,they gaue me bitter gall:
In my great thyrst: they esill cast,
to quenche my thirst wythall.
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Theyr table be: to them a snare,theyr sweete meates tournd to sowre:
And that for ioy: they dyd prepare,
let theare but sorrow lowre.
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Theyr eyes be darke: to see no lyght,and wyt be far fro them:
And make theyr loynes: to reele vpright,
be they lyke drunken men.
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Poure out thy wrath: these frekes to strike,who walke so stubburnely,
And let thyne ire: and wrath a lyke,
take hold of them full nye.
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Theyr dwellyngs fyne: be they supprest,that they theyr country lose:
In all theyr tents: let no man rest,
theyr stocke no man to chose.
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For whom thou smitest: they scourge in sport,as though thou wouldst them so:
Of thyne afflict: and wounded sort,
they talke wyth pleasure to.
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O let them fall: from sinne to sinne,as thou dydst plague the blynde,
And suffer not: that they go in,
thy iustice it to fynde.
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Be they cast out: of booke of lyfe,who thus impugne Gods grace:
No where in booke: memoratiue,
wyth iust men haue they place.
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As now for me: for that I mourne,in paynes and dolours lye:
Thy health to me: O God returne,
to rayse vp me on hye.
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Gods name I wyll: wyth prayse aduaunce,in song full deepe in hart:
I will in hymnes: hys laudes enhaunce,
hys grace to shew in part.
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And thys shall please: God far aboue,(who is a sprite most pure)
Then Oxe or calfe: wyth horne and houe,
to offer hym (be sure)
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The humble soules: shall thys beholde,reioyce they shall by lyue:
And ye that seeke: the Lord, be bold,
reioyce, your soule shall lyue.
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For God no doubt: the nedy heareth,they may reioyce more hye:
His prisoners: in eye he bearth,
he cannot them defye.
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Let heauen and earth: and all betwene,hys worthy laud set out:
The sea and all: that creepth therin,
prayse hym all round about.
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For God shall saue: sweete Zyon hill,hys place of godly rest:
And Iudas townes: build vp he will,
to dwell in them possest.
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Hys seruauntes true posteritie,shall it enherite iust:
And they that loue: hys maiestie,
of dwellyng theare may trust.
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