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The works of Sir William Mure of Rowallan

Edited with introduction, notes, and glossary by William Tough

Mure, William (1594-1657)

VOL. I

II.

VOL. II

A Covnter-Bvff to Lysimachus Nicanor;

Caledons Complaint

THE Cry of Blood and of A Broken Covenant

Some Psalmes translated and presented for a proof to publick view, wherby to discerne of the whole being conformed to this essay.

THE SECOUND BOOK OF PSALMES.

XLII.

XLIII.

XLIV.

XLV.

XLVI.

XLVII.

XLVIII.

XLIX.

LI.

CI.

CII.

CIII.

CIV.

CV.

CVI.

CVII.

CVIII.

CIX.

CX.

CXI.

CXII.

CXIII.

CXIV.

CXV.

CXVI.

CXVII.

CXVIII.

CXIX.

CXX.

CXXI.

CXXII.

CXXIII.

CXXIV.

CXXV.

CXXVI.

CXXVII.

CXXVIII.

CXXIX.

CXXX.

CXXXI.

CXXXII.

CXXXIII.

CXXXIV.

CXXXV.

CXXXVI.

CXXXVII.

CXXXVIII.

CXXXIX.

CXL.

CXLI.

CXLII.

CXLIII.

CXLIV.

CXLV.

CXLVI.

CXLVII.

CXLVIII.

CXLIX.

CL.

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THE SECOUND BOOK OF PSALMES.

XLII.

1

As after cooleing streams the hinde
Doth pant with passion strong,
My soule with vehement desire,
For thee, O Lord, doth long.

2

My soule thrists ardentlie for God,
Thrists for the living God.
When shall I come? O when appeare
In place of his aboade?

3

Tears feed me day and night, for still,
Where is thy God? say they.
How can I but my heavie soule
Poure out within me ay?

4

Remembring, to the House of God
I midst the presse repair'd,
A preasse, with voyce of joy and prayse,
Which solemne feasts prepard.

5

Why art thow, (O my soule,) cast doun?
Within me greatlie mov'd?
Wayt still on God; Him yet I'le prayse,
His face my health hath prov'd.

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6

My God, my soule is sore cast doun,
While I from Jordan's playn,
From Hermon and the lesser hills,
Thee mindeing, mourne in vaine.

7

As roareing of thy water spouts,
Deep vnto deep doth call.
Thy tumbling billowes, waltering waves,
Gone over me are all.

8

Yet God his mercie will command
By day: His song by night
Shall me refresh: To Him I'le pray,
Of life who gave me right.

9

I to the Lord, my Rock, will say,
Why hast thow me forgott?
Why walk I sad becaus of foes
Which my oppression plot?

10

As murdring weapons in my bones,
My foes reproaches are;
While, daylie, me in pryde to ask:
Where is thy God? they dare.

11

Why droupst thow, O dejected soule?
Depriv'st thy self of rest?
Sore greev'd and mov'd, tumultuouslie
Why stirrst thow in my breast?
Wayt, wayt on God: for yet will I
Insist to spread his prayse;
The health of my sad countenance,
My God Hee is alwayes.

XLIII.

1

Be Thow my judge, Lord, plead my cause;
A nation mercilesse
My pairtie is: Me from the man
Of fraud and wickedness

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2

Sett free, for of my strentgh the God
Thow art; why, thrust from thee,
Why goe I mourning all the day,
My foes oppressing me?

3

O send thow out thy light and truth;
Let them direct my way,
And bring me to thine holie hill,
The places of thy stay.

4

I'le to God's altar come, (to God,
My joy and gladnes great,)
And on the harp, (O God, my God,)
Thy prayses celebrate.

5

My soule, why droop'st thow? why within
Me mov'd? For God, O stay,
My God, and countenance's health,
To him yet prayse I'le pay.

XLIV.

1

Wee with our ears haue heard, O God,
Our fathers haue ws told
What great things in their dayes thou didst,
In ancient tymes of old.

2

How them thow planted by thine hand,
The heathens quite cast out;
How thow the people didst afflict,
And them madst spring and sprout.

3

For, by their oune suord, to enjoy
The land attaind they not;
Nor by the strength of their own arme,
Salvation they gott.

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But thy right hand it was, thine arme,
And countenance's light,
This broght to passe, by reasoun they
Found favour in thy sight.

4

Tis thow, O God, who art my king:
Deliverance com̄and

5

For Jacob. With the horne through thee,
Who to distresse ws stand
Push doun wee shall: evin through thy name,
Tread wnder foot shall wee
All such as risen wp for war,
Our foes are found to be.

6

For in my bow I will not trust,
Nor saftie in my sword

7

Will I repose. Tis thow hast sav'd
Ws from our foes, (O Lord);
Thow hast our haters putt to shame.

8

Our glory all the day
Shal be in God; yea, to thy name
Prayse wee will ever pay.

9

But, (ah,) now dost thow cast ws off,
And bringst on ws disgrace;
Thow with our airmies gost not forth,
Whence foes we dare not face.

10

Our haters ws at pleasure spoyle,
While wee before them flie;

11

Like sheep for meit givin o're, dispersd,
We mongst the nations bee.

12

Thow sell'st thy people at no price,
And thus not richer art.

13

Wnto our neighbours a reproach,
Expos'd in evrie part;

132

Who duell about ws, with proud scoffs,
With scorne, do ws invade;

14

A byword to the heathen groune,
The peoples' mockage made.

15

All day mine ignominy is
Before me; shame of face

16

Hath covered me becaus of those
Who load me with disgrace;
Who taunts vnto my troubles adde;
By reasoun of the foe

17

And self-avenger. Lord, all this
To ws from thee doth flow,

Yet thee forgottin have wee not,
Not dealt deceatfully

18

Have in thy covenant. Our hearts
From turning back are free;
Our steps depairt not from thy pathes;

19

Tho' bruis'd ws sore thow hast,
And, (cov'red with the shade of death,)
In deeps mid'st dragons plac't.

20

Should wee forgett our God's great name,
Our hands to strange gods rayse;

21

This would not Hee search out, the heart's
Hid secrets who surveyes?

22

Yea, kild for thee wee are all day,
Are held as slaughter[d] sheep.

23

Stir wp thy self for ws, O Lord,
What time is now to sleep?

Ryse, cast ws not for ever off.

24

Thy face why dost thow hide?
That greeved and opprest we are,
Why owt of minde let slide?

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25

To dust our soul's bow'd doun; to earth
Our bellie fast doth cleaue.

26

Rise, for our help, redeeme ws, (Lord,)
Of mercie ws releeue.

Shall in MS.

XLV.

Inscript.

For Korath's sons this song of Loves
A solid meane for knowledge proves.

1

Great thoughts for matter hath my hart
Digested; I do sing
A work of weightie argument,
A poeme to the king.
My tonge is, (for enditeing prompt,)
As speedie writer's pen.

2

In beautie much more excellent
Thow art then sonns of men.

Grace in thy lips diffused is;
For ever therfor blest

3

Of God thow art. Gird on thy thigh
Thy sword, thow Mightiest,

4

Thy glorie and thy majestie.
In majestie O ride
Most prosperouslie, for that the raines
Truth, meeknes, justice guide.

5

Thy right hand terrors shall thee teach.
Thy shaftis their wings shall steep
In hearts of the king's enemies,
And low the people keep.

6

Thy throne eternall is, (O God);
With equitie thow sweyes

7

Thy scepter. Righteousnes thow lovst,
And hatst all wicked wayes.

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God therfor, evin thy God, the oyle
Of Gladnes on thy head,
Aboundantlie, above thy mates,
Hath, (not by measure,) shed.

8

Thy roabs of myrrhe, of aloes all,
And cassia sweetlie smell,
From Ivorie palaces, and theirs
That mak the glad excell.

9

Amongst thy weemen, honored most
By thee, kings' daughters stand.
The Queen, in Gold of Ophir clad,
Taks place at thy richt hand.

10

Advert and weigh, thine eare encline,
O Daughter; whollie sett
Thyselff, thy freends, thy father's house,
Thy people to forgett.

11

Thus, in thy beautie shall the king
Exceedinglie delight.
Thy Lord he is, to Him bow down,
His honour is by right.

12

The daughter of renowned Tyre;
Of people not a few,
Who mightie are, with presents rich,
Shall for thy favor sue.

13

All glorie inwardlie arrayes
The daughter of the king;
Roabs wrought on grounds of gold, around
Her decentlie do hing.

14

In rare embroideries, to the king
Shee shall be led along;
(Her follow virgins after,) Shee
To thee shall lead the throng.

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15

They with rejoiceing shall bee brought,
With mirth and gladnes great,
And, in the palace of the king,
Shall be receavd with state.

16

Thy fruitfull ofspring shall the rooms
Of sleeping fathers fill,
In all the earth who shall derive
From Thee dominion still.

17

My song to all succeeding times
Thy name shall famous make;
For ever, (therefore,) people shall
Thy praise for subject take.

XLVI.

1

God is our refuge and our strength,
A verie present ayde

2

In trouble. Thence thogh from its place
Earth should be quite convey'd;

3

Midst seas though hills wer hurld; thogh floods
Should roare, and rage, and shake
The mountains with their swelling might,
No feare need wee to take.

4

A river is whose streams make glad
The citie of our God,
The sanctuarie of the Most High,
The place of his aboade.

5

God doth in midst of her remaine,
Shee never mov'd shall bee.
God shall her opportunelie ayde,
In her necessitie.

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6

The nations made a noise, sore mov'd
The kingdoms did appeare.
The Lord did giue his voyce, the earth
Did melt, dismay'd with feare.

7

On our syde is the Lord of Hosts,
Our strength is Jacob's God.

8

Come, view his workes, what solitude
Hee maks on earth abrode.

9

To earth's far ends Hee wars maks cease,
And breaks the archer's bow.
The spear hee cutts, and in the flams
The chariot wheels doth throw.

10

Let men be still and stoup. Let all
Know I am God, am Hee,
Amongst the heathen nations,
Who will exalted be.

11

Throughout earth's kingdoms all will I
Exalted be abrode.
On our side is the Lord of Hosts;
Our strength is Jacob's God.

XLVII.

1

Clap hands, (yee people all,) to God
With voice of triumph shoute;

2

For dreadfull is the Lord most high,
A mightie king, throughout

3

All earth he raignes. The people shall
Hee vnder ws subdu;
And nations vnder foot to bring,
With strenth shall ws endu.

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4

Of a most rich inheritance,
(The high excellencie
Of Jacob, whom hee dearlie lovd,)
Made choise for ws hath hee.

5

God is ascended with a shoute,
The Lord with trumpetts sound.

6

Sing praise to God, sing praise; Our King
Let all be praysing found.

7

Sing, sing his praise; for God of all
The earth is Lord and King.
High prayses to his holy name,
With vnderstanding sing.

8

The Gentils God subjected hath
To his dominion.
Evin God, established, doth sitt
Vpon his holie throne.

9

Togither ar the princes come,
Who do the people lead,
The people of the mightie God
Of Abraham and his seed.
For vnto God the sheelds of all
The earth belong alone.
Exceedinglie exalted is
This high and holie one.

XLVIII.

1

Great is the Lord, and greatly all
Engaidg't are in his prayse,
In citty of our God, his hill,
Which holines arayes.

2

For situation beautifull,
The joy of all the land
Mount Sion's; on her north side doth
The great king's citie stand.

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3

God for a refuge in her forts
Is knowne; for Lo, kings

4

Mett and did jointlie march. They looke,
From looking wonder springs.

5

There, troubled sore, they frighted fled;

6

Them trembling did o'retake
And payne, lik hers, through labour sore,
Who is in birth brought weak.

7

Thow Tarshish shippeing from the east
With tempest breckst outright.

8

What by report we hard before,
Confirm'd is now by sight,
In citie of the Lord of Hosts,
The citie of our God;
For ever wch establish sure
Sall God, for his aboade.

9

Thy mercy midst thy temple, Lord,
We silent did attend.

10

Such as thy name, thy praise is heard,
Wnto the world's far end.

11

Thy right hand's full of righteousnes.
Rejoyce let Sion's hill;
Becaus of thy just judgements,
Joy let Judah's daughtirs fill.

12

Walk Sion's walls about, around
Her go, her tours all tell.

13

Her bulwarks marke, her buildings strong,
View and considder weell;

14

Her Glorie to succeiding times
To shew. For our God still
Is this God; till our dying day
Hee safely guide ws will.

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XLIX.

1

Hear this, all people, and giue eare,
All in the world who duell,

2

Both high and low; alike yee poore,
And yee whose riches swell.

3

My mouth of wisdome shall discourse,
My heart of knowledge muse;

4

And to apply mine eare vnto
A parable I'le choose.

5

My doubtfull argument vpon
The harp I will unfold.
Why, in the dayes of evill, should
Wpon me feare tak hold,
While I on everie syd besett
Am with iniquitie,
Wch doth me, at my very heels,
Persue wncessantlie?

6

Of these that in their wealth do trust,
Proud while ther riches ryse,

7

Not one a brother can redeeme,
God doth such pryce despise;

8

For deare ther soul's redemption is,
And ceaseth such to be;

9

As thus hee should for ever live,
And not corruption sie.

10

For he beholds the wise to die,
The foole and brutish one
To perish; and that others spend
Their goods when they are gone.

11

Yet think they that establisht still,
Ther houses shall endure;
And, from posteritie, applause
Their buildings shall procuir.

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12

There lands by ther oune names they call.
Man, not the lesse, to day
Advanc'd to honor, like to beasts
That perrish, frosts away.

13

This way of theirs their foolishnes
Maks more then manifest.
Their sayings yet their seed approve,
And much wpon them rest.

14

In grave, like sheep, they shal be lay'd,
(A flock for death to feed);
And over them the just, when as
The morning beams shall spread,
Shall haue dominion. Then their strenth
In grave shal waist away;
Their duelling places of delight
Constrain'd to chainge for clay.

15

But, from dominion of the grave,
God shal my soule sett frie;

16

For me receaue hee shall. O fear
Not, one made rich to sie,
The glory of his hous encreast;

17

For nothing at his end
Shall hee tak hence, nor after him
His honor shal discend.

18

Though, (whiles alive) his soule hee blest;
Thogh, thyself cherishing,

19

Men prayse; with fathers yett to lodge,
Wher nevir light shall spring,

20

Remove hee must. Who prudent are
Not, and in honour bee,
Ar like to beasts, of reasoun voyd,
Which perrisch vtterlie.

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L.

1

The mightie God, Jehouah, spake,
And earth from end to end
Cald; from the riseing of the Sun,
Till where hee doth discend.

2

God out of Sion shyn'd, where seen
Is beautie most compleet.

3

Our God shall come and not be still;
Before Him flams shall eate.

Around Him shall a Tempest rage.

4

To heavens, Hee from above
Shall call, and to the earth, that Hee
His people's Judge may prove.

5

My saints assemble, who with me,
By offring, league did make.

6

Heavens shall his Justice shew, for God,
To judge, the throne shall take.

7

Hear, O my people, I will speak;
O Israel, give thow eare.
God, even thy God, I am: against
Thee witnes I will beare.

8

Not for vnfrequent sacrifice
My challenge is to thee;
For thy brunt offrings have before
Me been continuallie.

9

No bullock from thine house I'le have,
No male goat from thy fold;

10

For beasts that woods and thousand hills
Bring forth, of me do hold.

11

The mountaine foule I know; the feeld
No wild-beast doth frequent,

12

Which I com̄and not; wold I thee,
If food I lackt, acquent?

142

Mine is the world, the plentie mine,
That filleth everie part.

13

Vpon the flesh of Bulls, or blood
Of Goats sett I my hart?

14

Such eat or drink will I? To God
Let praise thy offring bee;
And let thy promis'd vowes be pay'd
To Him who is most High.

15

Call thow vpon me in the day
Of thy Calamitie.
Deliver thee I will: my name
So shalt thow glorifie.

16

But O thow wicked one, sayth God,
Darst thow my lawes declair?
My Couenant tak in thy mouth
As warranted thow wer?

17

Thow, who instruction hatst, my words
Of no availe dost make;

18

Runs't with the theef, when seen, and with
Adult'rers dost partake;

19

Thy mouth to evil, and thy tongue
Who givst deceit to frame;

20

Against thy brother speaks, and dost
Thy mother's sonne defame.

21

In these thow stick'st not to transgresse,
Yet silence kept I have;
Me therfor like vnto thyself,
Thow surelie didst conceave.
But thee rebuike I will, at length,
And bring thy sin̄s to light,
And sett them, (vylie as they are,)
In order in thy sight.

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22

This lay to hart, (now) yee who God
Forgett, least yow I teare
In peeces, and there none be found,
Yow to deliver, neare.

23

Who offer praise do honour me;
And who aright dispose
Their way, the Lord's salvation
To such will I disclose.

LI.

inscript.

Thus David, after hee went in
To Bathsheba, convinc'd of sin
By Nathan propheet of the Lord,
His guilt and greef leaves on record.

1

As great in love, as kinde thow art,
O God, on me compassion take;
Thy mercies, not mine owne desert,
A ground for my requeest I make:
As these exceed, my faults not few

2

Blot out. Lord, throughlie purge thow me
From my iniquitie; made new
And cleane, me from my sin sett free.

3

O cleanse me, for my guiltines
I do acknowledge to be great.
My sin, (my secret wickednes,)
Before my face is ayre and late.

4

'Gainst Thee, Thee onlie have I sin'd;
I guiltie in thy sight appeare,
That men for ever Thee may fynd
In speaking just, in judgeing cleare.

5

Lo, in iniquitie forth broght,
My mother me conceav'd in sin.

6

Lo, inward truth Thow lovst, and taught
Me wisdome of the hart within.

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7

Purge, purge with hysope my offence,
That cleane and pure I may appeare.
O wash me, that for ever hence
The snow my whytnes come no neare.

8

Joy make me heare and gladnes, so
The bones Thow bruisd refresh'd shall be.

9

Hide from my faults thy face; let no
Spot vnpurg'd out remaine in me.

10

A cleane hart let created be
In me, renew'd a spirit right.

11

Cast me not off; nor quench in me,
O God, thy holie spirit's light.

12

Thy saveing joy to me restore.
With thy free spirit me sustaine.

13

I'le teach thy wayes, that such before
As went astray may turne againe.

14

From guilt of blood, O God, (the God
Of my salvation,) set me free.
To spread thy righteousnes abroade,
Thus sett on work my tonge shall be.

15

Lord, open thow my lips, so shall
My mouth aloud thy praises sound.

16

For sacrifice if thow didst call,
Mine on thine altar had been found.
No offrings which the flams prepare

17

Thow carst for. Spirits bruisd that be
Of God the sacrifices are;
No broken hart's despis'd by thee.

No hart contrite dost Thow contemne,

18

O God. To Sion, of thy love,
Shew favour. Thy Jerusalem
Raise, of her walls the builder prove.

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19

Offrings of Righteousnes receave,
Brunt offrings, shalt Thow then, O God;
Then whole brunt offrings shall they leave,
And with fat calves thine altars load.

C. [Loud shouts of joy let all the earth]

1

Loud shouts of joy let all the earth
Vnto the Lord expresse.

2

The Lord with gladnes serve, to him
With songs mak your addresse.

3

Know that Jehovah he is God:
He made us, and not we
Our selfes; his people and the scheip
Wee of his pasture bee.

4

Enter his gates with giveing thanks.
Prayse in his courts proclame.
With thanks for ever celebrate
And blesse his holy name.

5

For good is God eternally;
His mercy's firme and sure;
His treuth to generatiounes all
For ever do endure.

CI.

1

Mercy and Judgment I will sing,
I'le sing, O Lord, to thee;

2

And in a perfyte way will keep
The path of prudencie.
Thy presence when shall I enjoy?
I'le walk wt vpright hart.

3

Within myne house all wickednes
Shall from my presence part.

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I hate ther work who turne aside,
To me it shall not cleave.

4

The part perversely that disposd
Is, may at me tak leave.

5

I'le know no wicked persoun, such
As privily employ
Their tongs, ther nighbours to traduce,
I'le vtterly destroy.

A proud high look, a haughty hart
Who haue, such I depise.

6

On them who faithfull in the land
Ar found, I'le sett myne eyes,
That they wt me may duell; the man
Who keips ane vpright way,
Is he whom for a servant chuise
I will, with me to stay.

7

No residence within myne house
For such as work deceat;
Not one establisht in my sight
Shall stand, who lyes relate.

8

Betimes the leude ones of the land
Shall be cutt off by me;
That of all wicked workers thus,
God's citty purg'd may bee.

CII.

A prayer for the soule distrest,
When, with affliction's weght opprest,
To God it poureth furth (apart)
The inward angwisch of the hart.

1

My prayer heare, O Lord.
Lett my complaint haue place.

2

From me in day of my distresse,
O do not hyde thy face.

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Giue eare when I do call;
To answer mak no stay;

3

For, (as ane hearth my bones brunt vp,)
As smoak my dayes decay.

4

Sore smitten is my hart,
Yea withred as the grasse;
That to refresch my lyff with food,
I (carelesse) overpasse.

5

By reason of my groans,
Whose noise no respett gives,
Fast to my skin, (wt dolor dryed,)
My bones full closse do cleave.

6

Most lyk a pelican,
In places waist I prove;
Or, as ane owle, whose dreirie moanes
The deserts wild do move.

7

I lyk a sparow watch,
No myrth which doth admitt,
But, playning on the houses' top,
Doth solitarie sitt.

8

By foes reproaching tongs,
I all the day ame torne;
Who gainst me have let louse ther rage,
My overthrow have sworn.

9

As bread I ashes eate;
My drink I mixed with tears;

10

Becaus in furie thow dost frowne,
And all enflamd appears.

Thy hand on high me raisd;
Thy hand me low hath layd.

11

Most lyk a shade my dayes decline;
Lyk grasse cutt doun I fade.

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12

Bot thow, O Lord, the same
Continew shalt for ay;
To generations all, (ay fresch,)
Shal thy remembrance stay.

13

Thow surelie shalt arise,
And pitie Sion's case;
For now the time, the sett tym's come,
To her to turne thy face.

14

Thy servants in her stones,
(Thogh scattired) tak delight;
Her trampled dust and ruins find
Compassion in ther sight.

15

So heathens shal thy name,
Earth's kings thy glorie fear.

16

When God shall Sion build, hee shall
In glorie bright appear.

17

The destitut's desire
With him shal fynd respect;
Their prayer hee will not despise,
Nor them in neid neglect;

18

For after ages this
Shall kept be in record,
And they that shall created be
Shall blesse and laude the Lord.

19

For hee hath looked doun
From his high sanctuarie;
The Lord from heaven vpon the earth
Hath cast his gracious eye;

20

Of such as be in bonds,
The heavie groans to heare;
And to sett free those that to death,
(As destinate,) ar neare;

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21

In Sion thus to show
Jehovah's holie name;
And in Jerusalem aloud,
His prayses to proclame.

22

Evin then, when congregate
Togither, shal be seen
The people, when to serve the Lord
The kingdomes shall conveen.

23

(My dayes abridgt,) my strength
Hee weakned in the way.

24

In midst of my swift dayes I say'd:
Lord tak me not away.

Beyond all tymes draune out,
Thy years from chainge ar free.

25

Earth's grounds of old thow laydst; the heavens,
Thy workmanship they bee.

26

They perish shall, but thow
Continew shalt for ay.
Yea, as a garment all of them
Shall, (worne with age,) decay.

Evin thow shalt work this chainge,
As on a vesture weake;

27

They chaing'd, but thow shalt still be hee
Whose yeares no change partake.

28

Thy servants' children shall
Continew; and their seed
Established before thy face
For ever shal reside.

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CIII.

1

Blesse God, my soule; his holie name
Blesse, all that is in me.

2

Blesse God, my soule; his bountyes all
Forgott let never bee:

3

Who frielie all thy faults forgiues,
All thy diseases cures;

4

And from destruction sad, thy lyfe's
Redemption procuires;

5

With love, with pittie, thee who crouns;
With good things who thy mouth
Doth fill, that (as the eagles), so
Renewed is thy youth.

6

Justice and judgement doth the Lord
For all that are opprest.

7

His wayes to Moses, Hee his acts
To Israell's son̄es exprest.

8

Most gracious is the Lord, with him
Compassion doth abound;
To anger alwayes slow, and great
In mercie Hee is found.

9

Nor chyds Hee still, nor angrie ay,
Hee gius our sin̄es ther due;

10

Nor doth in ws, as wee deserve,
Iniquitie persew.

11

For as, in wondrous hight, the heavens
Ar rays'd the earth above;
As wondrous great, all they that fear
Him do his mercies prove.

12

As farre as east and furdest west
Disjoyned by distance are,
All our iniquities, from ws
Hath Hee remov'd as far.

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13

As to ther children is the kinde
Respect that parents beare,
As tender-hearted is the Lord
To all that doe him feare.

14

Hee knowes our frame, & myndfull is
Our matter is but dust;

15

That man his dayes are as the grasse,
Which soone evanish must.

Hee floorisheth as doth a floure
In field, which strecht doth fall,

16

By blasting wynds made not to bee,
And fill no place at all.

17

But vnto all eternitie,
For euer firme and fast,
The tender mercie of the Lord,
To all that fear him, last.

18

His righteousnes from race to race,
All such extends vnto
His covenant who keep, and minde
His precepts, them to do.

19

His throne the Lord in Heavens hath fixd;
His kingdome all com̄ands.

20

Blesse him, his angells, yee whose strength
No creatur's strenth withstands.

21

Yee, (hearkening to his voice and word,)
Who to his will mak way,
O blesse the Lord; his ministers,
His hosts which him obey.

22

In evrie place of his empire,
To what hee doth afford
To bee, or move, lett all him blesse.
My soule, O blesse the Lord.

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CIV.

1

Blesse God, my soule! O God, my God,
How great dost thow appeare;
Glorie and highest honour are
The roabs which thow dost weare.

2

As with a garment who thyself
Environ'd hast with light;
Whose hands the heavens haue streacht about
Thee, like a curtain bright.

3

The beames of all his high-raisd roumes
Who layd in deeps aboue;
Clouds made his chariot, winging winds,
(Thus mounted,) who doth move.

4

His angells sp'rits, his ministers
Who made a fyrie flame;

5

And earth, that stable it might stand,
On bases firme did frame.

6

Most lyk a rayment, with the deep
Thow cov'redst it around;
Waters (envolving all) the tops
Of highest mountaines round.

7

But thow no sooner didst rebuik,
Then all, (with gushing noise,)
Wer put to flight; all haisted have,
At thy loud thundring voyce.

8

They vpwards by the mountains move;
By valleys low discend;
And for the place which thow didst found,
For ther aboad, do bend.

9

To them thow didst assigne a bound,
Within the which to byde,
That they should nevir more returne,
Earth's flourie face to hyd.

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10

Plains hee with springs provyds, which way
Betwein the mountains make;

11

Beasts of the feeld heer drinke, and here
Ther thrist wild asses slaike.

12

By them the feathred flocks of heaven
Themselvs do place by payrs,
And heer (securelie) midst the boughes,
Sitt warbling forth sweett ayres.

13

Hills, from his courts above, to baith,
Hee moisture doth prepare.
Fild with the fruict of thy rare works,
The earth is evrie where.

14

For cattell grasse, herb for the vse
Of man, hee maks to grow;
And causeth earth's cold bosome food
Aboundantlie bestow.

15

Hence wine to cheare the heart, and oyle
To clear the face, hee brings;
Hence bread, whose strenth the life sustaines,
At his appointment springs.

16

The trees of the Almightie full
Of sap and strenth do stand;
Mount Libanus' tal cedars, which
Hee planted with his hand.

17

Birds (heer) do build ther nests; the Storke
In firrs aloft doth lodge.

18

Steep hills to goats, to coneyes smal
The rocks ar a refuge.

19

The lesser light, the moone, he made
Apointed tyms to show;
The sun̄e, when time is to breck off
His daylie taske, doth know.

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20

Thow darknes calst, 'tis night; in it
From woods breck forth abrode

21

Wild beasts. Prey-roareing lyons seek
Ther sustenance from God;

22

But, gathred in their den̄s do lurk,
Dayes torch whill thow dost light.

23

Man to his industry retourns,
And plies his work till night.

24

How many ar thy works, O Lord,
All wrought in wisdom rare?
Fild with thy riches infinite
The earth is everie where.

25

So this great sea is, whose vast arms,
Stretcht out on evrie syd,
Of creeping creaturs numberlesse,
Sorts great and small do hyd.

26

Heer doe the ships make way; heere strayes
The leviathan hudge,
By thee which form'd, heerin to play,
This element doth lodge.

27

All wayt on thee, in seasoun due
That thow mayst furnisch food.

28

Thou giust, they gathir; all, thy hand,
Sprede forth, doth fill with good.

29

Thow hidst thy face, how suddenlie
Doth trouble on them fall.
Their spirit thow calst back, they dye,
And turnd in dust are all.

30

Thy spirit thow sends furth, and hence
A new creation springes.
Thus thow to earth's sad face, (refresh'd),
New lyff and beautie bringes.

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31

God's glorie still may last; may still
His works his joy provock.

32

On earth hee looks, its center shakes;
Hee toucheth hills they smoake.

33

Whill, (adding dayes,) my life hee lenths,
Of him my song shal bee;
Whill beeing thow bestow'st, my God,
I'le still be prayseing thee.

34

My thoghts of him shall be most sweett;
My joy in God I'le place.

35

Lett sinners, from the earth cutt off,
No more defyle her face.
O, that the wicked, (quite consum'd,)
Hence nevir more might spring!
Blesse thow the Lord, my soule! Let all
The Lord's high prayses sing.

CV

1

Praise God, O call vpon his name;
The people with his actes acquent.

2

Sing vnto him, in psalmes proclaime
His prayse; his wondrous works all vent.

3

His holy name let alwayes bee
Your glory. Glade in hart be they

4

Who seek the Lord. The Lord seek yee;
O seek his strenth and face for ay.

5

The works miraculouslie wrought,
Prodigious wonders of each kinde,
The judgements of his mouth, all broght
To passe by him, still beare in minde,

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6

Seed of his servant Abraham,
His Choisen Ones, yee Jacob's race.

7

Our God Jehouah is by name;
His judgements in all earth haue place.

8

Hee keeps in minde his couenant
For ay, his word and promise fast,
The which hee did command and grant
To thousands of degrees to last;

9

His league with Abram made, which hee
By oath to Isaake ratifyde;

10

To Jacob stablisht by decree,
To Israel firme for ay to byd.

11

Canaan's pleasant soyle, (said Hee,)
That fruitfull land, I will mak thine,
Of your inheritance to bee
The proper lote, layd off by line.

12

In number few, evin verie few,
And forraineuers when there they stayed;
When as, (encountring straits anew,)
From nation they to nation strayed,

When from one kingdome they did flitt,
And other parts and people prov'd,

14

To wrong them hee did none permitt,
Yea, kings hee for their sakes reprov'd.

15

Take heed, (sayd hee) lest violence
To mine anointed offred be;
Sie, yee to them give no offence;
Vnharm'd, my propheits lett passe free.

16

He famine cald, to which hee gaue
The land; evin bracke the staffe of breade;

17

And Joseph sent, (thogh sold a slave,)
A man of place, them to preceid;

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18

Whose feet, sore payn'd with bolts of brasse,
In irons made fast, they made him lye;

19

Till that his word did come to passe;
The Lord did by his word him try.

20

The king, the peopl's ruler, sent
To lowse his bands, and him inlairge.

21

Instead of strict imprissonment,
Of all his house hee gaue him charge;
Lord therof, yea, of all hee hade

22

He ruler made him; to his will
To ty his; that wiser made
His elders might be, by his skill.

23

Israell also, full of years,
To Egypt from Canaan came.
Old Jacob, fred of all his fears,
Did sojourne in the land of Chame.

24

The Lord his people every way,
There, did exceidinglie increase,
And soone them mightier made then they
Who did themselves their foes professe.

25

With hate his people to persew,
Their wicked harts hee did enclyne;
His servants, as their number grew,
By subtilty to vndermine.

26

His servant Moses Hee employ'd,
Yea, Aaron chuis'd, amidst the crew

27

Wher Chame discent ther lote enjoy'd;
His signes and wonders (there) they shew.

28

Hee darknes sent, and darknes all
Envolv'd; his word was not withstoode.

29

Their streams turnd blood; both great and small
The fish hee slew of everie flood.

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30

Their princes' rowmes of frogs not free,
Of them the land brought forth such hosts;

31

Hee spake, forth suarm'd each sort of flie;
Yea, lyce did craule in all their costs.

32

Haill in ther land and fireflaughts flew,
For nursing raine, which hee held back.

33

Their vines and figtrees hee o'rethrew,
And all ther border trees doun brack.

34

He spake, and numberles wer found
Locusts and cutwormes, to employ

35

Of all the land and fertile ground,
The herbe and fruit which did destroy.

36

The first borne all, of all ther land,
Hee smote, the chieff of all ther strength.

37

With gold and silver at command,
His people hee brought furth at lenth.
Mongst all the Tribs was none at all
Found feeble, and vnfitt for flight.

38

Egipt, in that their fear did fall
On them, was glade at ther good-night.

39

By him a cloud was o're them cast.
A fyre to cleare the night was given.

40

They ask'd, hee brought them quails in haist,
And fild them with the bread of heavin.

41

The rock he opned, from whose veyns
Hee made refreshing waters flow,
Which, gliding through the parched playnes,
Did soone a pleasant river grow.

42

For good his holie word hee made
To Abraham, his servant deare;

43

And brought his people forth most glade,
His choisen ones, with shouting cheare.

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44

The peoples' paynes, the heathens' lands,
For them to brooke hee did afford;

45

His laws observe, and his com̄ands
That they might keep. O, praise the Lord.

CVI.

1

Praise God. With thanks make your addresse;
Hee's good, His mercie lasts for ay.

2

His mightie acts who can expresse?
Who all his praises can display?

3

Blest they that judgement keep! Evin hee
Who to do right doth stil hold deare!
Lord, with that love remember me,
Which to thy people thow dost beare.

4

Wowchaife, O Lord, to visite me
With thy salvation, to the end
That I the good and peace may sie,

5

That still thy choisen do attend;
That, with thy nation to rejoyce,
All joy beside I may decline;
And that I glorie may with those,
Who by inheritance ar thine.

6

Wee, with our fathers, (Lord,) haue sind;
Perverse and lewd our works haue been.

7

Our fathers, at thy wonders blynd,
Throughout all Egipt which wer seene,
Them vnderstood not, nather kept
Thy mercies' multitude in minde;
But at the sea, the Red Sea, leapt
All in rebellion and repind.

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8

Yet, for his name's sake, them hee sav'd,
His mightie powar to mak knowne.

9

The Red Sea hee rebuik'd; bereav'd
Of waves, it was dryed vp and gone.
Through deeps, as desarts dry, hee led,

10

And them from hater's hand rescu'd;
Yea, them deliuered while they fled
Before their foes, who them persew'd.

11

Seas covered ther oppressors proud,
Not one of all was left aliue.

12

His word beleeving then, aloud,
In songs, they solemne prayse did giue.

13

But soone they did his works forgett,
And did not on his counsell wait;

14

But, in the desart, lowsse did lett
The rains to concupiscence great.

They lusted, and did tempt the Lord,
Whil through the wildernes they went.

15

To their requeist hee did accord,
But lean̄esse in their soules hee sent.

16

At Moses in the campe they grudgd,
And thus gainst Aron did they sin̄,

17

God's holy one. To death adjudg'd,
Earth opning, Dathan did suck in.

18

Earth, (straight), Abiram's companie
Did cover. Midst ther troups a fire
Was kindled. For there mutinie,
Midst flames the wicked did expire.

19

A Calfe they made, a molten masse,
In Horeb, worship eik imparted;

20

And in ane oxe's forme, on grasse
That feeds, their glory they converted.

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21

Of God forgettfull they became,
Who sav'd them whil to him they soght,
In Egypt; in the land of chame,

22

Things great and wonderfull who wroght,
Evin fearfull things by the Red Sea:

23

That, whil for their destruction bent,
His choysen Moses, them to free,
Did in the gape himselff present.

Els (straight) persewing wraith surprisd
Had all, thus if not turn'd aside.

24

The pleasant land, yea, they despis'd,
And did his holie word diffide.

25

Yea, in their tents a murmureing band
Them found hee, from his voice to be

26

Averse; sua lifted vp his hand,
That in the desart they should die;

27

Amongst the heathen overthroune,
That fall and perish should their seed,
And, dissipate in parts vnknowne,
That they should roame about in need.

28

To Baal-peor joynd, they eate
The sacrifices of the dead.

29

Thus, by their workes, (his furie great
Provockt,) the plague did mongst them spread.

30

But judgement quicklie exequuted
By Phyneas, the plague did stay;

31

A work for righteousnes imputed
To him, from age to age, for ay.

32

Him, where the streams of strife did flow,
They greev'd, with Moses for their sake

33

That ill it went. There chaif'd they so
His spirit that hee rashlie spake.

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34

Nor all the rebell nations slew
They, whom the Lord to death decern'd;

35

But, (mingled mongst the heathen crew,)
Their works (with greedinesse) they learn'd.

36

They serv'd their idols, for a snare
Which wer vnto them. Ill advis'd,

37

Nor souns nor daughtirs they did spair;
But vnto devils them sacrific'd.

38

Much sakeles blood they shed. The blood
Of eyther sexe of ther owne seed
They offred to the Idole broode
Which did Canaan overspreed.
The land with blood thus did they staine.

39

To works most vyle, which made them, bent,
And with their oune inventions vain,
They wickedlie a whooreing went.

40

God's wrath thus 'gainst his people grew,
That hee his heritage abhorr'd;

41

And, suffring heathens them subdue,
They ruld wer by their haters' word.

42

By foes opprest, whil humbled so,

43

Oft from their hand Hee sett them frie;
But, with their counsell greev'd, them low
Hee broght, for their iniquitie.

44

Yet lookt hee on them when, (confind
With straits,) their cry came to his eare,

45

And vnto them did call to minde
The covenant which hee did sweare.
Hee did repent him, as abound
His mercies do, which bounds exceid;

46

Yea, caused that they favor found
With all who them did captius lead.

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47

Saue ws our God. Ws, Lord, reclaime
From mongst the heathen. Fred by thee
So shall wee laude thy holie name;
So shall thy praise our glorie be.

48

Blest be the Lord, both now and ay,
The God of Israel, good alwayes.
Amen, let all the people say.
All joyntlie to the Lord give prayse.

CVII.

Begin̄ing the 5 booke of the psalmes.

1

Giue thanks to God, for hee is good,
His mercie lasts for ay.

2

This the redeem'd ones of the Lord,
(From foes sett free,) may say;

3

From east, west, south and north, whom hee
Did gather from all bounds,

4

Whil wand'ring in the wildernes,
Through waist and wayles grounds.

5

No citie found they where to duell;
With thrist and hunger faint

6

Their soules did fail. Then with their straits
The Lord they did acquent.

7

The Lord from their distresse them fred,
And led them in the way,
That thus sett right, they might fynd out
A citty for their stay.

8

Oh, for the bountyes of the Lord
That men wold thankfull prove;
To prayse him, that his wondrous works
The sonns of men wold move!

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9

For hee the thristie soule doth slaike,
And satisfy at will;
Yea, evin the soule with hunger faint,
With goodnes hee doth fill.

10

Who duell in darknes, in death's shade,
With Irnes and anguisch bound,

11

Becaus against the word of God
Rebellious they wer found;

12

Yea, did the highest's counsell scorne,
Hee therfor did bring low
Their harts with labour. They fell doun
Bot none did help bestow.

13

Then when with straits besett about,
Vnto the Lord they cry,
The Lord from their distresses all
Releev'd them by and by.

14

From darknes, from the shade of death,
His hand them furth did take;
And to their fetters offring force,
Asunder them did shaike.

15

Oh, for the bounties of the Lord,
That men wold thankfull prove;
To praise him, that his wondrous works
The sonns of men wold move!

16

For Hee the gates of brasse most strong,
Hath brust and brocken all;
And, by his might, the barrs of irne
Ar cut in peeces small.

17

For their transgressions, for their sins,
Fooles ar afflicted sore.

18

All food their souls abhorre; death's gates
(Straight) are they brought before.

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19

To God then cry they in distresse,
From straits hee setts them free;

20

His word hee sends, and they, restored,
Destruction's stroke do flee.

21

Oh, for the bountyes of the Lord,
That men wold thankfull prove;
To praise Him, that his wondrous works
The sonns of men wold move!

22

The sacrifice of solem̄e thanks
To God lett them present,
And with rejoiceing heart, his works
Of might and mercy vent.

23

They that in schipps do seas discend,
And on proud wavs persew

24

Their trade, God's works and wondrous acts,
Amidst the deeps do view.

25

Hee speeks, and streght tempestuous stormes
Of wynds his word obey,
Which swelling surges lift aloft,
That none bot hee can lay.

26

To heavins heav'd vp, thence dive they doun,
Discouering deeps profound;
Their melting soules, amidst these straits,
Wnwsuall fears confound.

27

As one in drink, in stag'ring state,
They totter to and fro,
And to ther witt's end broght, no more
Do skill nor courage show.

28

While straited thus in thes extreams,
Wnto the Lord they cry;
The Lord from their distresses all
Releeus them by and by.

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29

The storme he calms and, (waves represt,)
Sea's angrie face maks eavin,

30

And brings them glade, (the tempest stild,)
To their desyred heawen.

31

Oh, for the bounty of the Lord,
That men wold thankfull prove;
To praise Him, that his wondrous works
The sonns of men wold moue!

32

O, let them 'mongst the multitude
Exalt his holy name;
And, when the elders are conveen'd,
His prayse aloud proclame.

33

Rivers a desart, water springs
Dry land the Lord doth make;

34

The fruitfull land a barrennesse,
For leud possessors' sake.

35

The wildirnes in standing lakes,
Dry ground in water springs

36

He turns, and (there) that they may duell,
The hungrie hither brings.

A duelling citie they prepare,
More safelie where to live.

37

The feilds they saw, and vine yairds plant,
Which friuchfull encrease giue.

38

Hee blesseth them, and multiply'd
(Thus) ar they in excesse.
Yea, for their cattell Hee doth care,
That they do not decrease.

39

Againe diminished they are,
And suddenlie brought low;
Constrain'd to beare oppression,
Calamitie and woe.

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40

Contempt Hee, at his pleasour, pours
On pow'rs that scepters swey;
And, in a wayles wildernes,
Hee causeth them to stray.

41

Yet, from affliction Hee doth raise
The poore, borne doun with neid;
And, as a standing flock doth make
Their families to spread.

42

The man that righteousnes persews
Shall thus, (rejoiceing,) sie;
And all iniquity shall stop
Her mouth, and silenc'd bee.

43

Who prudent is, who, (wiselie way'd,)
To hart doth thes things lay,
The loving kindnes of the Lord
That wnderstand they may.

CVIII.

1

My hart's prepar'd, O God! I'le sing
And mak sweet melodie

2

Evin with my glorie. Be awalk't
My harp and psalterie!

3

Myselfs I ayrelie will rowse vp,
And, mongst the people, prayse;
Yea, hymns amongst the nations,
To Thee, O Lord, I'le rayse.

4

For great thy mercy's heavins above;
Thy truth the clouds doth reach.

5

To heavens be thow extold, O God;
Thy glory, (passing speech,)

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6

Be over all the earth, that thy
Belov'd may be sett free.
Deliuer, Lord, by thy right hand,
And daigne to ansuer me.

7

God by his holinesse, hath said
(I joyfull will remaine,)
That Schechem's spoyls I shall devide,
And measure Succoth's playne.

8

Mine Gilead is, Manasse's mine,
And Ephraim of mine head
The strenth's; my statuts and my lawes
From Judah shall proceed.

9

Moab's my washing pott, my shoe
O're Edom will I cast;
And over Palestina proud
Triumph I shall at last.

10

Who will wnto the citty strong,
To Edom, be my guide?

11

Wilt thow not, Lord, from ws cast off,
Who late thy face didst hide?

12

Wilt thow not with our hosts goe forth
O God? To thee wee flee,
To thee, for help in all our straits,
For vain is man's supplie.

13

By ws shall acts of worth be wroght,
Through God, in whom wee trust.
Evin Hee our adversaries all
Shall trample in the dust.

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CIX.

1

God of my praise, let my complaint
Thy patient silence marre;

2

For wicked and deceatfull mouths
Against me opned are.

3

With lying tongs they me traduce,
They compasse me around
With words of malice, and persew
Me, while no caus is found.

4

They for my favor are my foes,
But vnto thee I pray.

5

They ill for good, my love vnfain'd
With hatred do repay.

6

Let ouer him the wicked rule,
And at his right hand sett

7

Be Sathan. Let him, (when adjudg't,)
Doome with the guilty gett;

8

His prayer sin̄e; his days be few;
His charge another take.

9

Their mother soone a widow, may
Their orphane children make.

10

Still vaige, and sharke, and beg about,
Their bounds lay'd waist, they may;

11

To mercilesse extortioners,
Lett all hee hath be prey.

12

His labour let the stranger spoyle,
And none compassion shew;
Vnto his children fatherles
From none may favour flow.

170

13

His ofspring, utterlie cutt off,
May no more sprout nor spread;
Let evin their names be blotted out,
In ages to succeed.

14

His father's faults be ever fresch
With God, nor wipt away

15

His mother's sinne; before the Lord
Let them be found for ay.

16

The Lord their memorie from earth
Root out, becaus hee shew
No mercie, but the indigent
and needie did persew;

Yea, spaird not to the brocken heart
The wounds of death to giue.

17

To cursing as he was enclin'd,
Let cursing to him cleaue:
As blessing bred him no delight,
No blessing be him neare.

18

Let cursing cloath him as a suit
Most fitt for him to weare;

As water in his bowells may
It sink; as oyle find place,

19

Evin pearce his bones; bee't as a cloake,
Or covering of disgrace,

20

Or as a belt, continowally
To gird himselff withall.
This to my foes, that will speek
Against my soule, befall;

21

From God be this their due. But thow,
For glorie of thy name,
Do, for me Lord, me to rescue,
Let lousse thy mercye's streame.

171

22

For good it is, O God, and I
Afflicted am, and poore.
Yea, deep and deadlie wounds my hart
Within me doth endure.

23

Gone am I, a declining shade
My cace doth clearlie show;
As ye vnsettled grasse-hopper
I tos'd am to and fro.

24

My knees, through fasting, feeble are;
My flesh of fatnes free;

25

To them made a reproach, their heads
They shake and gaize at me.

26

Help me, O Lord my God! O save
Me, for thy mercie's sake.

27

That this thy hand is and thy work,
(Lord,) manifest it make.

28

Curse they, so thow do blesse, O Lord;
Confusion let them gain
Against me who arise, but glade
Thy servant let remain.

29

Disgrace my foes may cloath, their schame
Them cover as a cloake.

30

The Lord wncessantlie I'le prayse,
My mouth shall him invoke;

31

I'le prayse him midst the preasse, for Hee,
The poore-man's right hand nigh,
Him, from persute of such as wold
Condemne his soule, setts free.

172

CX.

1

The Lord say'd to my Lord, sitt doun,
Place by my right hand take,
Till I thine adversaries all
For thee a foot stoole make.

2

The scepter of thy strenth the Lord
Shall out of Sion send.
Rule thow amidst thine enemies,
Thy Government extend.

3

In day of thy wnbounded pow're,
When all thy foes shall flie,
Thy people, voluntaries all,
Shal flock and follow thee.
In beauties of pure holinesse,
As deaw in everie feeld,
The morning's bellie shal thy youth
Innumerable yeeld.

4

The Lord hath sworne and will him not
Repent; eternallie
A preist thow art, according to
Melchisedeck's degree.

5

The Lord, thy right hand alwayes nigh,
When comes the dreadfull day
Of his fierce wraith, shal kings cut off,
In state who scepters swey.

6

Amongst the heathen hee shall judge;
On them giue sentence out.
Yea, hee, with lifelesse carcasses,
Shall fill the bounds about.

7

The heads of mightie countreyes shall
Hee wound, and in the way
Drink of the brooke, and therfor lift
His head aloft for ay.

173

CXI.

1

Prayse yee the Lord! My hart to prayse
I whollie will applie.
Him midst the preasse, evin where the saincts
Assemble, prayse will I.

2

Great are his acts, soght out of all
That therein tak delight.

3

Most glorious, most majestick all
His works in all men's sight.

4

His righteousnes endures for ay.
His wonders deep in minde
To be lay'd vp hee maks. The Lord
Most gracious is and kinde.

5

Who feare him furnischt are with food,
And from his hand do gett
What neidfull is. His covenant
Hee nevir doth forgett.

6

The powar of his actes hee hath
Made to his people knowne,
In giveing the inheritance
Of heathens to his owne.

7

Judgement and strenth his hands haue wrought.
All his decries are sure;

8

In vprightnesse and veritie
Done, they for ay endure.

9

Redeem'd hee hath his people, firme
His couenant to his
For euer hee hath made: His name
Holie and dreadfull is.

10

First wisdome is to feare the Lord,
And wisest are all they,
That walk in his comandements.
His prayse endurs for ay.

174

CXII.

1

Sing Halelujah! Blest is hee
Who doth Jehouah feare,
To whom the Lord's commandements
Exceedinglie ar deare.

2

His seed shall mightie be on earth.
The just man's progenie

3

The Lord shall blesse, and in his house
Shall wealth and riches bee.

4

His righteousnes endures for ay.
To him ariseth light
In darknes. Hee is gracious,
Shewes mercy and doth right.

5

A good man pitty doth expresse,
And to the needfull lends;
And caryes with discretion
What ever hee intends.

6

Hee, (surelie,) nevir shal be mov'd.
The wpright's memorie

7

No tyme shall bound. Hee fears no news,
How bade so e're they be.

8

Fix'd is his hart; In God hee trusts;
His hart's vpholden still.
Hee fears not, til vpon his foes
God his desires fullfill.

9

Hee scattred hath, and given the poore.
His righteousnes for ay

10

Shall last. His horne, in honor raysd,
The wicked shal dismay,

175

Who this shal sie, and greeve, and gnash
His teeth, and pine for spite;
All whoes desires shall frustrate be,
And with him perrisch quite.

CXIII.

1

O praise the Lord. Prayse yee who serve
The Lord. His name praise yee.

2

God's holie name be blest from hence,
Furth to eternity.

3

From whence the rysing sunne the day
Doth cheerfullie renew,
Til where his task hee ends, all prayse
Vnto his name is due.

4

High is Jehouah, nations all
Com̄anding by his might.
Yea, heauens exceidinglie ar low,
Match'd with his glorye's hight.

5

Who's lyk vnto the Lord our God,
Whose duelling is on high?

6

And stoupeth doun, in heauens and earth
What acted is, to sie.

7

From dust the low hee lifts. The poore
Hee from the dunghill takes,

8

And wnto him, with princes, place,
(His people's princes,) makes.

9

Wnto the barren to keep hous
His favor doth afford,
Of children made a mother glade.
O ever prayse the Lord.

176

CXIV.

1

From Egipt's servitude sett free
When Israell way did make,
And Jacob's house a people left,
A barbarous tonge which spake,

2

Judah the Sanctuary wes,
Where honored was his name,
And Israell the dominion
Which him for Lord did claime.

3

The sea this saw and frighted fled;
Swift Jordan back did flow.

4

Lyk ram̄s the mountains high did skip,
Lik lambs, the hills more low.

5

Sea, wherefore fledst thow? Jordan swift,
Why didst thow back ward flow?

6

Lyk ram̄s why skipt yee, mountains high?
Like lambs, yee hills more low?

7

At presence of the Lord, O earth,
Submitt thyself and schaike;
Whil Jacob's God is looking on,
How canst thow then but quaike?
O, tremble him before, who turnes
The rocks in liquid laiks,
And who the veynes of firmest flint,
His water conduits maks.

CXV.

1

Not wnto ws, Lord, not to ws,
To whom belongeth schame,
Bot for thy treuth and mercye's sake,
Giue glorie to thy name.

177

2

Why should the heathens, in their pryd,
Wher's now ther God, demand?

3

Our God's in heauen, and brings to passe
What pleaseth him com̄and.

4

Men's handiwork their idols are,
Of silver and of Gold.

5

They mouths which speek not haue, and eyes
Which nothing can behold:

6

To them are ears, yet hear they not,
And noses voyd of sent;

7

Hands which no feeling haue, and feet
On which they never went.

8

No way for words is through there throat.
Who make them lyk them bee;
Evin all to them, (dishonoring God,)
With confidence who flie.

9

O Israell, trust thow in the Lord,
Whose help and sheeld he is.

10

O Hous of Aron, trust in God,
The help and sheeld of his.

11

Who feare Him trust in Him; to such
A help and sheeld is he.

12

Hee hath remembred ws, and sure
Wee blest of him shal bee.
The house of Israell, yea, the house
Of Aron blesse hee shall.

13

Evin all who feare his holie name
Shal blest be, great and small.

14

To blessing hee shall blessing adde,
On yow and on your seed.

15

By him yee blest are, earth around
Who did heavin's courtain spread.

178

16

Vnto Jehouah do the heavins,
The gloriouse heauens belong;
Bot earth his hand devided hath
The son̄es of men among.

17

The deid that doe in silence duell,
Gone doun wnto the grave
From mongst the liveing, Thee, O Lord,
To prayse no power have.

18

Bot wee wncessantlie will blesse
And laud thy holie name.
From hence forth, and for evir moir,
Let all his prayse proclame.

CXVI.

1

I'le love the Lord, for Hee
My voyce and sute did heare.

2

I'le call him whil I live, to me
For hee hath still giuen eare.

3

Death's sorrows me besett;
Hell's payns on me gate hold;
Trouble and straits I found till I
Did my distresse vnfold.

4

On God's name did I call,
My soule, O Lord, sett free.

5

Kynde, just and mercifull our God
Is, such he prov'd to me.

6

The Lord the simple saves;
Hee helpt me when brought low.

7

Turne to thy rest, my soule, to thee
His bountyes largelie flow.

179

8

Becaus my trembling soule
From terrifyeing death,
My melting eyes from flowing tears,
Thy hand deliuered hath;

9

From falling since my feett
Thy favour hath sett free,
In land of lyff, to walk before
The Lord, my cace shal bee.

10

I spake, so I beleev'd.
Me trouble sore did try;

11

And in my haist, I did affirme
That everie man did lye.

12

What shall I thee repay,
Lord, for thy bounties all?

13

The cup of saveing health I'le take
And on thy name will call.

14

To God I'le pay my vows,
(Now,) in his people's sight.

15

Deare in his eyes the death of saincts
Is, whom the world doth slight.

16

Thy servant, O my God,
Thy servant sure am I,
Thy handmaid's son̄e. When I was fast
My bonds thow didst vntye.

17

The sacrifice of thanks
I'le offer, Lord; on thee

18

I'le call now, in thy people's sight;
Perform'd my vows shal be.

19

Within thy courts, amidst
Thine house them will I pay,
In midst of thee Jerusalem.
Him prayse yee, now and ay.

180

CXVII.

1

Praise yee Jehovah, nations all;
All people laud the Lord;

2

For plentifullie towards ws
Hee mercy doth afford.
Exceeding great his kyndnes is;
No time his treuth doth bound.
Yee nations, yee, his people all,
Loud Halelujahs sound.

CXVIII.

1

O praise the Lord, for hee is good;
His mercie lasts for ay.

2

For ever that his mercie lasts,
Let Israell now say

3

Still that his mercie lasts, O hous
Of Aron, condiscend.

4

O, all that fear the Lord, confesse
His mercies haue no end.

5

I cald vpon the living Lord,
With pinching straits surchairg'd.
The Lord his servant dain'd to heare,
Me ansuer'd, and enlarg'd.

6

The Lord's for me. To me, what man
Can do, I will not feare.

7

The Lord's for me, with them that help
Me, ay in trouble neare.

8

Wpon my haters therfor shall
I see, in God to trust
Is bettir then put confidence
In man, who is but dust.

181

9

Tis bettir in the Lord to trust,
On kings then to rely.

10

All nations me belay'd, but them
I vanquis'd by and by.

11

In name of God I vanquish'd them.
They compast me around,
They compast me, bot in God's name,
Them did I quite confound.

12

They compast me about like bees,
Bot as a crackling fire
Of thorns, in name of God, by me
Cut off, they did expire.

13

Thrust at me sore thow hast, to mak
Me fall; bot God did ayde;

14

God who my strength, my song of joy,
Is my salvation made.

15

Heard in the tents is, of the just,
The voyce of victory;
Loud shouts of joy: the Lord's right hand
Hath done most valiantlie.

16

Exalted is the Lord's right hand.
The right hand of the Lord

17

Did valiantlie. I shall not die;
His hand did lyff afford.
Evin live I shall, and blaize abrode
His works which wondrous bee.

18

Hee sore me chast'ned, bot to death
Did not deliuer me.

19

The gates of righteousnes cast vp,
That entrie I may make,
And render prayse wnto the Lord,
Who me did not foirsake.

182

20

This is the gate of God, by which
To passe the saincts are seene.

21

I'le prayse thee for thow, answering me,
Hast my salvation been.

22

The stone that builders did refuse
Is now the corner's head.

23

This is of God, this in our eyes
Astonishment doth bread.

24

This is the day, (O gloriouse day!)
For our deliuery made,
Made by the Lord. In this rejoyce,
In this lett ws be glade.

25

Hosanna! Save now Lord; O, grant
Prosperity and peace.

26

Blest hee, who in Jehouah's name,
Coms frielie offring grace.

27

Wee blesse yow from God's housse; evin God,
The Lord, our day adorns
With light: with cords the offring ty
Vnto the altars horns.

28

My God, I'le thee exalt: my God,
I'le prayse thee night and day.

29

O, prayse the Lord, for hee is good;
His mercy lasts for ay.

CXIX.

Aleph.

1

Blest are the vpright in the way,
God's law who leave not. Who observe

2

His testimonys, blest are they,
With whole heart him who seik and serve.

183

3

Them (sure) no wicked works pervert;
His paths they stedfastlie persew.

4

Wnto thy precepts, on our part,
Thow crav'st, O Lord, obedience due.

5

O, that my wayes (by thee direct)
To keep thy statuts, I could frame!

6

When all thy precepts I respect,
Then shall I not be broght to shame.

7

I'le prayse thee with ane vpright hart,
Thy judgements just when learn'd I haue.

8

I from thy lawes will not depart.
O, do not wtterlie me leaue.

Beth.

9

The wayes of youth to cleanse, what way?
In watching o're them by thy word.

10

With whole hart haue I soght thee, stay
Me, least thy law I leaue, O Lord.

11

Hidd in my hart thy word I haue,
Lest sin̄ing I should thee offend.

12

Blest art thow, Lord. Me teach, I craue,
Thy statuts, who on thee depend.

13

My lipps, at large, I haue employ'd,
The judgments of thy mouth to spread.

14

Thy testimonyes way hath joy'd
Me, more then goods which most exceed.

15

Oft on thy precepts pause I will;
Thy wayes in sight I still will sett.

16

Joy will I in thy statuts still;
Thy word I never will forgett.

184

Gimel.

17

Deall with thy servant bounteouslie,
That I may live and keep thy word.

18

Myne eyes wnvaill that I may sie
The wonders of thy law, O Lord.

19

On earth a stranger I: Oh hyde
Not from me thy comandements.

20

My soule for langour breaks; besyde
Thy judgements noght, no time, contents.

21

Thy scharp rebuiks the proud do prove,
Accurst, who from thy statuts swerve.

22

Contempt and schame from me remove,
Thy testimonyes who observe.

23

Kings sitt and gainst me speeke with spight,
Yet muse I on thy statuts ay.

24

Thy testimonyes me delight;
Thence counsell doe I craue alway.

Daleth.

25

To dust of death my soule draws neare;
Giue lyff, according to thy word.

26

My wayes I wtter'd, thow gavst eare.
Instruct me in thy statuts, Lord.

27

Me with thy precepts' paths acquent,
So I thy wonders shall proclame.

28

For heavinesse my soule doth faint;
Give strenth. Thy promise, Lord, I clame.

29

False wayes from me remove. I crave,
(Of Grace,) thy law to giue me light.

30

The way of treuth I choysen haue,
And sett thy judgments in my sight.

31

Wnto thy testimonyes ay
I stick: from me (Lord) schame avert.

32

Of thy commands I'le run the way,
When as enlarg'd thow hast my hart.

185

He.

33

Teach me, (O Lord,) thy statuts' way;
I shall observe it to the end.

34

Giue light: to keep and to obey
Thy law, my whole hart I shal bend.

35

Me in thy precepts' path preserue,
For I all pleasour els decline.

36

Thy testimonies to observe,
And not to greed, my hart encline.

37

Let not to objects vain, debord
Myne eyes; me quicken in the way.

38

Firme to thy servant mak thy word,
Devoted to thy feare, for ay.

39

My shame, much fear'd, put out of sight.
Good are thy judgements I confesse.

40

Thy law I long for with delight;
Me quicken in thy righteousnes.

Vau.

41

Thy mercies, evin salvation, Lord,
According to thy word, wouchave,

42

That ansuer such as me removd,
I may; thy word I trusted haue.

43

Do not, O do not from my mouth,
(Whoes hope thy judgements hath for stay,)

44

Tak wtterlie the word of treuth,
So I thy law shal keep for ay.

45

So I at libertie shal walk,
For I thy precepts seeks. So I

46

Shall of thy testimoneys talk,
In princes' presence, shame layd by.

47

Thy laws, much lov'd, me still shal please;
Evin to thy laws which much I lov'd

48

I'le lift mine hands; and thy decrees
Ne're from my mynde shal be remov'd.

186

Zain.

49

O call to minde to me thy word,
To all my hopes which ground doth giue.

50

This comfort doth in straits afford;
Thy word (O Lord) doth me revive.

51

The proud me mock't with much despight,
Yet from thy law I did not start.

52

Of old the judgements of thy might
I did remember, and took hart.

53

Horror on me taks hold, to sie
How wicked men thy lawes foirsake.

54

In house of pilgrimage, to me
Thy statuts did sweet musick make.

55

Thy name, O Lord, not in the night
Did I forgett. I keipt thy law.

56

This had I, cause thy precepts light
Me in obedience did draw.

Cheth.

57

Lord, thow alone my portion art,
I said I would thy words hold fast.

58

I soght thy face with all mine hart.
Me pitie, as thow promise past.

59

My feet I (weighing all my wayes)
Did to thy testimonyes turn.

60

I hasted, shuneing all delayes;
To keep thy precepts I did burne.

61

Me wicked bands haue made their pryse,
Bot still thy law I sett in sight.

62

To praise thee I'le at midnight rise,
For just thy precepts are and right.

63

With all that feare thee joyne I will,
Who walk within thy precepts' reach.

64

Thy mercyes, Lord, the earth do fill.
Thy statuts to thy servant teach.

187

Teth.

65

Much favor hath thy servant found,
Lord, such as wt thy word is eavin.

66

Graunt judgement good and knowledge sound,
For to thy law I trust haue giuen.

67

E're I afflicted was astray
I went, bot now I keep thy word.

68

Thow only good dost good alway,
Instruct me in thy statuts, Lord.

69

'Gainst me the proud haue forg'd a lye;
Bot with my hart thy law I'le keep.

70

Their harts extreamelie fattned bee.
To me thy law yeelds pleasour deep.

71

'Tis good for me that I sustain'd
Thy rods, thy statuts to be taught.

72

Siluer and gold, by thousands gain'd,
To me besyde thy law is naught.

Iod.

73

Thy hands me fashion'd. O, giue light,
That I may learn to doe thy will.

74

Thy saincts to sie me will delight,
Becaus thy word I trusted still.

75

I know that right thy judgements bee.
Thow justlie me afflicted, Lord.

76

Thy kindnes for comforting me,
O grant, according to thy word.

77

Shew mercie, Lord, that I may live,
Who love thy law. The proud confound,

78

Who vexe me who no caus do giue;
Thy precepts so my thoughts shall bound.

79

Turne wnto me let all that feare
Thee, who thy testimonyes know.

80

Lord, in thy statuts mak sinceare
My hart, least schame I wndergoe.

188

Caph.

81

My soule for thy salvation faints;
But I thy promise trust. Myne eyes,

82

Fail'd for thy word, weep forth sad playnts;
My cares when shall thy comforts ease?

83

Thy law I doe not leave, thogh lyk
A bottell in the smoake I bee.

84

My dayes how long? Thy judgments stryk
Against my foes when shal I sie?

85

The proud dig'd pitts to cause me fall,
Far from the warrand of thy word.

86

Most faithfull are thy precepts all.
Persew'd, I, (saikles) am. Help, Lord.

87

On earth they me consum'd neare by,
Bot from thy laws I did not swerve.

88

Of mercy me revive, so I
Thy testimonies shal observe.

Lamed.

89

In heauen, O Lord, thy word for ay
In trueth establisht doth endure

90

From age to age. Thy hand did lay
Earth's grounds, which stand for ever sure.

91

As thow ordain'd, yet all are seene.
To thee due service all expresse.

92

Vnlesse thy law my joy had been
I perisht had in my distresse.

93

Thy laws I never will forgett,
For lyfe by them thow hast me brought.

94

Thine am I, me in saiftie sett.
Thy law sinceerlie I haue sought.

95

To ruine me the bad haue beene
Lay'd for me; bot thy word I wey.

96

I all perfections' end haue seen;
Bot wondrous large thy precepts bee.

189

Mem.

97

Thy law how highlie do I prize!
On it I meditate all day.

98

Thy precepts then my foes more wise
Haue made me; they are with me ay.

99

My teachers all to me giue place
In knowledge, for I ponder still

100

Thy statuts. Evin the ancient race
Giue way, becaus I do thy will.

101

From wicked wayes refrain'd I haue
My feet, that I might keep thy word.

102

Thy judgements right I did not leave,
For thow my teacher art, O Lord.

103

How sweet are to my taist thy words!
More sweet then honey to my mouth!

104

Wisdome to me thy law affords;
Wayes hate I therfor of vntreuth.

Nun.

105

Thy word a lampe is to reforme
My feet, wnto my paths a light.

106

I swore, and will my vow performe,
That I wold keep thy judgments right.

107

Quicken according to thy treuth,
Me, sore afflicted, I beseech.

108

The friewill offrings of my mouth
Accept; me Lord, thy judgments teach.

109

My soule is alwayes in myne hand,
Yet do I not thy law forgett.

110

Still in thy precepts paths I stand,
Thogh snairs for me the wicked sett.

111

Thy treuth mine heritage for ay
I hold; this joyfull maks my minde.

112

My hart thy statuts to obey,
Evin to the end, I have enclin'd.

190

Samech.

113

Vain thoughts to harbour in my hart
I hate, bot I thy law do love.

114

My hyding place, my shield thow art;
Thy word's my trust, noght can me move.

115

Hence, O yee wicked, for obey
My God I will. Lord, wnderprope

116

Me by thy word, that live I may.
Let me not blush becaus I hope.

117

Sustaine me, saiffe I shal be, Lord.
Thy law shall still be my delight.

118

All from thy precepts that debord
Trode doun thow hast; vain is their slight.

119

Earth's wicked ones thow driv'st away
Like drosse; I therfor love thy law.

120

My trembling flesch all quaiks for fray.
I of thy judgements stand in aw.

Ain.

121

Judgement and justice done I haue;
Me leave not to oppressing spyte.

122

Stand for me, (Lord,) in good, I craue;
Let not the proud o'rrun me quite.

123

Mine eyes for thy salvation faill,
For thy just promise in thy word.

124

In mercy with thy servant deall,
And teach to me thy statuts, Lord.

125

I am thy servant, giue me light,
Thy testimonyes to conceive.

126

'Tis tyme for thee to show thy might,
For, Lord, thy law made void they haue.

127

Thy precepts therfor more then gold,
(Gold even of greatest worth,) I pryse;

128

Them all, in all things rightly hold,
And evrie wrongouse way despise.

191

Pe.

129

Wondrous thy law is, just and right,
My soule to keep it much enclined.

130

The entrance of thy word gius light,
Thence wisdome to the simple shynes.

131

With open mouth I longing pant,
That me thy precepts may reclaime.

132

Look on me, Lord; such mercy grant,
As all do fynd that love thy name.

133

My walking in thy word direct;
No sin̄e in me let raigne at all.

134

From man's oppression me protect;
Thy precepts so observe I shall.

135

Thy face mak on thy servant shyne;
O, teach to me thy statuts, Lord;

136

My run̄ing eyes weep floods of brine,
Becaus they from thy lawes debord.

Tzaddi.

137

Just art thow, Lord; thy judgement's light
Nought blynds. No bryb corrupts thy hands.

138

Thy testimonyes all are right;
Most faithfull all that thow commands.

139

My zeale doth my decay procure,
To sie my foes thy word depise.

140

Thy word, becaus it is most pure,
Thy servant doth most highlie pryse.

141

Despis'd and small [am] I; yet lay
I vp the precepts of thy mouth.

142

A righteousnes that lasts for ay,
Thy righteousnes; thy word's the treuth.

143

Trouble and anguisch sore me presse;
Yet comfort do thy precepts giue.

144

Thy testimonyes righteousnesse
Still lasts. Giue light and I shall liue.

192

Koph.

145

With all my heart I cry'd; Lord hear;
I from thy statuts shall not swerve.

146

I cry'd; to save me, O draw neare;
Thy testimonyes I'le observe.

147

Night's-clouds e're daylight did disolve,
Thee with my cryes I did acquent.

148

Thy word's my trust, which to revolve,
The watch of night mine eyes prevent!

149

In mercy to my voyce giue eare;
Me by thy judgment, Lord, revive.

150

They, who for mischeeff hunt, draw neare;
Farre from thy law they lewdlie live.

151

Neare art thow, Lord; thy precepts true
Are all. Of old not to decay

152

I of thy testimonyes knew;
By thee they foundet wer for ay.

Resh.

153

Look on my straits, O sett me free:
Thy law is in my thoghts most ryfe.

154

Plead thow my caus; deliuer me;
According to thy word giue lyfe

155

From wicked men is saiftie farre,
Who from thy statuts do debord.

156

Give lyfe, (for great thy mercies are,)
According to thy judgments, Lord.

157

Me manie mightie foes persew,
Yet still thy statuts I obey.

158

My greeff for the transgressors grew,

To sie how from thy law they stray.

159

How I thy precepts love, O view!
In mercy quicken me, (I pray).

160

Thy word's from the beginning true.
Thy righteouse judgements last for ay.

193

Shin.

161

Against me (causeles) kings combinde,
Bot still my hart thy word doth feare.

162

Their joyes, who greatest spoyles do find,
Mine, in thy word, do not come neare.

163

I hate, yea do abhorre false wayes;
But in thy law I do delight.

164

Sevin tyms a day thy name I prayse,
Becaus thy judgements are most right.

165

Great peace have all, thy law who love;
They fall no, nor offence receaue.

166

I thy salvation long to prove.
Thy precepts, Lord, perform'd I haue.

167

I from thy statuts have no swerv'd,
In them my soule doth much delight.

168

Thy word and precepts I observ'd.
Lord, all my wayes ar in thy sight.

Tau.

169

Thy presence let my cry come neare;
Lord give me wisdome by thy word.

170

My sute let in thy sight appeare;
Deliuerance promised afford.

171

Me, when thy statuts thow hast taught,
My lipps thy prayses publish shall.

172

My tonge shall with thy word be fraught,
For righteous are thy precepts all.

173

Thy law's my choise; to help me giue
Thy hand. For thy salvation (Lord)

174

I long. Thy law's my joy. Let live
My soule thy praises to record.

175

Me let thy judgments aide. Astray,
Much lyk a lost sheep, gone I haue.

176

O, seek and sett me in the way,
Thy law thy servant shall not leave.

194

CXX.

1

To God, in my distresse,
With cryes I did addresse
My sute; He favor shew.

2

From lipps enclin'd to ly,
From tongs that double bee,
My soule, O Lord, rescue.

3

What shall to thee be given,
Or retribute that eavin
Wnto thy venome wer,
O thow deceatfull tonge?

4

Sharp arows of the strong,
With coals of juniper.

5

Ah woes me! for why,
A wearie pilgrime I
In Meshech mourneing stray.
Ah woes me, so long
That Kedar's tents among,
A stranger I do stay!

6

My soule hath haunted much,
And duelt with such
As peace did highlie hate.

7

Of peace whil I did speek,
And quietnes did seek,
Thē streght they vrg'd debate.

CXXI.

1

I'll lift mine eyes vnto the hills,
Whence alwayes I haue ayde.

2

My aid's of God who made the heavens,
Who earth's foundations layd.

195

3

Thy foot hee will not suffer slide;
Thy keeper never sleeps.

4

Lo, neither sleeps nor slumbers hee
Secure who Israel keeps.

5

God at thy right hand is thy shade,
And saues thee by his might.

6

The sune by day tyme shal no smite
Thee, nor the moone by night.

7

No ill shal harme thee. Hee thy soule
Shal saue. Both in and out

8

As thow makst way, from hence forth still,
He guaird thee shal about.

CXXII.

1

I joy'd when to the hous of God
We'l go, to me they said.

2

Jerusalem, within thy gates,
Our feet thy courts shal tread.

3

Thow built art, O Jerusalem,
As comlie citties be,
Whose pairts, compactlie all contriv'd,
Togither do aggree.

4

Thither the Tribs, Jehouah's tribs,
To prayse his name repair.
To Israel's glory they go vp,
The testimonie there.

5

For throns for judgement there, the throns
Of David's House are sett.

6

Pray for her peace: Jerusalem,
Much good thy lovers gett.

196

7

Tranquilitie and wealfare haue
They. Peace be in thy fort;
Prosperitie thy palices
May fill above report.

8

O peace be in thee, for my mates'
And brethrens' sake I'le say;

9

And, for the House of God our Lord,
Thy good I'le wish alway.

CXXIII.

1

To thee whose throne is Heavin, O Lord,
I lift mine eyes to thee.

2

Lo, as vpon his maister's hand
Fixt is the servant's eye,
Their mistresse' hand as wayting maids
Obserue, so wee remaine;
So looke and longe we for the Lord,
Till mercy wee obtaine.

3

Haue mercy on ws, Lord, we still
Thy mercy will entreat.
Contempt ws fills; the measure, Lord,
Thow siest exceiding great.

4

Exceidinglie our souls ar fild
With scorning, with disdain;
Thus they who at their ease do live,
The proud, ws entertaine.

CXXIV.

1

Had not the Lord (may Israel now say)

2

Been with ws; Had not God for ws made way,
When men enrag'd arose, and 'gainst ws came,

3

Ws swallow'd wp aliue how soone had they,
Whil as ther furie in the heat did flame?

197

4

The streame had swept ws hence, the rageing floode
Gone over had our soules; in vain withstoode,

5

The waters proud had sweld our soules above.

6

But for ther teeth the Lord did not think good
Ws to mak prey. Wee blesse him for his love.

7

Evin as a bird from craftie fowler's snare,
Our trembling soule escapt, not by our care.
The snare is brocken and we ar sett free.

8

Helpt in the high Jehouah's name wee are,
Who made the heavins and earth; ws helped hee.

CXXV.

Evin as Mount Sion, which vnmov'd
For euer doth abide
Shal they be, in the Lord who trust.
Evin as on everie side
Thy cittie, O Jerusalem,
The mountains rise around,
Both now and ever so the Lord
About his oune is found.

For that the rod of wicked men
Wpon the lote should stay
Of those that are his vpright ones,
The Lord will not giue way.
Hee will not let them suffer stil,
Lest (tempted to transgresse),
They in impatience put forth
Their hands in wickednesse.

Do good, Lord, to the good, to all
That vpright are in heart.
But as for those, by paths perverse,
That doe from the depart,

198

With them that work iniquity
They shal be led away.
Thow, Lord, wilt lead them, but thy peace
On Israel shal be ay.

CXXVI.

When God did the captiuitie
Of Sion turne again,
As those that dreameing are, in doubt,
Amaiz'd we did remain.
Then fild with laughter wer our mouths,
(With mirth which thence did spring);
Our tongs wnwsuall joy exprest,
And cheerfullie did sing.

The Lord hath great things for them done,
Then heathens mongst them say'd.
Great things indeed for ws hee did,
How can we be bot glade?
Tourne, Lord, the remnant tourne again,
Which yet in bondage bide
Of our captivitie, as streames
Which in the south do slide.

Who sow in sorow and in tears,
Shal reape againe in joy.
The man that mourneing hath gone forth
In anguish and annoy,
And to the field his sowing seed
In heavinesse did beare,
Hath (charg'd with shaves) come singing home,
And quicklie chang'd his cheare.

199

CXXVII.

Wnles that builded from above,
By God, the house arise,
To toyle and labour all in vain
The builders enterprise.
In vain the carefull watchman wakes,
And slumber doth foirsake,
The cittie in his custody
Wnlesse the Lord do take.

The ayrelie morning yee prevent,
And leave your rest in vain.
In going late to bed at night
But wearynesse yee gain.
In vain affliction's bread yee eate,
While carking cares yow greeve.
Swre, quietlie, to sleep, the Lord
To his belov'd shal giue.

Lo, children ane inheritance,
Gifts are of God's free love;
Fruicts of the wombe for a reward
He sendeth from aboue.
As arows in a strong man's hand
Serve to repell offence,
The sons of youth for fathers are
A naturall defence.

Whose quaver fild with such is, sure,
His happines is great.
They shall not be ashamed, the foe
To speek within the gate.

200

CXXVIII.

Blest is the man who fears the Lord,
And walketh in his wayes.
Fed by the labour of thine hands,
Blest shall thow be alwayes.
Weel shal it with thee fare; thy wife
Like to a vine shal be,
In shelter of thy howsses side,
Which bears aboundantlie.

Like olive plants thy young ones stand
About thy table shall.
Lo, surelie, who do feare the Lord
Thus blest shall they be all.
The Lord from Sion shall the blesse,
Evin vnto thee shal giue
The weelfare of Jerusalem
To sie whil thow dost live;

Thy children's children from thy loynes,
A long continowing race;
Yea, wpon Israell to sie
Prosperitie and peace.

CXXIX.

Much haue they vex'd me from my youth,
(May Israel now say),
Much haue they vex'd me from my youth,
Yet have prevail'd no way.
The plowars plow'd wpon my back,
And long ther furrows drew;
But God, who's just, the wicked's cords
Did cutt and me rescue.

201

Confounded be they and turn'd back
Who Sion hate. Be they
As grasse vpon the howsses' top,
Ere shott which shirps away;
Nor mowar's hand, nor reaper's arme
Which fills; nor praying goes
Ye passinger, nor in God's name
A blessing once bestowes.

CXXX.

From midst the deepths to thee I cry'd;
O Lord, my prayer heare.
Wnto the voice of my requeists,
Wowchaife a listning eare.
Iniquities, Lord, if thow mark,
Who in thy sight shal stand?
But, (that thow mayst be feard,) is found
Forgivenesse at thin hand.

I wait for God, my soule doth wait,
My hope is in his word.
My soule (exceidingly oresett)
Much longeth for the Lord.
More then the wearie watch to sie
The dawning of the day,
More then the watch for daylight, longs
My soule for God alway.

Let Israel's hopes vpon the Lord
For euer fixed be;
For mercie doth with him abound;
Ay gratious is hee.

202

Hee plenteous in redemption is,
And Israel from all
Her numberlesse iniquities
Redeeme hee doubtles shal.

CXXXI.

Nor haughtie heart, nor loftie look
My pryd, O Lord, bewrey.
In high and wondrous things who made,
I never went their way.
O Lord, if I haue not my soule
Compos'd and putt to rest,
Evin as a babe, from mother's breast
That waind is, thow knowes best.

My soule is as a weaned child.
O Israel, now and ay,
Wait patientlie vpon the Lord,
And trust in him alway.

CXXXII.

Dauid, O Lord, and all his deep
Afflictions think vpon;
How to thee, Lord, hee sware, and vow'd
To Jacob's mightie one.
In tabernacle of myne howsse
Not lodgeing will I take;
No, not a bed; mine eyes shal rest,
Mine eyelids sleep forsake.

Till I a place, a duelling place,
For God, the mightie God
Of Jacob fynd. At Ephratah
Wee hard of it abrode.

203

Wee found it out amidst the fields,
Wheir gloomie woods do grow.
Wnto his tabernacle streight
To Worschip wee will goe.

Wee at his footstooll will fall doun.
Rise, Lord, vnto thy rest;
Thow and thy arke, in which thy strength
And might is manifest.
To cloath thy preists let righteousnes,
O Lord, the rayment bee.
Let all thy saincts exult and shout,
And still rejoyce in thee.

Lord, wnto Dauid haue respect;
Thy servant think wpon.
O, do not turne away the face
Of thy anointed one.
The Lord in treuth to David swore,
And at his word will byd.
Vpon thy throne to sitt, a seed
I'le from thy loyns provide.

So thine my [word] and law observe,
Which I to them shal teach,
In their succession on thy throne
Shal never be a breach.
For God hath Sion chuis'd, evin lykd
To duell in. Heer for ay
I'le rest. The duelling Sion is,
Where I delight to stay.

Her foode aboundantlie I'le blesse,
And fill her poore with bread.
Her preists I'le with salvation cloath.
The joyes I'le make exceed

204

Of all her saincts. Thair David's horne
To budde and grow in might
I'le make. For my anoynted one
Prepaird I haue a light.

His foes with foule disgrace I'le cloath;
Shame shall their garment bee.
But floorish shall wpon himself
His croun in honor high.

CXXXIII.

Behold, for brethren to abide
In vnitie and not devide,
What Good, what successe to redound,
What pleasour in this peace is found!

Tis lyk that ointment excellent,
Pourd on the head, incontinent;
The beard, which Aron's beard bedew'd,
And thence his garments' skirts persew'd:

Or like the deaw which heauen destills
On Hermon, or on Sion hills;
For there the blessing doth the Lord
Evin life for evirmore afford.

CXXXIV.

Behold, yee who do stand by night
Within the house, and in the sight
Of God; Yee servants all of his
His holy name for ever blesse,

205

In holinesse, with hands on hie
Lift'd vp, still blessing God be yee.
The Lord from Sion blesse thee, made
By whom wer heavens, wer earth's grounds lay'd.

CXXXV.

1

Sing halelujah! Laud aloud
Jehouah's holy name.

2

O yee his servants, in his house
Who stand, his prayse proclame.

3

Yee in his howsses courts who stand,
Hymns to the highest raise;
For good our God is; to his name
'Tis pleasant to giue prayse.

4

Of Jacob, for himself made choise
Of Israell hath hee,
His treasure, his peculiar flock
And heritage to bee.

5

That great our God's all gods above,
To me is manifest;

6

In heavens, in earth and in the deeps,
Who doth what lyks him best.

7

Hee from earth's ends doth cause the clouds
Wnsensible ascend,
With which, in raine again resolv'd,
He lightnings forth doth send.
Hee tempests from his treasures
Of rageing winds doth call.

8

His mightie hand, from man to beast,
Smote Egipt's first-borne all.

206

9

Midst thee, hee signes and wonders
O Egypt, on thy king

10

And all his traine; He nations great
Did to destruction bring.

11

Mongst mightie kings hee Sihon slew,
Whom Amorits obey'd,
With Ogh, who over Bashan bounds
The regall scepter swey'd,

12

With Canaan's kingdomes all. Their land
For Israel declaird
Ane heritage, by lote and line,
Hee 'mongst his people shaird.

13

Thy name, O Lord, endures for ay,
And thy memoriall
From generation remain
To generation shall.

14

For judge his people will the Lord,
And (vnto mercie bent)
Concerning those that him do serve,
Hee will himself repent.

15

Men's works the heathen's idols are,
Of silver and of gold.

16

A mouth yet speek not, eyes they haue,
Yet nothing can behold.

17

To them are ears, are mouths, yet heare,
Yet breath they not at all;

18

Such are their forgers, such who trust
Or do before them fall.

19

O House of Israell, blesse the Lord:
O Aron's House him blesse:

20

O House of Levi, blesse the Lord;
Who feare the Lord him blesse.

207

CXXXVI.

1

To God, who's good alwayes,

2

The God os Gods give praise;

3

The Lord of Lords, strange things

4

To passe alone who brings.
His prayse display,
Whose mercys great
Admitt no date,
Bot last for ay.

5

Whose wisdome wondrouse proves;
The heavins which made and moves;

6

The earth, which deeps do bound;
Who deeps above did found;
His praise display,
Whose mercys great
Admitt no date,
Bot last for ay.

7

Him praise, whose word devyne
Heavin's greater lights made shyne;

8

The sun̄e to guyd the day;

9

The moone and stars which stray
Night's reull to beare;
Whose mercys great
Outlast all date,
And ay appeare.

10

His praises O persew,
Who Egypt's first borne slew

11

With mighty hand, with arme

12

Outstreacht, who (safe from harme)
Made Israell way;
Whose mercys great
Admitt no date,
But last for ay;

208

13

Who did the wavs devyde,

14

And Israell through did guyde,

15

Whil Pharo and his hoast
Wer in the Read [Sea] lost.
His prayse display,
Whoes mercyes great
Admitt no date
Bot last for ay.

16

Through wildernesses waist
Who with his people past;

17

Great kings who did subdue,

18

Evin famous kings who slew;
His praise display,
Whose mercyes great
Admitt no date
Bot last for ay;

19

As Sihon, prince and head,
Who Amorites did lead,

20

And Ogh who, soveraine,
Did over Bashan raigne.
His praise display,
Whose mercyes great
Admitt no date
Bot last for ay.

21

For a posessioune
Who did dispose vpon

22

Their lands, evin what they had,
His servants Israell made;
His praise display
For without date
His mercys great
Endure for ay.

209

23

Who did not us forgett,
Broght low and sore o'rsett;

24

But, (whil quit lost we seem'd)
Ws from our foes redeem'd.
His praise display,
For without date
His mercys great
Endure for ay.

25

O praise him, from whose hand,
(As such in need doeth stand)
Food to all flesch is given;

26

Wnto the God of heaven
Give praise allway,
For without date
His mercys great
Endure for ay.

CXXXVI.

[Another Version.]

1

Praise yea the Lord, all his,
For gud and kynd he is.
His mercyes, rich and free,
Endure eternally.

2

The God of Gods O prayse and blesse,
Whose mercie lasts for ay to his.

3

Praise yea the Lord of Lords,
Who mercy ay affords;

4

Who wonders great (alone)
Works, ay to mercy prone;

5

Who maid the heavens by wisdome great;
Whose boundlesse mercy hath no date.

210

6

Above proud watter's reach
Earth's plains who forth did streach;
Whose mercyes, rich and free,
Endure eternally.

7

Lights fayre and great whose word maid shyne;
Whose mercy dayes do not confine.

8

The sun̄e to reull the day,

9

For he hath mercy ay,
The moone and stars by night,
To governe by ther light,
Who did apoynt; for great he is,
In mercy infinit to his.

10

Who Egypt's first-borne smote;
Whose mercy faileth not;

11

And thence maid Israell way,
For he hath mercy ay,

12

With strenth of hand, with arme streacht out;
Whose mercy (ay) his guards about.

13

Who maid the Read Sea stand
In heaps on aither hand;
For infinit he is
In mercy wnto his;

14

And caused that through it Israell past,
For mercy ay with him doth last.

15

With Pharo, who o'rthrew
His proud, persewing crew,
To floods and foes made prey;
For he hath mercy ay;

16

And Israell led through desarts waist,
For mercy ay with him doth last.

211

17

Great kings who did defeat;
Whose mercy passeth date;
Evin mighty kings did kill;

18

For he hath mercy still;

19

As Sihon king of Amorits;
Whose mercyes date no day compleats.

20

By whome wes foyld and slaine
Ogh, Bashan's soveraine.
For evir firme and sure,
Whose mercys do endure;

21

Wpon ther lands who did dispose;
For mercy ay to his he schowes.

In heritage who gave,
(No end whose mercyes have)
Their kingdomes, large and wyde,
In heritage to byde,

22

With Israell, his servant deare;
In mercy ay to his found neare.

23

Who us, broght low, did mynde,
(To mercy ay enclyn'd)
Yea, (when in bondage broght

24

By foes), our freedome wroght;
For wnto his eternally,
Renew'd each day his mercies bee.

25

Who food most freely gives
To evry thing that lives;
Whose mercies, rich and free,
Endure eternally.

26

O praise the God of Heavin, to his
Who infinit in mercy is.

212

CXXXVII.

1

By Babel thair where streams did slide,
Wee sate, yea weept full sore,

2

Remembring Sion. Wee our harps
Hung vp (for wse no more)

3

On willows midst that place, for there
They, who (with cruell hand)
Ws captivs led, ws spoyld, did songs,
Did much of ws demande.

Sing of the songs to ws (sayd they)
That Sion doth afford.

4

How in a strange land shall wee sing
Songs due wnto the Lord?

5

Of thee, O deare Jerusalem,
If I forgettfull prove,
My right hand let forgoe, with arte,
Wpon the harp to move.

6

My tonge let to my palat cleave,
Thy greeves when I neglect;
When I wnto Jerusalem
My cheifest joy respect.

7

To Edom's sonnes remember, Lord,
Jerusalem's sad day;
Who, rase it, rase it to the ground,
(Insultinglie) did say.

8

Thow, Babell's daughtir, to be layd
Full low, how happy hee
Who thy deservings at our hands
Shall render wnto thee.

9

O happie they (remembring ws)
Who shall thy litle ones
Snatch (merciles) from mother's brests,
And dash against the stones.

213

CXXXVIII.

1

Thee with my whole hart will I prayse;
I'le sing (O God) to thee

2

Before the Gods. My worschip shall
Respect thy Sanctuary.
For thy great mercy, for thy trueth,
I'le celebrate, O Lord,
Thy name, who all thy name above
Hast magnifyd thy word.

3

The very day that I did call,
Evin then thow madst reply,
And to confirme my fainting soule
Thy strenth didst not deny.

4

The Lord earth's princes all shall prayse,
When they thy words sall heare.

5

They in thy wayes shall joy, for great
Thy glory doth apeare.

6

Thogh high the Lord bee, yet his eyes
Wpon the humble are;
On them hee looks with kind respect,
And knows the proud afarre.

7

Midst straits envolv'd thogh I did walk,
Thow, Lord, wilt me revive.
Against the rage of foes thy hand,
Streacht out, shall me releive.

8

Thy right hand shall my safetie be,
To sheild me from their spite.
Thow wilt, O Lord, what me concernes
Accomplish and perfitt.
No dait thy mercie doth admitt,
But doth endure for ay.
Oh, do no, (Lord) thy handieworke
Forsake and putt away.

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CXXXIX.

1

Thow hast me search'd and knoune, O Lord.

2

Whither I sitt or ryse
Thow notice takst, thow knowst afarre
Hidd in my hart what lyes.

3

My pathes, my lying doun thow eyest,
And narrow tryall takes.
Yea thow, O Lord, to all my wayes
Thyself familiar makes.

4

Lord, from my tonge no word doth flow,
My minde to manifest,
But (lo) thow altogither knowst
It, ere it be exprest.

5

Thow hem̄st me in each where; thy hand
To me thow forth dost streach;

6

Such knowledge wondrous is for me;
Farre, far above my reach.

7

Where from thy spirit shall I scaipe?
Where from thy presence flee?

8

To heaven if I ascend, the heavins
Thy habitation bee.
Hell if my bed I make, lo there

9

Thow art. Iff I should take
The morning's wings, aboade beyond
The furthest deeps to make,

10

Their also shall thy hand me lead,
Thy right hand hold me fast.

11

Or if the darknes should me shroude,
I did conclude at last,
Evin night shall be about me light;

12

No darknes hids from thee.
Night shines as day; to thee alike
Both light and darknes bee.

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13

My reyns possest, O Lord, me hidd
In mother's wombe thow hast.

14

To celebrate thy praise, by me
Shal nevir be o'repast.
For how thow madst me while I muse,
Thence fearfull wonders flow.
Thy works (all) admiration breed,
This, weell my soule doth know.

15

My firmer substance scaipt thee not,
In secreet when forth broght
By thee; when in earth's lower pairts
I curiouslie was wroght.

16

My schaipeles masse thine eyes did view;
All written in thy booke
My members wer, whil none yet were,
In tyme which fashion tooke.

17

To me how dear thy thoghts! Their summe
How great! Ther compt to lay

18

The sand they should surpasse. Awakt,
Lord, I am with thee ay.

19

The wicked thow (in end), O God,
Assuredly wilt slay.
Yee, therfor, that delight in blood,
Far, far from me, away!

20

Their wicked projects to promove,
Of thee who mention make,
And, (foes profest to thee,) in vain
Thy name do (feareles) take;

21

Such, Lord, thy haters, do I not
With hatred deep despise?
How highlie am I greev'd with those
That dare against thee rise?

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Such perfytlie I hate, with me
For foes sall such be found.

22

Search me, O God, and know my hart.
Me prove, the secreets sound,

23

Hidd in my thoghts. Sie, if in me
The wayes of sin̄e reside;

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And in eternitie's pathway,
O Lord, thy servant lead.

CXL.

1

Mee from the evill man, from men
Who violence do vse,
Deliuer and preserve, O Lord;

2

In harts who mischeeff muse,

3

For war who dayly meet; made scharp
Who haue, as serpents sting,
Their tongs; from whose envenom'd lips
Doth asps' hott poyson spring.

4

Me from the wickeds' hand, O save;
Me from the violent
Preserve, O God; who, to orthrow
My wayes, do wayes invent.

5

For me a snair, evin cords the proud
Have hid and spredd a nett,
Me by the wayside to surpryse;
They grins for me have sett.

6

Lord, thow my God art; heare the voyce
Of my requeist, I sayd.

7

O, God the Lord, my saveing strenth,
In day of armes (belay'd

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By foes) thow coveredst my head.

8

Lord, the desires repell,
The wickeds' plots let not prevail,
Lest they with pryd do swell.

9

The speciall who doth me persew,
Them who besett me round,
Of ther owne lips the mischeef may
Quite cover and confound;

10

Vpon them burning coals may fall;
In flames let them be throwne;
In gulfes from whose vast deeps to rise
No regresse back is known.

11

The evill tong'd, not stablish'd, shall
From earth be swept away;
And evill shall the violent
Hunt quickly to decay.

12

The cause of the aflicted wight
I know thow will mantaine;
Yea, (doubtles) thow, O Lord, will right
The poore when they complaine.

13

Due prayse the just wnto thy name
Assuredly shall give;
And wpright ones (by the protect'd)
Shall in thy presence live.

CXLI.

1

To thee I call, hast wnto me,
Lord, to my voyce give eare.

2

When I with cryes befor thee come,
My prayr let apeare.

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As savory incense in thy sight,
My hands lift'd wp on high,
Let as the evining sacrifice
Acceptance fynd with thee.

3

Set thow a watch befor my mouth,
O Lord, my lipps preserve;

4

Their passage guard. Let not my hart
To any evill swerve.
To practise wickednes with these
Who worke iniquity,
Or long ther delicats to taste,
Let me not taken be.

5

Me let the righteouse smytt, from love
So his reprooffe proceid;
This will I hold a soveraine balme,
Which shall not breke my heid;
For in their evills (yet) I'le pray.

6

Ther judges reull who beare,
In stony pairts thrown doun, my words
(Which sweet ar) then shall heare.

7

Evin as when one doth tim̄ber cutt,
Or cleave wpon the ground,
About the graves mouth (heir and their),
Or bones ar scattred found.

8

Bot on thee, O my God and Lord,
Myne eyes I fixed have;
In the my trust is; destitute
My soule, O doe not leave.

9

From trains laid for me, from their snaires
That work iniquity

10

Me save. The wickeds' netts themselvs
Let fange, whil I passe free.

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CXLII.

Thus David pray'd when in the cave
He lurkt, from Saul his lyfe to save.

1

My voyce I lifted to the Lord,
I with my voyce did pray.

2

To him my plaint I did powre forth,
To him my straits display.

3

Within me when my sprit faild,
My path wes knoune to thee.
No way wherin I walkt from snares,
From privy plotts wes frie.

4

I to the right hand cast mine eye,
And lookt about me round;
Bot none wold heid me; no refuge
At all wes for me found.
My soule to succour none did seik.

5

Then did I cry for ayd,
Thow, Lord, in land of lyfe my hope,
My portion art, I sayd.

6

Wnto my cry enclyne thyne eare,
For I full low am broght,
Me save; they stronger ar then I,
By whom my lyfe is soght.

7

To prayse thy name, from prisoun bring
My soule; the just shall flow
And throng about me when thow shalt
To me thy bounty schow.

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CXLIII.

1

My prayr heare, O Lord,
My sute do not deny;
Grant, in thy treuth and righteousnes,
A gratious reply.

2

Lord, with thy servant deall
Not as a judge seveire;
For in thy sight no living soule
Shall justified apeare.

3

O heare, for sore sett on
My soule is by my foe;
He smitten hath wnto the ground,
And broght my lyfe full low;
As these by [death] devored,
Long since from sight of man,
Enforc'd I am myselfe to shroude
In darknes' dreirie denn.

4

My sprits weill neire spent,
To fainting place have given.
My hart within me wondrously
Is to amazment dreavin.

5

Back to the dayes of old
Then streght my thoghts doe run̄.
Thy works I muse on, and revowe
What earst thy hands have done.

6

Befor the are spread forth
My hands. My soule for thee
Longs as the thristy land for raine.

7

Mak hast to answer me.
My sprit faills, O Lord;
Doe not withdraw thy face,
Of these who to the grave goe doune
Lest I the steps do trace.

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8

Thy loveing kyndnes cause
Me in the morneing heare,
For in the doe I trust: The way
Mak wnto me apeare,
The way which I must keep.
I lift my soule to thee.

9

From foes me scheild; to thee alone
For schelter saife I flee.

10

Teach me, O Lord, thy will
By practise to obey.
My God thow art, thy Sprit good
Let be my guyd allway,
Me saifly in the land
Of righteousnes to lead.

11

Wnto thy servant lyfe restore,
I, for thy name's sake, plead.

12

Lord, in thy righteousnes,
My soule from straits sett frie;
Mine adversaryes overthrow,
Of thy benignity.
To my distressed soule,
Afflictioune who afford,
Destructioune on them bring, for I
Thy servant am, O Lord.

CXLIV.

1

Blest be the Lord, my strength, who taught
My hands hath to mak ware;
By whom my fingers, 'gainst my foes,
To fight instructed ar.

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2

My gudenes, fort and towre hee is,
Me who in straits setts free,
My scheild, my trust, Hee who subdues
My people vnder me.

3

Lord, what is man, that with respect
Or notice him thow dainst?
Or what the sone of man, of him
That myndfull thow remainst?

4

Man lyk to vanity, whose dayes
As schadows swift we sie,
Which but apeare in passeing by,
And gone ar instantly.

5

Thy heavins, O Lord, bow by thy might,
And from above discend.
The mountains touch and they shall smoak.

6

Forth fyre and lightning send,
And scatter them; thyne arrows schote

7

And them destroy. From high
Thy hand let doune; from watters great
Red and deliver me.

O Saue me from strang children's hands,

8

Whose wicked mouths do vent
Things false and vaine, whose right hand is
A right hand fraudulent.

9

A new song, Lord, to thee I'le sing;
The psaltory I'le take,
And on a ten string'd instrument
To thee I'le musick make.

10

The Lord it is alone to kings
Who gives the victory.
Hee, from the hurtfull sword, doth sett
His servant David free.

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11

O, red and save me from their hand,
Whose mouths doe lyes relate;
From children strange, whose right hand is
A right hand of deceate;

12

That lyk to speady riseing plants,
In youth our sonns may bee;
Our daughters as fair corner stones,
Which cutt ar curiously
For raiseing some rair edifice;

13

That victualls for our vse,
Our garners stuft, in plenty may,
Of evry kynd, produce.

That thousands in our streets, our flocks,
Ten thousands may of yong

14

Bring forth; that, labour to endure,
Our oxen may be strong;
That no irruptioune be at all,
No breaking forth from hence;
That in our streets no cry be hard
Of wrong or violence.

15

Of people, thus with whom it fares,
O the exceeding blesse.
Of people, O, the happy state,
Whose God Jehovah is.

CXLV.

1

My God and King I'le the extoll,
And blesse thy name for ay.

2

I'le blesse thee evry day; thy name
I'le prayseing be allway.

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3

Great is the Lord and worthie prayse;
His greatnes search exceeds.

4

Race vnto race shall prayse thy works,
And schew thy mighty deids.

5

The glory and the honor due
Wnto thy Majesty,
Thy wondrous works, of my discourse
Still shall the subject bee.

6

Thy fearefull acts, so full of might,
By all shall be exprest;
And I indevoir will to mak
Thy greatnes manifest.

7

Thy bounty, which doth passe all bounds,
Men shall in record bring;
And all thy righteousnes alone
Shall celebrate and sing.

8

Most gratious is the Lord; with him
Compassion doth abound.
To anger allways slow, and great
In mercy he is found.

9

The Lord is gude to all; to all
His works extendeth hee

10

His tender mercyes. All thy works
(Lord) shall give prayse to the.
The shall thy sancts, thy servants blesse.

11

Thy kingdome's glory gritt
They shall sett forth, and of thy power,
(Vnlimited) relate;

12

That to the sones of men his acts
Of might may be made known,
And thus the gloriouse majesty
Of his dominione schowne;

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13

Whose thron a thron eternall is,
And whose dominione
From generatione shall endure
To generatioune.

14

His weak ones, all that fall, the Lord
Vpholdeth by the hand;
And all that ar bow'd doune, to strenth
Restor'd, hee straght maks stand.

15

The eyes of all things do look vp,
All (Lord) on thee depend;
Thow wnto evry one their food
Dost in due seasoun sende.

16

Thy hand thow openest, whence to all
Thow dost aboundance bring,
That satisfyd is the desyre
Of evry liveing thing.

17

Just is the Lord in all his wayes;
He holy is in all

18

His works. The Lord to all is neare
That doe vpon him call.

19

To all that call on him in treuth,
Who feare him, what they crave
Hee will acomplisch. When they cry
Them he will heare and save.

20

In saifty, scheilded by the Lord,
Ar all that do him love;
Bot all the wicked, quyte cutt off,
His wrath's effects shall prove.

21

My mouth the prayses of the Lord
Shall publisch and proclaime.
And let all flesch for ever blesse
And laud his holy name.

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CXLVI.

1

Praise yea the Lord. Prayse God, my soule.
I'll prayse him qll I live.

2

Prayse to my God I'le sing, to me
Whill being Hee doth give.

3

Trust not in princes, in the sone
Of man who can not save.

4

His breath goes out, and back to earth
He getts, to gett a grave.

With him his thoghts (his draughts most deep)
Do perisch in yt day.

5

O, blest is hee, who for his help
Hath Jacob's God allway;
Whose hope is in the Lord his God,

6

The heavin, the earth, the deeps,
And all theirin conteined who maid,
[And] treuth for euer keeps.

7

For all benaith oppressione's load
Who groan, he judgment gives,
And (bountifull) with fitting foode
The hungry hart releevs.

8

The prissouner the Lord doth louse;
The Lord the blind maks sie;
The bow'd the Lord doth rayse; the Lord
All loves that vpright bee.

9

The Lord the stranger doth preserve,
The orphane oft made prey;
The widow he releives, bot quyt
O'rturnes the wicked's way.

10

The Lord, O Sion, even thy God
Shall soveraine sitt for ay,
And raigne to generatiounes all.
His prayse let all display.

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CXLVII.

1

Praise God, for gude it is to sing
Prayse to our God allways;
A pleasant exercise it is
And comely to give prayse.

2

The Lord the builder is, whose hand
Jerusalem erects.
The Lord it is the scattred ones
Of Israel colects.

3

The broken harted he doeth heall;
Ther bruises wp he binds.

4

The stars he numbereth, and to all
Of them a name he finds.

5

Great is our God; to his great power
Is sett no certaine bound;
So deep his wnderstanding is,
That it no thoght can sound.

6

The Lord the lowly [raiseth wp],
And headlongs doun doth bring

7

The wicked to the ground. To him
With thankfullnes, O sing;

8

Hymnes on the harp wnto our God
Sound forth, heavin's face who hyds
With moistning clouds, and for the earth
(In plenty) raine provids;

9

Who maks the mountaines grasse bring forth;
On beasts both great and small
Who food bestows; of reavens who heares
The yong ones, when they call.

10

Nor strenth of horse, nor limbs of men
Him joy or pleasure bring;

11

His joy who feare him ar, in hope
Who on his mercy hing.

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12

Jerusalem, O laud the Lord.
Sing to thy God a song

13

Of prayse, O Sion, for thy gates
With barrs he hath made strong.
Thy sonnes within the he hath blest.

14

Peace, (yeelding pleasures sweet),
Hee in thy borders maks, and feeds
The with the fatt of wheatt.

15

Forth his com̄and on earth he sends;
His word doth run̄e wt speed.

16

He giveth snow lyk wooll, hayr-frosts
Lyk ashs hee doth spread.

17

His yce in flakes hee casteth forth
Lyk morsells. Who can stand

18

Befor his cold? Hee speaks and streght
All melt at his com̄and.

His winds to blow, streames (strangly curvt)
Hee causeth to be gone.

19

His word to Jacob, his decrees
And judgments hee hath schowne

20

To Israell; No natioun els
Hath so great favour found;
For they his judgments haue not knowne.
Let all his prayses sound.

CXLVIII.

1

O praise the Lord. From heaven
His praise do yea proclame.
Let prayse on high be given
Wnto his holy name.

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2

Angells of light,
Yee hosts of his,
Him prayse and blesse
Who's great in might.

3

Sun̄e, moone, yea planets bright,
Your maker's glory prayse.
Him prayse all stars of light,

4

Yea heaven of heavens him praise.
Floods, which above
Heavins' circles Hee
Vpholds, doe yea
His prayse promove.

5

Let them exalt the name
Of God at his com̄and.
They what they are became,
Created by his hand;

6

Yea, stablisht they
For ever bee
By his decree,
Which lasts for ay.

7

From earth O prayse the Lord,
Yee dragons, all yee deeps;
Yea to fullfill his word,
Which still in store he keeps,

8

Fyre, haill and snow,
Vapoures and winds,
Stormes of all kynds
Which he maks blow;

9

Yea mountaines and yea hills,
Yea trees which fruit doe yeild,
Yee which with sapp he fills,
Tall cedars of the field,

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10

Beasts, wild and tame,
Each creeping thing
And bird of wing,
All praise his name.

11

Yea kings who earth com̄and;
All people prayse the Lord;
The princes whom the land
To judge he doth afford;

12

Youth give the prayse,
And virgines all;
With children small,
Yea full of dayes.

13

Praise to his name present.
Him laud let evry one,
For high and excellent
The Lord's name is alone.
His glorye's hight
The heavins transcends;
O'r all earth's ends
He reules by night.

14

His mighty hand doth rayse
His people's horne on high,
Off all his sancts the praise,
Evin Israell's progeny,
A people neare
Wnto the Lord.
Prayse, prayse afford,
All who him feare.

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CXLIX.

Sing halelujah to the Lord.
Sing ane wnvswall song;
A new one signe yea of his prayse,
Wher sancts togither throng.
Let Israell, in his maker, mirth
Expresse in hart and voyce;
And let the sons of Sion shout,
And in ther king rejoyce.

The floote, the timbrell and the harp,
To celebrat his name
Let them employ, & singing psalmes,
His prayse aloud procleame.
For in his people (to him deare)
The Lord doth pleasur tak.
He with salvatioune the meek
Bewtyfull will mak.

In glory let the sancts exult,
And mak ther bedds rebound
With songs of joy; let in ther mouths
The hights of God be found;
And in ther hands a tuo edg'd sword,
That vengance they may tak
On heathens, and to punischments
May people subject mak;

That they their kings with bonds may bound,
And chains upon them lay;
With iron fetters that mak fast
Ther speciall peeres they may,

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And on them execute the doome
Keept written in record,
A honor due to all his sancts.
Sing prayse wnto the Lord.

CL.

Praise yee the Lord. Let all his prayse
Sound in his sanctuary.
O, praise him in his firmament
Of strenth and majesty.
Him in his mighty acts extoll.
On high his glory rayse.
Wnto his greatnes' excellence
Proportione yor prayse.

With sound of trumpett, psaltery
And harp his prayse procleame.
With timbrell, flute & virginell,
With organ prayse his name.
Him praise with cimballs shrill; him prayse
Wt cymballs, Lord, which rigne.
Let each thing breathing laud the Lord.
All Halelujah sing.

Solj deo honor et gloria.