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Paraphrases of the Psalms.
37. The first psalme.
Beatus vir.
Happie is hie / hes hald him fre
Frome folkis of defame;
Alwayis to fle / iniquite
And sait of syn and schame.
Frome folkis of defame;
Alwayis to fle / iniquite
And sait of syn and schame.
Bot hes his will / conforme vntill
The Lordis command and law,
Thame to fulfill / with purpoiss still
Boith day and nicht to knaw.
The Lordis command and law,
Thame to fulfill / with purpoiss still
Boith day and nicht to knaw.
He sall haif brute / as tre on rute
Endlang the rever plantit;
To burge and schute / and sall gif frutt /
In tyme as God hes grantit.
Endlang the rever plantit;
To burge and schute / and sall gif frutt /
In tyme as God hes grantit.
Quhois leif and blaid / sall nevir faid /
Bot fragrant ay be flureist;
Quhois workis on braid / sall evir spraid
And richtously be nvreist.
Bot fragrant ay be flureist;
Quhois workis on braid / sall evir spraid
And richtously be nvreist.
Sall non be so / off nochtis no
Quhilk bene of cursit bind:
Bot thay sall go / lyk dust and stro
Bene vaneist with the wind.
Quhilk bene of cursit bind:
Bot thay sall go / lyk dust and stro
Bene vaneist with the wind.
Evill men lykwyiss / sall nocht arryiss
To judgement as the trust,
Nor thame that lyiss / in syne of[t] syiss
To counsale with the just.
To judgement as the trust,
Nor thame that lyiss / in syne of[t] syiss
To counsale with the just.
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For air and lait / the lord weill wait
The wayiss of vertewus men,
And every gait / of wicket stait
Sall perreiss owt of ken.
The wayiss of vertewus men,
And every gait / of wicket stait
Sall perreiss owt of ken.
Gloria Patri
To fader gloir / be evirmoir,To sone and haly spreit;
As wes afoir / now is in stoir,
And ay sal be, so be it.
38. The fyifty psalme.
Lord God deliuer me, allace!
For thy grit mercy, rewth and grace,
Soir mornyng, grufling on my face,
Rew on my miserie:
Als for the mvltitud and space
Off thy heich clemenss, heir my cace,
And my trespass expell and chace;
Lord god deliuer me.
For thy grit mercy, rewth and grace,
Soir mornyng, grufling on my face,
Rew on my miserie:
Als for the mvltitud and space
Off thy heich clemenss, heir my cace,
And my trespass expell and chace;
Lord god deliuer me.
Wesche me, and mak my sawle serene
Frome all iniquite that bene;
Clenge me of cryme and mak me clene,
All vycis for to fle.
For my transgressioun haif I sene,
Quhilk tormentis me with tray and tene,
And ay my syn forgane myne ene;
Lord god deliuer me.
Frome all iniquite that bene;
Clenge me of cryme and mak me clene,
All vycis for to fle.
For my transgressioun haif I sene,
Quhilk tormentis me with tray and tene,
And ay my syn forgane myne ene;
Lord god deliuer me.
Only to the I did offend,
May non my miss bot thow amend,
As by thy sermondis thow art kend,
Ourcum all contrarie.
In filth, lo I begyn and end,
By syn maternall I am send,
With vyce I vaneiss and mon wend;
Lord god deliuer me.
May non my miss bot thow amend,
As by thy sermondis thow art kend,
Ourcum all contrarie.
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By syn maternall I am send,
With vyce I vaneiss and mon wend;
Lord god deliuer me.
Thow had to veritie sic zeill,
That of thy wisdome did reweill,
Incertane hid thingis for my weill,
And laid befoir myne E.
For quhen thy fowth of grace I feill
I sal be clengit clene as steill,
And quhyttar than the snaw gret deill;
Lord god deliuer me.
That of thy wisdome did reweill,
Incertane hid thingis for my weill,
And laid befoir myne E.
For quhen thy fowth of grace I feill
I sal be clengit clene as steill,
And quhyttar than the snaw gret deill;
Lord god deliuer me.
Thow sall gif glaidnes vnto heir,
Me in to joy and mirthfull cheir,
Quhen all my febill bonis efeir
Sall gif the lovingis hie.
Heirfoir avart thy visage cleir,
So that my synnis cum not the neir;
Off my misdeidis quhilk dois me deir.
Lor[d] god deliuer me.
Me in to joy and mirthfull cheir,
Quhen all my febill bonis efeir
Sall gif the lovingis hie.
Heirfoir avart thy visage cleir,
So that my synnis cum not the neir;
Off my misdeidis quhilk dois me deir.
Lor[d] god deliuer me.
Creat within me and infound
Ane hart immaculat and mound,
Ane steidfast hairt renew and ground
Within my breist to be.
Fleme me nocht fra thy face fecound,
Bot lat thy haly spreit abound;
Lord god deliuer me.
Ane hart immaculat and mound,
Ane steidfast hairt renew and ground
Within my breist to be.
Fleme me nocht fra thy face fecound,
Bot lat thy haly spreit abound;
Lord god deliuer me.
Restoir me to the exultatioun
I had in the of my saluatioun,
And with thy spreit of cheif probatioun
Anix sovirlie.
I sall to synnaris mak narratioun,
And wicket men in deviatioun,
I sall thame ken to consolatioun.
Lord god deliuer me.
I had in the of my saluatioun,
And with thy spreit of cheif probatioun
Anix sovirlie.
I sall to synnaris mak narratioun,
And wicket men in deviatioun,
I sall thame ken to consolatioun.
Lord god deliuer me.
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Lord God deliuer me, and gyd
Frome schedding blude, and homicyd;
My tung sall preiss the just, but pryd,
And petefull, all thre.
Lowse thow my lippis, that tyme and tyd
I may gif to the lovingis wyd,
Till all þat fermely list confyd.
Lord god deliuer me.
Frome schedding blude, and homicyd;
My tung sall preiss the just, but pryd,
And petefull, all thre.
Lowse thow my lippis, that tyme and tyd
I may gif to the lovingis wyd,
Till all þat fermely list confyd.
Lord god deliuer me.
Knew I thow covet sacrifyiss,
Or offerand holocast wald pryiss,
I sowld thame gif, bot thow dennyiss
Sic to ressaif in gre;
For thy oblatioun, Lord, it lyiss
In humill hairt, contreit alwyiss;
Pennens of spreit thow nolt dispyiss;
Lord god deliuer me.
Or offerand holocast wald pryiss,
I sowld thame gif, bot thow dennyiss
Sic to ressaif in gre;
For thy oblatioun, Lord, it lyiss
In humill hairt, contreit alwyiss;
Pennens of spreit thow nolt dispyiss;
Lord god deliuer me.
Sweit lord, to syon be suave,
And strenth the wallis of thy conclave,
Jerusalem, thy haly grave,
Quhilk makis ws ransone fre.
This sacrifice than thow salt have
Off thy just pepill, and ressave
Thair laill trew hairtis with all the lave,
Lord god deliuer me.
And strenth the wallis of thy conclave,
Jerusalem, thy haly grave,
Quhilk makis ws ransone fre.
This sacrifice than thow salt have
Off thy just pepill, and ressave
Thair laill trew hairtis with all the lave,
Lord god deliuer me.
Gloir to the fader he aboif,
Gloir to the sone for our behoif,
Gloir to the haly spreit of loif,
In trenefald vnitie:
As wes, Is, Sal be ay, bot roif,
Ane thre, and thre in ane, to proif
Thy Godheid nevir may remoif:
Lord god deliuer me.
Gloir to the sone for our behoif,
Gloir to the haly spreit of loif,
In trenefald vnitie:
As wes, Is, Sal be ay, bot roif,
Ane thre, and thre in ane, to proif
Thy Godheid nevir may remoif:
Lord god deliuer me.
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