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Quam bonus Deus Israelj.
Psal. lxxiij.
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Quam bonus Deus Israelj. Psal. lxxiij.
Till trew in hart God of Israell is sweit,
Bot stakerand almaist failȝeit my feit
Quhen I beheld thir peruerst wickit men.
Prosper alway, thocht thay did God mis ken.
Bot stakerand almaist failȝeit my feit
Quhen I beheld thir peruerst wickit men.
Prosper alway, thocht thay did God mis ken.
Thair is na ȝock thir wickit men may oppres.
Bot euer in weith plesour and grit riches,
Quhen vther men at trublit and disesit,
With all pastime full plesandlie thay ar easit.
Bot euer in weith plesour and grit riches,
Quhen vther men at trublit and disesit,
With all pastime full plesandlie thay ar easit.
Throw quhilk thay ar exaltit in to pryde,
Thair violence and wrang walkis full wyde
Throw thair grit micht in alkin lust thay leif,
Quhat thay can think, vnto thair hart thay geif.
Thair violence and wrang walkis full wyde
Throw thair grit micht in alkin lust thay leif,
Quhat thay can think, vnto thair hart thay geif.
Quhat euer is done thay think it vanitie,
Bot giue that thay the authoure of it be,
God of heui thay blaspheme with thair mouth
To curs all men thay think it na vncouth.
Bot giue that thay the authoure of it be,
God of heui thay blaspheme with thair mouth
To curs all men thay think it na vncouth.
For this the peple dois flow to and fra,
Quhen thay the wickit with welth se do swa,
Thay dar be bald to dout giue God dois knaw,
Or vnderstand the breking of his Law.
Quhen thay the wickit with welth se do swa,
Thay dar be bald to dout giue God dois knaw,
Or vnderstand the breking of his Law.
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And I also thocht thair prosperitie
Suld euer indure with thame Eternallie
And thocht, vnto my self I did offence,
That wusche my handis and leuit in innocence.
Suld euer indure with thame Eternallie
And thocht, vnto my self I did offence,
That wusche my handis and leuit in innocence.
To thole distres I thocht it was in vaine,
Baith day and nicht to tak on me sic paine.
Quhen I had lang argound on sic a kinde,
The Sonnis of God I dampnit in my minde.
Baith day and nicht to tak on me sic paine.
Quhen I had lang argound on sic a kinde,
The Sonnis of God I dampnit in my minde.
I tuke trauell on this to knaw the treuth,
Bot all for nocht, my laubour was bot sleuth.
Quhen I sall enter in Goddis secreit place,
Than sall I se thair end befoir my face.
Bot all for nocht, my laubour was bot sleuth.
Quhen I sall enter in Goddis secreit place,
Than sall I se thair end befoir my face.
Full slydrie is the sait, that thay on sit,
And for thair fault till hell sune sall thay flit.
For suddenlie thay sall die with mischeif,
Thair destructioun sall be without releif.
And for thair fault till hell sune sall thay flit.
For suddenlie thay sall die with mischeif,
Thair destructioun sall be without releif.
As quhen ane man awalkis of his dreame
Sa sall the Lord destroy thair fulische fame.
Quhen I had this Imaginatioun
My dullie Spreit was in greit passioun.
Sa sall the Lord destroy thair fulische fame.
Quhen I had this Imaginatioun
My dullie Spreit was in greit passioun.
Imprudently this brint I in my thocht,
In thy presence as brutall beist of nocht
Ȝit leit thow not me fall on sic ane sort
Bot held my hand, and gaue me gude comfort.
In thy presence as brutall beist of nocht
Ȝit leit thow not me fall on sic ane sort
Bot held my hand, and gaue me gude comfort.
With thy counsell thow sall me weill conuay,
And efter this ressaue me to thy ioy
O Lord quhat euer in heuin ordand for me,
Quther in eird, compair I not to the.
And efter this ressaue me to thy ioy
O Lord quhat euer in heuin ordand for me,
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Na thing am I, my body nor my hart.
God is my strenth and euer salbe my part.
Perishe sall thay, that fleis from the far,
Loste sall thay be, that ocht to the prefar.
God is my strenth and euer salbe my part.
Perishe sall thay, that fleis from the far,
Loste sall thay be, that ocht to the prefar.
To me forsuith, I think it for the best,
To clene to God, and on him put my traist
And schaw the nobill warkis that he hes done
To quhome be gloir ringand in his throne.
To clene to God, and on him put my traist
And schaw the nobill warkis that he hes done
To quhome be gloir ringand in his throne.
FINIS.
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