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Psalme. LXX.
The Argument.
The iust man here: calth God to ayde,To be protect: from hasty brayde,
Of all hys foes (to hate) so ryfe:
By hys good hand: to be well stayde,
No tyme that he: be ouerlayde,
By weakenes frayle (of all) his lyfe.
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O God to me: thyne helpe intende,In hast thy selfe: to mercy bende,
and me (O Lord) deliuer quite:
Lyke grace I craue: that thou extend,
Thy helpe from heauen: so downe to send,
to ayde me strong: by (godly) might.
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In hast be they: confounded all,Wyth shamefull name: men myght them call,
Which seke (in hate) my soule to spill:
Be they put backe: and dryuen to wall,
All vyle reproofe: myght them befall,
who that to me: wyshe (any) euill.
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Euen strayt fled backe: let all them bee,For theyr reward: foule shame to see:
these suttle (men but) glosers all:
Whose tong to fawne: can whole agree,
To say there there: lo thus to mee,
by guile (and craft) to make me fall.
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But let all those: that seeke thy myght,With gladnes full: and ioy be dyght,
in thee theyr Lord (and God) all daye:
And let them all: that haue delite,
In thy sweete health: say still aryght,
the Lord (so good) be praysed aye.
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As now for me: though poore I ligh,Afflicted sore: in misery,
O Lord to me make (hasty) speede:
Thou art myne ayde: most trustely,
My God of all: deliuery;
to long (fro me) do not receede.
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