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The .C. xxxvi. Psalme. |
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The .C. xxxvi. Psalme.
Super Flumina Babilonis.
At the
ryuers of Babilō
there sat we downe ryght heuely
Euen whan we thought vpon Sion
we wept together sorofully
for we were in soch heuynes
ye we forgat al our merynes
& left of all oure sporte & playe
on the willye trees ye were therby
we hanged vp our harpes truly
& morned sore both night & day.
there sat we downe ryght heuely
[xxxvii]
we wept together sorofully
for we were in soch heuynes
ye we forgat al our merynes
& left of all oure sporte & playe
on the willye trees ye were therby
xxxviii
& morned sore both night & day.
They that toke vs so cruelly
And led vs bounde into pryson
Requyred of vs some melody
with wordes full of derision
when we had hanged our harpes awaye
This cruell folke to vs coulde saye
Now let vs heare some mery songe
Synge vs a songe of some swete toyne
As ye were wont to synge at Sion
where ye haue lerned to synge so longe
And led vs bounde into pryson
Requyred of vs some melody
with wordes full of derision
when we had hanged our harpes awaye
This cruell folke to vs coulde saye
Now let vs heare some mery songe
Synge vs a songe of some swete toyne
As ye were wont to synge at Sion
where ye haue lerned to synge so longe
To whom we answerd soberly
Beholde now are we in youre honde
How shulde we vnder captiuite
Synge to the lorde in a straunge londe
Hierusalem I say to the
yf I remembre the not truly
My honde playe on the harpe nomore
yf I thynke not on the alwaye
Let my tonge cleue to my mouth for aye
And let my loose my speache therfore.
Beholde now are we in youre honde
How shulde we vnder captiuite
Synge to the lorde in a straunge londe
[xxxviii]
yf I remembre the not truly
My honde playe on the harpe nomore
yf I thynke not on the alwaye
Let my tonge cleue to my mouth for aye
And let my loose my speache therfore.
yee aboue all myrth and pastaunce
Hierusalem I preferre the
Lorde call to thy remembraunce
The sonnes of Edom ryght strately
In the daye of the destruction
which at Hierusalem was done
For they sayd in theyr cruelnes
Downe with it, downe with it, destroye it all
Downe with it soone, that it may fall
Laye it to the grounde all that there is.
Hierusalem I preferre the
Lorde call to thy remembraunce
The sonnes of Edom ryght strately
In the daye of the destruction
which at Hierusalem was done
For they sayd in theyr cruelnes
Downe with it, downe with it, destroye it all
Downe with it soone, that it may fall
Laye it to the grounde all that there is.
O thou cite of Babilon
Thou thy selfe shalt be destroyed
Truly blessed shalbe that man
which euen as thou hast deserued
Shall rewarde the with soch kyndnesse
As thou hast shewed to vs gyltlesse
which neuer had offended the
Blessed shall he be that for the nones
Shall throwe thy chyldren agaynst the stones
To brynge the out of memorie.
Thou thy selfe shalt be destroyed
Truly blessed shalbe that man
which euen as thou hast deserued
Shall rewarde the with soch kyndnesse
As thou hast shewed to vs gyltlesse
which neuer had offended the
Blessed shall he be that for the nones
Shall throwe thy chyldren agaynst the stones
To brynge the out of memorie.
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