Certayne Psalmes select out of the Psalter of Dauid and drawen into Englyshe Metre, wyth Notes to euery Psalme in iiij. parts to Synge, by F. S. [i.e. Francis Seager] |
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To the ryght honorable, lorde Russell, your lordeshypps humble orator, Francys Seagar, whyssheth the fauoure of God, increase of honoure, longe lyfe, and prosperous health of bodye and soule.
When
I had these psalms finished
And into Metre brought:
To whom I myght, thē dedicate
I strayght then me bethought.
And into Metre brought:
To whom I myght, thē dedicate
I strayght then me bethought.
Amongst all other, youre good lordeshyp
Came then into my mynde:
As one that in, a greate number
I coulde not meter fynde.
Came then into my mynde:
As one that in, a greate number
I coulde not meter fynde.
To whom I myght, them dedycate
And it gyue and present:
Trusting that your, lordshyp therwyth
Wyll not be dyscontent.
And it gyue and present:
Trusting that your, lordshyp therwyth
Wyll not be dyscontent.
And partely knowing, your good lordshyp
In such thinges to delyte:
As vertuous songes, and ghostly psalms
As here we shall recyte.
In such thinges to delyte:
As vertuous songes, and ghostly psalms
As here we shall recyte.
Although good Lord, I am not worthy
For my degre and state:
Unto the hands, of your lordeshyppe
These for to dedycate.
For my degre and state:
Unto the hands, of your lordeshyppe
These for to dedycate.
Yet for as much, as they were sure
The doinges, of a Kynge:
Dauid the same, whom god doth name
A man hys harte lykinge.
The doinges, of a Kynge:
Dauid the same, whom god doth name
A man hys harte lykinge.
The fame yt on, your lordeshyppe bruyts
Dyd much incorage me:
Which fame to tell, dyd feare expell
And boulder made me be.
Dyd much incorage me:
Which fame to tell, dyd feare expell
And boulder made me be.
Here for to stande, in praysinge your
Good lordeshyppe to your face:
It myght seame rather, flatterye
Waying the tyme and place.
Good lordeshyppe to your face:
It myght seame rather, flatterye
Waying the tyme and place.
Which prayse I thought, here best to couer
Wyth the vele of sylence:
Then it to vtter, now out of tyme
In your lordeshyps presence.
Wyth the vele of sylence:
Then it to vtter, now out of tyme
In your lordeshyps presence.
But yf your lordeshype, shall it accept
And take them in good parte:
I shall thinke, it rewarde ynoughe
For my payne and desarte.
And take them in good parte:
I shall thinke, it rewarde ynoughe
For my payne and desarte.
And yf it woulde, your lordeshyp please
Wyth the texte them conferre:
You shoulde therby, then soone perceaue
From it yf that I erre.
Wyth the texte them conferre:
You shoulde therby, then soone perceaue
From it yf that I erre.
But where the text, in some places
Was doubtfull and obscure:
I haue sought helpe, of learned books
Because I woulde be sure.
Was doubtfull and obscure:
I haue sought helpe, of learned books
Because I woulde be sure.
I wyll no lenger, your lordeshype lette
From readinge of the same:
Whych here is done, to Gods honour
And the prayse of hys name.
From readinge of the same:
Whych here is done, to Gods honour
And the prayse of hys name.
Beseching God, your lordeshyppe kepe
And in honoure increace:
Wyth the good lady, your verteous wyfe
Longe here to lyue in peace.
And in honoure increace:
Wyth the good lady, your verteous wyfe
Longe here to lyue in peace.
Your lordeshyps humble orator Francys Seager.
The troubled mynde, at the Lords hande
Dothe seake to haue relefe:
Callinge to him, hys ayde to sende
Shevvinge hys payne and grefe.
Dothe seake to haue relefe:
Callinge to him, hys ayde to sende
Shevvinge hys payne and grefe.
Psalme lxxxviii. Domine deus salutis mee.
O Lorde vpon, whose holy wyll
Dependeth my welfare:
To call vpon, thy blessed name
Sence daye nor nyght I spare.
Dependeth my welfare:
To call vpon, thy blessed name
Sence daye nor nyght I spare.
Graunte that ye iuste, & ryght request
Of my repentaunt mynde:
So perce thyne eares, that in thy syght
Some fauoure it maye fynde.
Of my repentaunt mynde:
So perce thyne eares, that in thy syght
Some fauoure it maye fynde.
My soule (o Lorde, is fraughted full
Wyth grefe of folyes past:
My restles body, doth consume
And death approcheth fast.
Wyth grefe of folyes past:
My restles body, doth consume
And death approcheth fast.
Lyke vnto those, whose fatall thred
Thyne hand hath cut in twayne:
Of whom there is no farther bruyte
But in theyr graues remayne.
Thyne hand hath cut in twayne:
Of whom there is no farther bruyte
But in theyr graues remayne.
Lorde in thy wrath, thou hast me cast
Into the pyt of payne:
Wherin I mourne, and playne my wo
That I byde and sustayne.
Into the pyt of payne:
Wherin I mourne, and playne my wo
That I byde and sustayne.
The burden of, thy wrath and yre
Doth me so sore oppresse:
And sondry stormes, thou hast me sent
Of terroure and dystresse.
Doth me so sore oppresse:
And sondry stormes, thou hast me sent
Of terroure and dystresse.
The faythfull frendes, are from me {fl}ed
And banysht from my syght:
And such as I, haue held full deare
Hath set my frendeshyp lyght.
And banysht from my syght:
And such as I, haue held full deare
Hath set my frendeshyp lyght.
My durance doth, now styll perswade
Of fredom such dyspayre:
That by the teares, that payne my harte
Myne eye syght doth appayre.
Of fredom such dyspayre:
That by the teares, that payne my harte
Myne eye syght doth appayre.
Yet dyd I neuer, cease nor slake
Thyne ayde for to desyre:
Wyth humble harte, and stretched hands
For to appease thyne yre.
Thyne ayde for to desyre:
Wyth humble harte, and stretched hands
For to appease thyne yre.
Wherfore dost thou, o Lorde forbeare
In the defence of thyne:
To shew such tokens, of thy powre
In syght of Adams lyne.
In the defence of thyne:
To shew such tokens, of thy powre
In syght of Adams lyne.
Wherby eche faynte, and feble harte
Wyth faythe maye be so fed:
That in the mouth, of thyne elect
Thy mercyes myght be spred.
Wyth faythe maye be so fed:
That in the mouth, of thyne elect
Thy mercyes myght be spred.
The fleshe in earth, that feadeth worms
Can not thy loue declare:
Nor such set forth, thy fayth as dwell
In the lande of dispaire.
Can not thy loue declare:
Nor such set forth, thy fayth as dwell
In the lande of dispaire.
Thy name no prayse, can haue at all
Euen by the mouthe of those:
Whom death hath shut, in sylence so
As they maye not dysclose.
Euen by the mouthe of those:
Whom death hath shut, in sylence so
As they maye not dysclose.
The lyuely voyce, euen of them all
That in thys worlde delyght:
Nor by the trumpe, that must resound
The glory of thy myght.
That in thys worlde delyght:
Nor by the trumpe, that must resound
The glory of thy myght.
Wherfore I wyll, not cease at all
In chefe of my dystresse:
To call on thee, tyll that the slepe
My wery bones oppresse.
In chefe of my dystresse:
To call on thee, tyll that the slepe
My wery bones oppresse.
And in the morne, early betyme
When that the slepe is fledde:
Wyth floudds of salte, repentant teares
To washe my restles bedde.
When that the slepe is fledde:
Wyth floudds of salte, repentant teares
To washe my restles bedde.
Wyth in thys mynde, so full of care
Burdned wyth payne and grefe:
Why dost thou Lorde, appease the thing
That should be my relefe.
Burdned wyth payne and grefe:
Why dost thou Lorde, appease the thing
That should be my relefe.
My wretched state, beholde and se
Whom death shall strayght assayle:
Cast not from thee, thaflycted styll
That naught els doth but wayle.
Whom death shall strayght assayle:
Cast not from thee, thaflycted styll
That naught els doth but wayle.
The feare so greate, lo of thyne yre
Hath trode me vnder fete:
The scourges of, thyne angrye hand
Hath made death seme full swete.
Hath trode me vnder fete:
The scourges of, thyne angrye hand
Hath made death seme full swete.
Lyke as the roringe, waues of seas
The sonken shyppe surrounde:
Great heapes of care, dyd follow me
And I no succoure founde.
The sonken shyppe surrounde:
Great heapes of care, dyd follow me
And I no succoure founde.
For they whome no, kynde of myschaunce
Could from my loue deuyde:
Are forced to, my greater grefe
From me theyr face to hyde.
Could from my loue deuyde:
Are forced to, my greater grefe
From me theyr face to hyde.
Beholde and see, the greate goodnes
Of god vvho doth sustayne:
The myserye, euen of all suche
As be in griefe and payne.
Of god vvho doth sustayne:
The myserye, euen of all suche
Psalme. xxxi. In te domine speraui.
In thee (O Lorde) haue I trusted
Let me not fele the blame:
At any tyme, I thee beseche
Of dysapoynted shame.
Let me not fele the blame:
At any tyme, I thee beseche
Of dysapoynted shame.
But me defende, preserue and kepe
Delyuer as I trust:
Now through thy might, without ye which
There maye no man be iust.
Delyuer as I trust:
Now through thy might, without ye which
There maye no man be iust.
Gyue eare o Lorde, and ryd me soone
My fortresse before me:
In whose defence, thou shalt me saue
Yf I defended be.
My fortresse before me:
In whose defence, thou shalt me saue
Yf I defended be.
For thou art wonte, alwayes to be
My holde and my succoure:
And for thy name, then be thou both
My guyde and comfortoure.
My holde and my succoure:
And for thy name, then be thou both
My guyde and comfortoure.
Thou shalt vntangle, and me vnlofe
From snares that they haue layde:
To take me with, for without thee
My selfe I can not ayde.
From snares that they haue layde:
To take me with, for without thee
My selfe I can not ayde.
Into thy helpe, and hand I wyll
Betake my simple spryte:
Thou hast and shalt, delyuer me
Most iuste in thy behyght.
Betake my simple spryte:
Thou hast and shalt, delyuer me
Most iuste in thy behyght.
I haue not one, of them alowed
That sets theyr endes in vayne:
Myne only hope, both all and some
In the doth sure remayne.
That sets theyr endes in vayne:
Myne only hope, both all and some
In the doth sure remayne.
Let me therfore, (oh Lord) inioye
Thy mercyes oft assayde:
My troubles for, thou dydst regarde
Wherin my lyfe was stayde.
Thy mercyes oft assayde:
My troubles for, thou dydst regarde
Wherin my lyfe was stayde.
Thou hast not suffered, me at all
Wyth enmies powre be paynde:
But rather hast, thou set at large
My stepps that were restraynde.
Wyth enmies powre be paynde:
But rather hast, thou set at large
My stepps that were restraynde.
Oh Lorde on me, now pytye take
At hand my daunger loo:
Myne eyes my lyfe, and eke my fleshe
Alas doth frette for woo.
At hand my daunger loo:
Myne eyes my lyfe, and eke my fleshe
Alas doth frette for woo.
Moste of my dayes, and yeares I saye
In troubles wasted arre:
My strēgth decayeth, my bones do quayle
Such myschefe me doth marre.
In troubles wasted arre:
My strēgth decayeth, my bones do quayle
Such myschefe me doth marre.
The feare and dred, of many foes
Hath made my frendes to swarue:
And they to hate me, wyth out cause
Of whome I good desarue.
Hath made my frendes to swarue:
And they to hate me, wyth out cause
Of whome I good desarue.
I am dyspysd, and cleane forgot
As dede in death doth starue:
As broken pots, whose shards I saye
For nothinge more can sarue.
As dede in death doth starue:
As broken pots, whose shards I saye
For nothinge more can sarue.
I hearde the people, taulke and saye
And threaten woo and stryfe:
As though it semde, by one consent
I were not worthy lyfe.
And threaten woo and stryfe:
As though it semde, by one consent
I were not worthy lyfe.
But yet (oh Lorde) in thee I do
Set surely my beliefe:
And know thou art, what me befall
My God and whole reliefe.
Set surely my beliefe:
And know thou art, what me befall
My God and whole reliefe.
My tyme it is, in thyne owne hands
Thou knowst what shall insue:
Delyuer me, from enmyes powre
Whych doth my lyfe pursue.
Thou knowst what shall insue:
Delyuer me, from enmyes powre
Whych doth my lyfe pursue.
Shew yet thy frendly, countynaunce
Unto thy symple slaue:
According to, thy natyue ruthe
Thou me defend and saue.
Unto thy symple slaue:
According to, thy natyue ruthe
Thou me defend and saue.
Let it not be, imputed lorde
For a mock vnto me:
That in my nede, my ayde and helpe
I seake onely at thee.
For a mock vnto me:
That in my nede, my ayde and helpe
I seake onely at thee.
The wycked haue, the mocks & scorns
And holde theyr peace in hell:
But buryed maye, they all be now
Of farther helpe that tell.
And holde theyr peace in hell:
But buryed maye, they all be now
Of farther helpe that tell.
And let theyr mouths, be sealed vp
That vse theyr lyppes to lyes:
Speakinge slanders, of the iuste man
Wyth proude dysdaynfull cryes.
That vse theyr lyppes to lyes:
Speakinge slanders, of the iuste man
Wyth proude dysdaynfull cryes.
What welth and what, abundant store
Haste thou layde vp for those:
That honoure thee, that hope in thee
For whome thou doste dysclose.
Haste thou layde vp for those:
That honoure thee, that hope in thee
For whome thou doste dysclose.
Euen manyfest, afore oure eyes
Full many a noble dede:
That Adams lyne, maye wondre much
And learne thee for to drede.
Full many a noble dede:
That Adams lyne, maye wondre much
And learne thee for to drede.
Thou dost bestowe, them wondrous well
Afore thyne eyes and face:
Whyche is debard, from wycked men
They maye not haue that grace.
Afore thyne eyes and face:
Whyche is debard, from wycked men
They maye not haue that grace.
For thou dost them, defende and saue
From threates of myghty poure:
From venym tounges, thou dost thē hyde
Wythin thy pleasaunt boure.
From threates of myghty poure:
From venym tounges, thou dost thē hyde
Wythin thy pleasaunt boure.
Lorde of thy greate, goodnes haue I
At thy hand fauoure founde:
Thy workes in my, defence is as
A cytye walled rounde.
At thy hand fauoure founde:
Thy workes in my, defence is as
A cytye walled rounde.
I haue me thought, often ere thys
Farre cast out of thy syght:
But yet euen then, thou hardst my voyce
And prayer daye and nyght.
Farre cast out of thy syght:
But yet euen then, thou hardst my voyce
And prayer daye and nyght.
Loue ye therfore, the lyuinge Lorde
Hys goodnes whych do taste:
For he the symple, doth defende
Rewards the proude as faste.
Hys goodnes whych do taste:
For he the symple, doth defende
Rewards the proude as faste.
Be of good cheare, all ye therfore
That hope of God good turne:
For he wyll strengthen, styll youre harts
That trust in hys returne.
That hope of God good turne:
For he wyll strengthen, styll youre harts
That trust in hys returne.
Dauid afore, the face of God
Doth here hys synnes confesse:
Vpon vvhose ayde, hys hope is stayed
vvhen troubles him oppresse.
Doth here hys synnes confesse:
Vpon vvhose ayde, hys hope is stayed
vvhen troubles him oppresse.
Psalme. Li. Miserere mei Deus.
O Lorde for thy, great mercyes sake
Haue thou mercy on me:
For thy goodnes, do cleane away
My great Impuritie.
Haue thou mercy on me:
For thy goodnes, do cleane away
My great Impuritie.
My mysdeades Lord, put quyte awaye
And eftsones make me cleane:
From synne, and all iniquytye
Thee for to serue agayne.
And eftsones make me cleane:
From synne, and all iniquytye
Thee for to serue agayne.
For I acknowledge, and confesse
My faults done vnto thee:
And myne offence, is neuer from
The presence of myne eye.
My faults done vnto thee:
And myne offence, is neuer from
The presence of myne eye.
To thee O Lorde, euen I to thee
Haue done thys sore offence:
In thys mysdede I shew my faute
Not fearing thy presence.
Haue done thys sore offence:
In thys mysdede I shew my faute
Not fearing thy presence.
But yf thou wilt, vouchsafe O Lord
Of this me now to ease:
And gyue thy worde, now vnto me
I shall not thee dysplease.
Of this me now to ease:
And gyue thy worde, now vnto me
I shall not thee dysplease.
Then shalt thou be, for it named
A God bothe iust and true:
Moste constant in, thy promysses
Not chaunginge them anew.
A God bothe iust and true:
Moste constant in, thy promysses
Not chaunginge them anew.
Yea then shalt thou, be reputed
And counted Iust in dede:
Condemnynge them, that wyll not turne
And call for helpe at nede.
And counted Iust in dede:
Condemnynge them, that wyll not turne
And call for helpe at nede.
All things to thee, is full well knowne
And nothinge from the hyd:
Euen howe of synne, I had no lack
When I was conceyued.
And nothinge from the hyd:
Euen howe of synne, I had no lack
When I was conceyued.
For why? subiect, my mother was
Also to it made thrall:
and when that I, conceyued was
By her I had my fall.
Also to it made thrall:
and when that I, conceyued was
By her I had my fall.
Yea Lord though that, it were not small
Whych by her then I had:
Yet in thy truth, is my delyte
Wyth wysdome make me glad.
Whych by her then I had:
Yet in thy truth, is my delyte
Wyth wysdome make me glad.
Yf thou (Oh Lord,) wylt me now clense
And purge me from my synne:
Wyth Isope washt, I shall be cleane
A new lyfe to begynne.
And purge me from my synne:
Wyth Isope washt, I shall be cleane
A new lyfe to begynne.
Yf thou wilt put, now cleane awaye
My synne and me renewe:
Then shall I be, that was once black
As whyte as is the snewe.
My synne and me renewe:
Then shall I be, that was once black
As whyte as is the snewe.
When thou wyth ioye, shalt me indew
And drawe to myrth agayne:
Then wyll my bones, be voyde of woo
Whych thou some tymes dydst payne.
And drawe to myrth agayne:
Then wyll my bones, be voyde of woo
Whych thou some tymes dydst payne.
Thy face good Lord, for thy name sake
Do turne from myne offence:
And for thy mercyes, great I craue
Preserue me now from thence.
Do turne from myne offence:
And for thy mercyes, great I craue
Preserue me now from thence.
Oh Lord make cleane, my harte I saye
That I in me reserue:
And that thy spiryte, within my breast
Alwaye maye me preserue.
That I in me reserue:
And that thy spiryte, within my breast
Alwaye maye me preserue.
For thy mercy, and greate goodnes
Forsake me not (oh Lord):
Ne take awaye, thy blessed spyryt
Lest that I be abhorde.
Forsake me not (oh Lord):
Ne take awaye, thy blessed spyryt
Lest that I be abhorde.
But rather graunte, thou vnto me
The comforte of thyne hande:
And wyth thy spyryt, as pryncypall
Defend me to wythstande.
The comforte of thyne hande:
And wyth thy spyryt, as pryncypall
Defend me to wythstande.
Yf thou wylt graunte, this my request
Then synners shall I tell:
Theyr lyfe how that, they shall appoynte
In ioye wyth the to dwell.
Then synners shall I tell:
Theyr lyfe how that, they shall appoynte
In ioye wyth the to dwell.
And suche as then, be ouerthroune
And thrall to synne be made:
They shall repent, and turne agayne
Be seinge of my trade.
And thrall to synne be made:
They shall repent, and turne agayne
Be seinge of my trade.
Oh God the author, of my health
From murder make me fre:
Thy ryghteousnes, my mouth shall tell
And prayse it certaynlye.
From murder make me fre:
Thy ryghteousnes, my mouth shall tell
And prayse it certaynlye.
My tounge o Lord, do thou releace
Wherof thou hast the cure:
That then it may, declare abrode
Thy prayse and eke thy poure.
Wherof thou hast the cure:
That then it may, declare abrode
Thy prayse and eke thy poure.
Yf that I should, my selfe apply
In presence for to brynge:
The outwarde sacryfyce, oh Lorde
It would please the nothinge.
In presence for to brynge:
The outwarde sacryfyce, oh Lorde
It would please the nothinge.
Ne yet wylt thou, ought it regarde
As though thou hadst respect:
The offering that, the heate doth purge
Whych we to thee diect.
As though thou hadst respect:
The offering that, the heate doth purge
Whych we to thee diect.
The sacryfyce, pleasinge the Lorde
And the oblacyon:
It is the spyryt, ryghte penitent
That maketh her great moone.
And the oblacyon:
It is the spyryt, ryghte penitent
That maketh her great moone.
It is truly, the heart of trouthe
Wyth doloure strycken sore:
Thou cāst not Lord, dispyse these twayne
No not for euermore.
Wyth doloure strycken sore:
Thou cāst not Lord, dispyse these twayne
No not for euermore.
To Syon Lorde, alwayes declare
Thy grace and greate goodnes:
That the walles of, Ierusalem
Agayne may haue redresse.
Thy grace and greate goodnes:
That the walles of, Ierusalem
Agayne may haue redresse.
The sacryfyce, we then shal make
Shalbe pleasaunte to thee:
Whych shal declare, as tokens trew
Oure inwarde purytie.
Shalbe pleasaunte to thee:
Whych shal declare, as tokens trew
Oure inwarde purytie.
I meane here the, purged offrynge
And eke oblacyon:
On aulters when, we calues shall laye
Thy name to call vpon.
And eke oblacyon:
On aulters when, we calues shall laye
Thy name to call vpon.
vve are here taught, to feare the Lorde
And not him to prouoke
Lest that vve fele, for our desartes
Hys plague and heauy stroke
And not him to prouoke
Lest that vve fele, for our desartes
Hys plague and heauy stroke
Psalmes. C.xii. Beatus vir qui timet.
The man is blest, that feareth God
And walketh in hys waye:
That in hys lawe, hath hys delyght
And doth hys wyll obaye.
And walketh in hys waye:
That in hys lawe, hath hys delyght
And doth hys wyll obaye.
Hys seade on earth, shall prosper well
And wondrouslye increase:
The faythfull flock, shal be blessed
Wyth euerlastinge peace.
And wondrouslye increase:
The faythfull flock, shal be blessed
Wyth euerlastinge peace.
Hys house wyth rytches, shall abounde
Wyth plenty and great store:
Hys ryghteousnes shall styl indure
And last for euermore.
Wyth plenty and great store:
Hys ryghteousnes shall styl indure
And last for euermore.
Unto the man, that mercy sheweth
And walketh here aryght:
From darknes great, shall then appeare
Unto hys eyes playne lyght.
And walketh here aryght:
From darknes great, shall then appeare
Unto hys eyes playne lyght.
O happy is, the mercyfull
That lendeth lyberallye:
And in hys words, is circumspert
And speaks aduysedlye.
That lendeth lyberallye:
And in hys words, is circumspert
And speaks aduysedlye.
No thinge shall moue, nor him molest
Ne yet him greue or payne:
The memory, of the ryghteous
For euer shall remayne.
Ne yet him greue or payne:
The memory, of the ryghteous
For euer shall remayne.
No feare can make, him faynt at all
Nor no kynde of myschance:
Whose harte doth fermly, trust in God
In whom he hath affiance.
Nor no kynde of myschance:
Whose harte doth fermly, trust in God
In whom he hath affiance.
His harte so sure, is stablyshed
He wyll not shrynke at all:
Untyll he haue his enmyes made
To hym subiecte and thrall.
He wyll not shrynke at all:
Untyll he haue his enmyes made
To hym subiecte and thrall.
He hathe hys goods, abrode dysparst
And gyuen to the poore:
Hys ryghteousnes, remayne it shall
And dure for euermore.
And gyuen to the poore:
Hys ryghteousnes, remayne it shall
And dure for euermore.
The wycked and the vngodlye
Shall it beholde and se:
And wyll conceaue dyspleasure then
And sore offended be.
Shall it beholde and se:
And wyll conceaue dyspleasure then
And sore offended be.
They shall for it, gnashe with theyr teath
And vanyshe quyte awaye:
And all their desyre, and their wyll
Shall peryshe and decaye.
And vanyshe quyte awaye:
And all their desyre, and their wyll
Shall peryshe and decaye.
To God for ayde, vve ought to call
In all aduersitie:
For he our prayers vvyll accept
And helpe vs spedelye.
In all aduersitie:
For he our prayers vvyll accept
And helpe vs spedelye.
Psalme. C.XXX. De profundis clamaui.
Out of the deape, I haue called
My grief (Oh Lord) shewyng:
Lord hear the voyce, of my request
Geue eare to my callynge.
My grief (Oh Lord) shewyng:
Lord hear the voyce, of my request
O let thyne eares, enclyned be
To waye the words right wel:
Of this my voyce, and my complaynte
That I shew forth and tell.
To waye the words right wel:
Of this my voyce, and my complaynte
That I shew forth and tell.
Yf thou (O Lorde) wylte be extreme
And deale with vs this waye:
To marke what we, shall do amysse
Abyde it Lorde who maye.
And deale with vs this waye:
To marke what we, shall do amysse
Abyde it Lorde who maye.
Yet mercy Lord, there is with thee
In suche abundant store:
For whiche thou shalt, be dred and feard
Bothe now and euermore.
In suche abundant store:
Bothe now and euermore.
The Lords commynge, my soule abydes
And wayte wyll for it iust:
For in his lawe, is my delyte
And in his worde my trust.
And wayte wyll for it iust:
For in his lawe, is my delyte
And in his worde my trust.
My soule to the Lorde, takes his flyght
Before the mornynge tyde:
From day to day, my soule I saye
For the Lorde doth abyde.
Before the mornynge tyde:
From day to day, my soule I saye
For the Lorde doth abyde.
O Israel, trust in the Lorde
With whome there is mercy:
Whiche of redempcion, hath suche store
As call we may plentye.
With whome there is mercy:
Whiche of redempcion, hath suche store
As call we may plentye.
For he the people, of Israel
Wyll then redeme I saye:
From all the synnes, and wickednesse:
Of their deuyce and waye.
Wyll then redeme I saye:
From all the synnes, and wickednesse:
Of their deuyce and waye.
The Lorde to prayse vve are stirred
And hym to magnifye:
vvhiche doth vvith grace, al such indevv
As trust in hys mercy.
And hym to magnifye:
vvhiche doth vvith grace, al such indevv
As trust in hys mercy.
Psalme. Cxxxviii. Confitebor tibi.
I wyll geue thanks, to thee O Lord
Wyth heart & mynde alwayes:
Before the Gods, wyll I reioyce
and syng vnto thy prayse.
Wyth heart & mynde alwayes:
Before the Gods, wyll I reioyce
I wyll drawe neare, thyne holy place
Thy great goodnes recorde:
Thy name to prayse, and thee worshyp
For thy truths sake, O Lorde.
Thy great goodnes recorde:
Thy name to prayse, and thee worshyp
For thy truths sake, O Lorde.
When I dyd call, vpon thy name
My voyce thou hardst with spede:
And dydst sucker, sende to my soule
In the tyme of my nede.
My voyce thou hardst with spede:
And dydst sucker, sende to my soule
In the tyme of my nede.
Thy name by thy, most glorious powre
Thou hast so magnifed:
And thy most holy, and blessed worde
Aboue all thynges extolled.
Thou hast so magnifed:
Aboue all thynges extolled.
The Kyngs and rulers on the earthe
Shal thee honour and prayse:
For they the wordes, of thine owne mouth
Haue hearde in all their dayes.
Shal thee honour and prayse:
For they the wordes, of thine owne mouth
Haue hearde in all their dayes.
Yea they shall synge, and muche reioyce
And in thy wayes accorde:
That great is the, glory and powre
Of thee theyr God and Lord.
And in thy wayes accorde:
That great is the, glory and powre
Of thee theyr God and Lord.
The Lorde frō heauen, doth cast hys eyes
vpon the lowely sect:
As for the proude, he doth dyspyse
And them cleane out reiect.
vpon the lowely sect:
As for the proude, he doth dyspyse
And them cleane out reiect.
Though sorowe and care, do me compas
And trouble me oppresse:
Yet shalt thou by, thy powre and myght
Me strayght agayne refreshe.
And trouble me oppresse:
Yet shalt thou by, thy powre and myght
Me strayght agayne refreshe.
Thou shalt stretch forth, thy hand on them
The furiousnes confounde:
Of myne enmyes, and thy ryght hande
Shall kepe me safe and sounde.
The furiousnes confounde:
Of myne enmyes, and thy ryght hande
Shall kepe me safe and sounde.
The Lorde hys promys, wyll performe
Of hys greate goodnes sure:
Thy mercy Lorde, that is so greate
For euer doth indure.
Thy mercy Lorde, that is so greate
For euer doth indure.
Dyspyse not then, we the desyre
Nor do not Lorde forsake:
The worckmāshyp, of thyne owne hands
For thou Lorde dydst vs make.
Nor do not Lorde forsake:
The worckmāshyp, of thyne owne hands
For thou Lorde dydst vs make.
This Psalme the vvayes, of the vvycked
And the vngodly trayne:
Doth by theyre frutes iudge them to be
Most damnable and vayne.
And the vngodly trayne:
Doth by theyre frutes iudge them to be
Most damnable and vayne.
Psalme. Cxl. Eripe me.
Delyuer Lorde, me from the wayes
Of people here peruerte:
And from suche men, do me preserue
As be of wycked heart.
And from suche men, do me preserue
As be of wycked heart.
Whych styll vpon, myschiefe do muse
And in theyr hartes imagen:
To styr vp stryfe, and make debate
All daye playinge thys pagen.
And in theyr hartes imagen:
To styr vp stryfe, and make debate
All daye playinge thys pagen.
Theyr toungs they whet, lyke to serpents
Theyr poysone out to poure:
Whych hydden is, vnder theyr lyps
Lyke vnto the addoure.
Theyr poysone out to poure:
Whych hydden is, vnder theyr lyps
Lyke vnto the addoure.
From the hands of, the vngodlye
O Lorde do thou me saue:
Whose whole deuyce, is to confound
And my doinges depraue.
O Lorde do thou me saue:
Whose whole deuyce, is to confound
And my doinges depraue.
The proude thinking, for to preuayle
Theyr snares abrode do laye:
And set theyr net, me into get
To trap me in my waye.
Theyr snares abrode do laye:
And set theyr net, me into get
To trap me in my waye.
Unto the Lorde, I forthwyth spake
Sayinge my God thou art:
Lorde hear the voyce, of my request
And prayer of my harte.
Sayinge my God thou art:
Lorde hear the voyce, of my request
And prayer of my harte.
O God my strength, and fortytude
That health to me dost sende:
In the daye of, my most daunger
Thou dydst me then defende.
That health to me dost sende:
In the daye of, my most daunger
Thou dydst me then defende.
O Lorde let not, the vngodly
Haue theyr desyre and wyll:
Lest they wyth pryde, be puffed vp
Because they prosper styll.
Haue theyr desyre and wyll:
Lest they wyth pryde, be puffed vp
Because they prosper styll.
Let such myschiefe, as they imagen
Theyr owne dystruccyon be:
As theyr owne lyps, shall then pronounce
Seakynge to compas me.
Theyr owne dystruccyon be:
As theyr owne lyps, shall then pronounce
Seakynge to compas me.
Let flamyng fyre, them strayght consume
Wherin they byding payne:
As in a pyt, from whence I saye
Neuer to ryse agayne.
Wherin they byding payne:
As in a pyt, from whence I saye
Neuer to ryse agayne.
The man whose lyps, are ryfe in taulke
And can hys tounge not gyde:
Shall not inioye, the earth no space
Theron for to abyde.
And can hys tounge not gyde:
Shall not inioye, the earth no space
Theron for to abyde.
Myschiefe shal moue, the wycked man
Him to molest and noye:
And to pursue, vntyll such tyme
He shall hym cleane dystroye.
Him to molest and noye:
And to pursue, vntyll such tyme
He shall hym cleane dystroye.
The Lord doutles, the pore mans wrong
Reuenge wyll and redresse:
The cause of such, mayntayne he wyll
As here shall be helples.
Reuenge wyll and redresse:
The cause of such, mayntayne he wyll
As here shall be helples.
The ryghteous shall, therat reioyce
Praysing thyne holy name:
The iust wyth ioye, contynew shall
In thy syght wythout blame.
Praysing thyne holy name:
The iust wyth ioye, contynew shall
In thy syght wythout blame.
To God he cals, him to assyst
And hys grace to him sende:
Hys harte to direct, in hys vvayes
And from euel him defende.
And hys grace to him sende:
And from euel him defende.
Psalme C.xli. Domine clamaui.
O Lorde I call, to thee for helpe
Wyth spede geue eare to me:
The voice consydre, of my request
When I crye vnto thee.
Wyth spede geue eare to me:
The voice consydre, of my request
Let thys my prayer, be acceptable
As incence in thy syght:
Let the lyftynge, vp of my hands
Be sacrifyce for nyght.
As incence in thy syght:
Let the lyftynge, vp of my hands
Be sacrifyce for nyght.
So gyde my lyps, and rule my mouthe
O Lorde prepaire a watche:
To kepe my tounge, from that speakyng
Wherby I may harme catch.
O Lorde prepaire a watche:
To kepe my tounge, from that speakyng
Wherby I may harme catch.
My harte to gouerne, I thee beseche
And eke so gyde and rule:
That it be not, inclyned to
The thinge wycked and euel.
And eke so gyde and rule:
That it be not, inclyned to
The thinge wycked and euel.
Let me, the fellowshyppe forsake
Of the vngodly sect:
Lest that I taste, and such thinges do
As they shall well accept.
Of the vngodly sect:
Lest that I taste, and such thinges do
As they shall well accept.
Let me rather, the ryghteous scourge
Abyde and eke sustayne:
Frendlye to chasten, and me reproue
My folly to refrayne.
Abyde and eke sustayne:
Frendlye to chasten, and me reproue
My folly to refrayne.
Let not theyr swete, & pleasaunt talke
Nor yet theyr flattring style:
In me take place, for whych I praye
Lest they should me begyle.
Nor yet theyr flattring style:
In me take place, for whych I praye
Lest they should me begyle.
Let theyr iudges, be put to foyle
Wyth stones them ouerthrowe:
That they my words, whiche are so swete
Maye then heare and them knowe.
Wyth stones them ouerthrowe:
That they my words, whiche are so swete
Maye then heare and them knowe.
Oure bones in pyts, lye dyspersed
The graues do them retayne:
As when we woode, on the earth heaw
A memory wyll remayne.
The graues do them retayne:
As when we woode, on the earth heaw
A memory wyll remayne.
Myne eyes O Lorde, do the beholde
And haue to thee respect:
In thee is my, whole hope and trust
My soule do not reiect.
And haue to thee respect:
In thee is my, whole hope and trust
My soule do not reiect.
From the deuyce, and wyly snares
O Lorde delyuer me:
Of such as waulke, in wycked wayes
Worckinge iniquytye.
O Lorde delyuer me:
Of such as waulke, in wycked wayes
Worckinge iniquytye.
Such as shall seake, vs to betraye
And laye for vs a snare:
Let them be taken, in the same
For vs they dyd prepare.
And laye for vs a snare:
Let them be taken, in the same
For vs they dyd prepare.
Dauid to God, makes here request
And opens thys hys mynde
Hys troubles all dysclosynge playne
And douts not helpe to fynde
And opens thys hys mynde
Hys troubles all dysclosynge playne
And douts not helpe to fynde
Psalme CXlii. Voce mea ad dominum.
My voyce & prayer, I dyd shew forth
Makyng to God my mone:
Euen to the Lorde, direct dyd I
My supplicacion.
Makyng to God my mone:
Euen to the Lorde, direct dyd I
My supplicacion.
I dyd powre out, my grefe and playnte
Before hys glorious face:
And my whole trouble, I dysclosed
To hys most deuyne grace.
Before hys glorious face:
And my whole trouble, I dysclosed
To hys most deuyne grace.
When payne my spyryt, dyd sore oppresse
My wayes to thee were knowne:
In which myne enmyes, layde thē wayte
Me to haue ouerthrowne.
My wayes to thee were knowne:
In which myne enmyes, layde thē wayte
Me to haue ouerthrowne.
I cast myne eyes, on the ryght hande
A vew and syght to take
Not one ther was, that woulde me know
They all dyd me forsake
A vew and syght to take
Not one ther was, that woulde me know
They all dyd me forsake
No place of refuge, nor succour
Unto had I to flye:
As for my soule, not one ther was
That would it then pyttye.
Unto had I to flye:
As for my soule, not one ther was
That would it then pyttye.
Unto the Lorde, I spake and sayde
My voyce to him lyftinge:
Thou art my hope, and porcyon eke
In the lande of lyuynge.
My voyce to him lyftinge:
Thou art my hope, and porcyon eke
In the lande of lyuynge.
Waye and consyder, well therfore
Thys my complaynt and crye:
For very lowe, I am now brought
Sustaynynge myserye.
Thys my complaynt and crye:
For very lowe, I am now brought
Sustaynynge myserye.
Delyuer Lorde, me from the hands
Of such as me pursue:
Whose myght & strength, is now so great
As wyll me cleane subdue.
Of such as me pursue:
Whose myght & strength, is now so great
As wyll me cleane subdue.
My soule out of, prisone delyuer
Releace O Lorde the same:
That I maye gyue, & render thankes
Unto thyne holy name.
Releace O Lorde the same:
That I maye gyue, & render thankes
Unto thyne holy name.
Which thynge O Lord, yf thou performe
And grauntest vnto me:
All the righteous, then resort wyll
Unto my company.
And grauntest vnto me:
All the righteous, then resort wyll
Unto my company.
Dauid of hys sonne, afflycted
Doth vnto the Lorde crye
From his hands to, be delyuerd
And from hys tyrannye.
Doth vnto the Lorde crye
And from hys tyrannye.
Psalme. C.xliii. Domine exaude.
O Lorde gyue eare, to my request
Consydre my desyre:
For thy truth, & ryghtousnes sake
Heare me I thee requyre.
Consydre my desyre:
For thy truth, & ryghtousnes sake
And wyth thy seruaunt, entre not
In iudgement we the praye:
In thy syght no, lyuyng man shall
Be iustyfed I saye.
In iudgement we the praye:
In thy syght no, lyuyng man shall
Be iustyfed I saye.
The enmye doth, me styll molest
My soule he hath pursued:
Prostrate on earth, he hath me layde
And my lyfe cleane subdued.
My soule he hath pursued:
Prostrate on earth, he hath me layde
And my lyfe cleane subdued.
He hath me throwne, in great darknes
And caste me in a caue:
Lyke vnto those that are hence gone.
And lye in pyt or graue.
And caste me in a caue:
Lyke vnto those that are hence gone.
And lye in pyt or graue.
My spyrite in me is sore vexed
Abydynge payne and griefe:
My harte in me, is desolate
Wantynge helpe and reliefe.
Abydynge payne and griefe:
My harte in me, is desolate
Wantynge helpe and reliefe.
I call to mynde, the tyme hence paste
Upon thy works I muse:
In suche as thyne, owne hands haue wrought
My selfe in dayly vse.
Upon thy works I muse:
In suche as thyne, owne hands haue wrought
My selfe in dayly vse.
My hands I do, lyfte vp to thee
My soule doth for helpe craue
As the grounde thirstynge, for moysture
Desyres water to haue.
My soule doth for helpe craue
As the grounde thirstynge, for moysture
Desyres water to haue.
With spede (O Lorde) geue eare to me
My spirite it waxeth faynte:
From me, O Lorde, hyde not thy face
But heare this my complaynte.
My spirite it waxeth faynte:
From me, O Lorde, hyde not thy face
But heare this my complaynte.
Lest that I be, to suche comparde
And lykend to for it:
As are from hence, downe discended
To the infernall pyt.
And lykend to for it:
As are from hence, downe discended
To the infernall pyt.
O Lord beholde, that art my trust
The state wher in I stande:
Early in the, mornynge wyll I
Loke for helpe at thy hande.
The state wher in I stande:
Early in the, mornynge wyll I
Loke for helpe at thy hande.
My soule O Lorde, I do lyft vp
And directe vnto the:
The waye wherin, that I shall walke
Shewe thou Lord vnto me.
And directe vnto the:
The waye wherin, that I shall walke
Shewe thou Lord vnto me.
From the hands, of myne enemyes
O Lorde do me defende:
For vnto thee, do I now flye
Helpe Lorde vnto me sende.
O Lorde do me defende:
For vnto thee, do I now flye
Helpe Lorde vnto me sende.
The thinge to do, that shal thee please
O God do me instruct:
Thy lyuynge sprite, me to the lande
Of righteousnes conduct.
O God do me instruct:
Thy lyuynge sprite, me to the lande
Of righteousnes conduct.
For thy name, and righteousnes sake
O Lorde reuyue my sprite:
My soule from all, aduersytie
Ryd and delyuer quyte.
O Lorde reuyue my sprite:
My soule from all, aduersytie
Ryd and delyuer quyte.
Distroye thou Lorde, myne enemyes
That are to mischiefe prest:
The soule of me, thy poore seruaunte,
They styll vex and molest.
That are to mischiefe prest:
The soule of me, thy poore seruaunte,
They styll vex and molest.
Out of the mouth, of vvicked men
Doth vvickednes procede:
Theyr due revvarde they shal receaue
Accordynge to theyr dede.
Doth vvickednes procede:
Theyr due revvarde they shal receaue
Accordynge to theyr dede.
Psalme. C.xliij. Benedictus dominus.
Blessed be the Lord, my refuge
My whole powre strēgth & myght:
yt doest instructe, my hands to warre
And my fyngers to fight.
My whole powre strēgth & myght:
yt doest instructe, my hands to warre
And my fyngers to fight.
That art my hope, and fortytude
My buckler and defence:
Subduinge people, vnder me
My trust and confydence
My buckler and defence:
Subduinge people, vnder me
My trust and confydence
O Lorde, what is man in thy syghte
That thou taks such respecte:
Unto his wayes, and dost so much
Hym esteme and accept.
That thou taks such respecte:
Unto his wayes, and dost so much
Hym esteme and accept.
The state and lyfe, of man may we
Repute to be as vayne:
Whose tyme lyke shadowe fades away
Renewynge not agayne.
Repute to be as vayne:
Whose tyme lyke shadowe fades away
Renewynge not agayne.
Bowe downe thyne heauen, from thence discende
To such as thee prouoke:
The mountains touch, wherby thy powre
Shal forthwith make them smoke.
To such as thee prouoke:
The mountains touch, wherby thy powre
Shal forthwith make them smoke.
Caste forth thy lyghtnynge, them to feare
In thy great wrath and fume:
Out of thy bowe, thyne arows shote
Therby them to consume.
In thy great wrath and fume:
Out of thy bowe, thyne arows shote
Therby them to consume.
Lord frō aboue, thy hande downe stretche
Thy helpe to me nowe sende:
From the daunger, of the wycked
By thy powre me defende.
Thy helpe to me nowe sende:
From the daunger, of the wycked
By thy powre me defende.
Whose mouth doth speake, all vanitie
No truth is founde therin:
Their ryght hande is, an instrument
To commyt greuouse synne.
No truth is founde therin:
Their ryght hande is, an instrument
To commyt greuouse synne.
I wyll synge vnto thee, O God
Upon the lute alwayes:
A newe songe soundinge, on ten stryng{s}
Thy name to laude and prayse.
Upon the lute alwayes:
A newe songe soundinge, on ten stryng{s}
Thy name to laude and prayse.
That vnto the, kynges on earth
Dost gyue the vyctorye:
Thy seruaunt Dauid, hast saued
From all his ioberdye.
Dost gyue the vyctorye:
Thy seruaunt Dauid, hast saued
From all his ioberdye.
From the powre, of the vngodly
O Lorde delyuer me:
Whose hands to do, mischiefe are prest
Their lyps talke vanytye.
O Lorde delyuer me:
Whose hands to do, mischiefe are prest
Their lyps talke vanytye.
Graunte that our sons, may grow and crease
As younge plants on ye grounde:
Oure doughters to, be pure and cleane
Wyth verteous to abounde.
As younge plants on ye grounde:
Oure doughters to, be pure and cleane
Wyth verteous to abounde.
That our garnars, of corne may be
replenysht with greate store:
Our shepe and cattayle, to increase
In numbre more and more.
replenysht with greate store:
Our shepe and cattayle, to increase
In numbre more and more.
That scarsnes do, them not oppresse
The oxe for laboure stronge:
No cause to vse, imprysōments
Nor complaynynge of wronge.
The oxe for laboure stronge:
No cause to vse, imprysōments
Nor complaynynge of wronge.
Happy maye we, all suche repute
And iudge them of that sorte:
To be blessed, that haue the Lorde
For theyr God and comforte.
And iudge them of that sorte:
To be blessed, that haue the Lorde
For theyr God and comforte.
Hovve iuste the Lorde, is of hys vvorde
This psalme doth here recyte:
His goodnes greate, and mercye bothe
His glory and hys myght.
This psalme doth here recyte:
His goodnes greate, and mercye bothe
His glory and hys myght.
Psalme. C.xlvi. Exaltabo te deus.
O God I wyll, thee magnifye
My Lorde and Kyng always:
For euermore, I wyll thy name
Honour laude & eke prayse.
For euermore, I wyll thy name
Honour laude & eke prayse.
Eche daye by daye, I wyll geue thanks
Unto thy maiestye:
And thy name prayse, for euermore
Lord for thy great mercy.
Unto thy maiestye:
And thy name prayse, for euermore
Lord for thy great mercy.
Thy myght O Lorde, is maruelous
And worthy of much prayse:
Thy powre O Lorde, is infinite
And dure it wyll alwayes.
And worthy of much prayse:
Thy powre O Lorde, is infinite
And dure it wyll alwayes.
One generacion, vnto an other
Shall thus saye and recorde:
Praysynge thy works, & shewe therby
The powre of thee, their Lorde.
Shall thus saye and recorde:
Praysynge thy works, & shewe therby
The powre of thee, their Lorde.
And as for me, I wyll not cease
But tell of thy glorye:
Of thy worshyp, and wonderous works
Thee for to magnifye.
But tell of thy glorye:
Of thy worshyp, and wonderous works
Thee for to magnifye.
All men shall speake, of thy great powre
And thy maruelous actes:
I wyll shewe forth, and tel abrode
Of all thy noble factes.
And thy maruelous actes:
I wyll shewe forth, and tel abrode
Of all thy noble factes.
A memory, of thy mercy
I wyll shewe and expresse:
So that men shall, vnto thee synge
Of thy righteousnes.
I wyll shewe and expresse:
So that men shall, vnto thee synge
Of thy righteousnes.
The Lords goodnes, is wondrous great
Whose grace is most plentye:
Longe sufferynge, our wickednes
And abounds with mercy.
Whose grace is most plentye:
Longe sufferynge, our wickednes
And abounds with mercy.
The Lorde our God full louyng is
Unto eche creature:
Ouer his worcks, his mercy is
And wyll euer indure.
Unto eche creature:
Ouer his worcks, his mercy is
And wyll euer indure.
All thy worcks of, wondre O Lorde
Thee prayse and magnifye:
And al thy saints, do render thanks
Unto thy maiestie.
Thee prayse and magnifye:
And al thy saints, do render thanks
Unto thy maiestie.
The glory great, of thy kyngdome
They do shewe and expresse:
And all their taulke, is for to tell
Of thy powre and goodnesse.
They do shewe and expresse:
And all their taulke, is for to tell
Of thy powre and goodnesse.
That thereby thy, glory and powre
Maye forth abrode be blowen:
And the greatnes, of thy kyngedome
Myght to all men be knowen.
Maye forth abrode be blowen:
And the greatnes, of thy kyngedome
Myght to all men be knowen.
Thy kyngedome is, euerlastynge
For euer to remayne:
And dure shal thy, dominion
In all ages to rayne.
For euer to remayne:
And dure shal thy, dominion
In all ages to rayne.
The Lorde forgetteth, not the state
Of those that go astraye:
But rayseth vp, suche as are downe
To brynge them to his waye.
Of those that go astraye:
But rayseth vp, suche as are downe
To brynge them to his waye.
The eyes here of, all lyuynge thyngs
On thee O Lorde attende:
And thou their meate, in due season
Dost then vnto them sende.
On thee O Lorde attende:
And thou their meate, in due season
Dost then vnto them sende.
Thy greate goodnes, thou dost extende
When thy hande thou opnest:
Eche thynge lyuynge, with plenteousnes
With thy blessynge thou fyllest.
When thy hande thou opnest:
Eche thynge lyuynge, with plenteousnes
With thy blessynge thou fyllest.
The Lord our God, in all his wayes
Is iuste and righteous bothe:
And holy is, in all his works
The witnes of his trothe:
Is iuste and righteous bothe:
And holy is, in all his works
The witnes of his trothe:
Suche as vpon, the Lord do call
Shewynge theyr payne and griefe:
He dothe pyttye, their myserye
And ease them wyth reliefe.
Shewynge theyr payne and griefe:
He dothe pyttye, their myserye
And ease them wyth reliefe.
The Lorde the desyre, wyll fulfyll
Of suche as do hym feare:
At nede he shal, ayde to them sende
And wyl their prayer heare.
Of suche as do hym feare:
At nede he shal, ayde to them sende
And wyl their prayer heare.
The Lord wyll sure, defende all suche
As do hym feare and loue:
But the wycked, he wyll dysparse
And their doynges reproue.
As do hym feare and loue:
But the wycked, he wyll dysparse
And their doynges reproue.
My mouth O Lord, for euermore
Shall speake vnto thy prayse:
All creatures to, thyne holy name
Shall render thanks alwayes.
Shall speake vnto thy prayse:
All creatures to, thyne holy name
Shall render thanks alwayes.
To put oure truste, onely in God
vve are here playnly taught:
And hym to prayse, for all his vvorks
That heauen and earth hath vvrought.
vve are here playnly taught:
And hym to prayse, for all his vvorks
That heauen and earth hath vvrought.
Psalme. Cxlvi. Lauda Anima mea.
The Lorde to prayse, and magnifye
My soule se thou accorde:
Duryng the tyme, I here abyde
I wyll prayse thee O La?rde.
My soule se thou accorde:
Duryng the tyme, I here abyde
I wyll prayse thee O La?rde.
So longe as lyfe, in me shall laste
And eke shall dure my dayes:
Unto the Lorde, I wyl not cease
To synge vnto hym prayse.
And eke shall dure my dayes:
Unto the Lorde, I wyl not cease
To synge vnto hym prayse.
In Princes put; not confydence
Nor in no chylde of man:
For they are voyde, euen of all ayde
But the Lorde thee helpe can.
Nor in no chylde of man:
For they are voyde, euen of all ayde
But the Lorde thee helpe can.
When death shall lyfe, from the body
Dissolue here of eche man:
His thoughts shall peryshe, & he returne
To earth where he began.
Dissolue here of eche man:
His thoughts shall peryshe, & he returne
To earth where he began.
The man is blessed, and happy
Whome Iacobs God doth ayde:
And he whose hope, and confydence
Upon the Lorde is stayed.
Whome Iacobs God doth ayde:
And he whose hope, and confydence
Upon the Lorde is stayed.
Whiche did the heauen, the earth and sea
And all that therein is:
Fasho{n} and make, and doth styll kepe
For euer his promyse.
And all that therein is:
Fasho{n} and make, and doth styll kepe
For euer his promyse.
Which wil to right, all them restore
That suffer iniurye:
And doth agayne, prouyde to fede
Suche as be hungerye.
That suffer iniurye:
And doth agayne, prouyde to fede
Suche as be hungerye.
The Lorde wyl lose, and eke delyuer
Suche as in pryson be:
And to the blynde, syght dothe restore
Of them that can not se.
Suche as in pryson be:
And to the blynde, syght dothe restore
Of them that can not se.
The Lorde dothe helpe, vnto such sende
As fall and go astraye:
As for the iuste, and ryghteouse sorte
He taketh care alwaye.
As fall and go astraye:
As for the iuste, and ryghteouse sorte
He taketh care alwaye.
The Lorde the state, of straungers doth
Regarde and esteame muche:
The wyddowe, and the fatherlesse
Defende he wyll all suche.
Regarde and esteame muche:
The wyddowe, and the fatherlesse
Defende he wyll all suche.
As for the wayes, of the wycked
The Lorde full well doth knowe:
But he wyll turne, it vpse downe
And them cleane ouerthrowe.
The Lorde full well doth knowe:
But he wyll turne, it vpse downe
And them cleane ouerthrowe.
The Lord thy God, O Syon shall
Be gyde of all nacions:
And shal be kynge for euermore
Thorowout all generacions.
And shal be kynge for euermore
Thorowout all generacions.
THE povver of God, here se vve may
His vvorks and vvhat they be:
His glorye greate, and vvysedome pure
Hys myght and maiestie.
His vvorks and vvhat they be:
His glorye greate, and vvysedome pure
Hys myght and maiestie.
Psalme C.xlvii. Laudate Dominum.
O prayse the Lorde, for it is good
To synge vnto hym prayse:
Unto the tyme, I here abyde
I wyll prayse thee O Lorde.
To synge vnto hym prayse:
Unto the tyme, I here abyde
In the syght of, the Lorde it is
Most pleasaunt and ioyfull:
For all suche gyfts as we receaue
To be for them thankfull.
Most pleasaunt and ioyfull:
For all suche gyfts as we receaue
To be for them thankfull.
The Lorde of hys, goodnes hath buylte
Agayne Ierusalem:
And the outecasts, of Israell
Together chosen them.
Agayne Ierusalem:
And the outecasts, of Israell
Together chosen them.
The Lorde wyl them, of contrite heart{e}
To health agayne restore:
For he medcyns, wyl geue to cure
Their sicknes and their sore.
To health agayne restore:
For he medcyns, wyl geue to cure
Their sicknes and their sore.
The stars in numbre, he doth knowe
Iustlye countynge the same:
And at hys pleasure, calleth them
In ord{er} by they{r} name.
Iustlye countynge the same:
And at hys pleasure, calleth them
In ord{er} by they{r} name.
The maiestie, of thee our God
And thy great power and myghte
Is wonderfull, and all thy works
Thy wysdome infinite.
And thy great power and myghte
Is wonderfull, and all thy works
Thy wysdome infinite.
The Lorde the lowly, lyfteth vp
And doth exhault the meke:
As for the proude, he pulleth downe
And the vngodlye eke.
And doth exhault the meke:
As for the proude, he pulleth downe
And the vngodlye eke.
O synge vnto, the Lorde therfore
With laude and thanks geuynge:
Upon the harpe, vnto our God
To hym let vs prayse synge.
With laude and thanks geuynge:
Upon the harpe, vnto our God
To hym let vs prayse synge.
Which doth the heauen, wt cloudes couer
And by hys power ordayne:
The earthe to serue, when nede requirs
In his due tyme with rayne.
And by hys power ordayne:
The earthe to serue, when nede requirs
In his due tyme with rayne.
Wherby the grasse, doth grow & spryng{e}
Upon high mountaynes than:
The earthe it maks, to bringe forth herbs
To serue the vse of man.
Upon high mountaynes than:
The earthe it maks, to bringe forth herbs
To serue the vse of man.
Whiche for catell, fodder prouids
By power celestiall:
And the yong Rauens, lykwyse doth fede
When they vpon hym call.
By power celestiall:
And the yong Rauens, lykwyse doth fede
When they vpon hym call.
The Lorde taks no, pleasure at all
In the strength of an horse:
Neyther delyghts he in mans legs
Nor in hys myght and force.
In the strength of an horse:
Neyther delyghts he in mans legs
Nor in hys myght and force.
Suche as do feare, and dred the Lorde
In those delyghteth he:
And taketh pleasure, in all them
That trust in hys mercye.
In those delyghteth he:
And taketh pleasure, in all them
That trust in hys mercye.
Laude and prayse O, Ierusalem
The Lorde that is on hye:
O Syon se, thou prayse thy God
And do hym magnifye.
The Lorde that is on hye:
O Syon se, thou prayse thy God
And do hym magnifye.
For he thy ga{et}s, so sure hathe made
And with bars them so bounde:
All the chyldren, he hath blessed
That may in thee be founde.
And with bars them so bounde:
All the chyldren, he hath blessed
That may in thee be founde.
The whole borders, thorowe out he doth
With peace indue and blysse:
And with great aboundaunce of wheate
He doth it replenyshe.
With peace indue and blysse:
And with great aboundaunce of wheate
He doth it replenyshe.
He sendeth forth, vpon the earth
Hys commaundment to vs:
Hys worde it is, of race so swift
As cal we may wondrous.
Hys commaundment to vs:
Hys worde it is, of race so swift
As cal we may wondrous.
By deuine powre he geueth snowe
On earth lyke vnto wooll:
And the hoare froste, lyke to ashes
The grounde he scatters full.
On earth lyke vnto wooll:
And the hoare froste, lyke to ashes
The grounde he scatters full.
The yse abrode, he doth disparse
In peces to remayne:
Thy frost so colde, who is able
To abyde and sustayne.
In peces to remayne:
Thy frost so colde, who is able
To abyde and sustayne.
When he commaundeth, by hys worde
It then dissolues agayne:
And by the powre, euen of hys wynde
The waters flowe amayne.
It then dissolues agayne:
And by the powre, euen of hys wynde
The waters flowe amayne.
Hys lyuely worde, vnto Iacob
He doeth vtter and tell:
Hys lawes and hys, ordinaunces
He sheweth Ilsraell.
Hys lawes and hys, ordinaunces
He sheweth Ilsraell.
He hath not so, louingly dealt
With any other nacion:
For in hys lawes, are ignoraunt
The Heathen congregacion.
With any other nacion:
For in hys lawes, are ignoraunt
The Heathen congregacion.
The iust vvith ioye, maye here reioyce
In God vvho doth regarde:
Their lovvely meke and contrite hearts
Full vvell he vvyll regarde.
In God vvho doth regarde:
Their lovvely meke and contrite hearts
Full vvell he vvyll regarde.
Psalm C.xlix. Cantare Domino.
O synge to the Lorde, a newe songe
Thy voyce to hym direct:
Let the whole company prayse hym
Of the saincts and elect.
Let the whole company prayse hym
Of the saincts and elect.
Let Israel, in hys maker
Be glad with thanckfull voyce:
Let all the chyldren, of Sion
In their kynge much reioyce.
Be glad with thanckfull voyce:
Let all the chyldren, of Sion
In their kynge much reioyce.
Hys name to laude and magnifie
In all their daunce and playes:
Upon the {t}abret, and the harpe
Let them synge to hym prayse.
In all their daunce and playes:
Upon the {t}abret, and the harpe
Let them synge to hym prayse.
Let the sayncts and, all the elect
Reioyce with great glorye:
Let them be ioyfull, and ryght glad
In their beds where they lye.
Reioyce with great glorye:
Let them be ioyfull, and ryght glad
In their beds where they lye.
Let all the words, they shall vtter
Sounde to the prayse of God:
And in their hands, a two edge sworde
For the wicked a rod.
Sounde to the prayse of God:
And in their hands, a two edge sworde
For the wicked a rod.
To be auengd, on the Heathen
That peruerse generation:
Puttynge the people, to reprofe
To shame and great vexacion.
That peruerse generation:
To shame and great vexacion.
To subdue their, kyngs and rulers
And nobles of their lands:
Castynge them, in captiuitie
Into stronge yron bandes.
And nobles of their lands:
Castynge them, in captiuitie
Into stronge yron bandes.
That they on them, may be auengd
Euen as it is wrytten:
Suche honour haue, all the elect
From the Lorde aboue geuen.
Euen as it is wrytten:
Suche honour haue, all the elect
From the Lorde aboue geuen.
The sure hope, truste, and confidence
That he had on the Lorde:
Is here exprest, and manifest
As thys Psalme doth recorde.
That he had on the Lorde:
Is here exprest, and manifest
As thys Psalme doth recorde.
Psalme. C.xliii. Iudica me Deus.
Gyue sentence on, my syde O God
And eke my cause defende:
Agaynst people, that are peruert
And to me hurt intende.
And eke my cause defende:
Agaynst people, that are peruert
And to me hurt intende.
Delyuer Lorde, me from the man
Whose doynges are vniust:
Whose heart is full, of gyle and craft
In whome there is no trust.
Whose doynges are vniust:
Whose heart is full, of gyle and craft
In whome there is no trust.
For thou O God, art my defence
My strength, my power and myght:
Why hast thou put, me quite awaye
From presence of thy syght.
My strength, my power and myght:
Why hast thou put, me quite awaye
From presence of thy syght.
And why walke I, so heauely
As one that is dismayde:
Whyle that myne enmy, vexeth me
And maks me sore affrayde.
As one that is dismayde:
Whyle that myne enmy, vexeth me
And maks me sore affrayde.
Sende forth thy lyght, me for to gyde
And thy truth me to tell:
They shal me leade, vnto the place
Where thou dost byde and dwell.
And thy truth me to tell:
They shal me leade, vnto the place
Where thou dost byde and dwell.
They shall me strayght, and sure conduct
Unto thy holye hyll:
Where I wyll then, remayne and byde
On thy most blessed wyll.
Unto thy holye hyll:
Where I wyll then, remayne and byde
On thy most blessed wyll.
Then shall I in, thy presence come
With glad and thanckful voyce:
Of thee my God, that maks my youth
In thee muche to reioyce.
With glad and thanckful voyce:
Of thee my God, that maks my youth
In thee muche to reioyce.
O God vpon, the harpe I shall
Thee prayse and magnifye:
Why art thou heauye, O my soule
And dost thus trouble me.
Thee prayse and magnifye:
Why art thou heauye, O my soule
And dost thus trouble me.
In God put trust, and confidence
And geue vnto hym prayse:
He is my hope, he is my health
And eke my God Alwayse.
And geue vnto hym prayse:
He is my hope, he is my health
And eke my God Alwayse.
Hovve much God doth the slaundrous man
Abhorre hate and dispyse:
Is in thys Psalme discribed playne
Euen open to oure eyes.
Abhorre hate and dispyse:
Is in thys Psalme discribed playne
Psalme. Lxiiij Exaudi Deus orationeru meam.
Heare thys the voyce, of my request
O God I call to thee:
My lyfe preserue, thou from the feare
Now of my ennemye.
O God I call to thee:
My lyfe preserue, thou from the feare
Now of my ennemye.
From the assemble, of people yll
Under thy wyngs me hyde:
And from the wayes, of the wycked
Do me defende and gyde.
Under thy wyngs me hyde:
And from the wayes, of the wycked
Do me defende and gyde.
Their tungs they whet, thē sharpe to make
Their poyson out to brynge:
Euen venyme words, they powre forth styll
That do moste deadly stynge.
Their poyson out to brynge:
Euen venyme words, they powre forth styll
That do moste deadly stynge.
That they maye priuely, hurt and noye
The Iust and the elect:
They nothynge feare, for to slaunder
The man that is perfect.
The Iust and the elect:
They nothynge feare, for to slaunder
The man that is perfect.
In mischiefe they, do animate
Them selues all that they maye:
And do consult, amongst them selues
Their snares howe for to laye.
Them selues all that they maye:
And do consult, amongst them selues
Their snares howe for to laye.
And bouldly say, eche to other
No man there is at all:
That can bewraye, what we wyl do
So secret worke we shall.
No man there is at all:
That can bewraye, what we wyl do
So secret worke we shall.
They mischiefe in, their hearts ymagen
And that they put in vre:
Which they kepe closse amonge thē selues
And thynke all safe and sure.
And that they put in vre:
Which they kepe closse amonge thē selues
And thynke all safe and sure.
But sodaynlye, God shall start vp
And them all strayght confounde:
With bowe then bent, with arrows prest
He shall them depelye wounde.
And them all strayght confounde:
With bowe then bent, with arrows prest
He shall them depelye wounde.
Yea their owne tounges, shalbe the cause
That they shall fall and slyde:
And all suche as, do them behoulde
Shal their doynges deryde.
That they shall fall and slyde:
And all suche as, do them behoulde
Shal their doynges deryde.
And suche as shall, then se their fall
Wyll saye thys is Gods act:
For they shall playne, perceyue it all
To be hys worcke and fact.
Wyll saye thys is Gods act:
For they shall playne, perceyue it all
To be hys worcke and fact.
The ryghteous shall, in God reioyce
And put in hym their trust:
The faythfull mynde, shalbe ryght glad
Whose heart is true and iuste.
And put in hym their trust:
The faythfull mynde, shalbe ryght glad
Whose heart is true and iuste.
THE due revvarde, to lyinge lyps
Is here expressed playne:
VVhose toungs do vtter, all disceate
And do but glose and fayne.
Is here expressed playne:
VVhose toungs do vtter, all disceate
And do but glose and fayne.
Psalme. C.xx. Ad Dominum cum tribularer.
When troubles, dyd me sore oppresse
And my soule was heauye:
Upon the Lorde, I dyd then cal
Who hearde me by and by.
And my soule was heauye:
Upon the Lorde, I dyd then cal
To whom I spake, and sayde O Lorde
Ryd and delyuer me:
From lyinge lyps, that speake disceayte
And worke all vanitye.
Ryd and delyuer me:
From lyinge lyps, that speake disceayte
And worke all vanitye.
O thou false tonge, thy due rewarde
Shalt thou haue for thyne hyre:
Euen percynge strokes, of Arows kea{n}
With hote consumynge fyre.
Shalt thou haue for thyne hyre:
Euen percynge strokes, of Arows kea{n}
With hote consumynge fyre.
And wo is me, that am constraynd
With Mesech for to byde:
And in the tentes, of Cedar eke
To dwell all my lyfe tyde.
With Mesech for to byde:
And in the tentes, of Cedar eke
To dwell all my lyfe tyde.
My soule longe tyme, in troubels byd
That I coulde not releace:
Euen amongst such, as loue debate
And are enmies to peace.
That I coulde not releace:
Euen amongst such, as loue debate
And are enmies to peace.
And styll in peace, I seake to lyue
Wherin I most delyght:
But when I speake, to them therof
They are ready to fyght.
Wherin I most delyght:
But when I speake, to them therof
They are ready to fyght.
From God all ayde, and helpe vve haue
In our distresse and nede.
VVhich vve must aske, and of hym craue
Not doubtynge for to spede.
In our distresse and nede.
Not doubtynge for to spede.
Psalme. LXX. Deus in adiutorium.
Haste the O God, & make good spede
For to delyuer me:
Make haste to helpe and me nowe ryd
O Lorde I call to thee.
For to delyuer me:
Make haste to helpe and me nowe ryd
Put to reproche, shame and rebuke
All that me vexe and noye:
And such as seke, after my soule
Confounde and them distroye.
All that me vexe and noye:
And such as seke, after my soule
Confounde and them distroye.
Let them receaue, for their rewarde
Shame that to them is due:
With open mouth, they folowe me
And cryinge me pursue.
Shame that to them is due:
With open mouth, they folowe me
And cryinge me pursue.
And suche as vnto, me wyshe euyll
Let them be put to flyght:
That seake the way, me to betraye
With death confounde them quite.
Let them be put to flyght:
That seake the way, me to betraye
With death confounde them quite.
But let all suche, as thee shall seke
Reioyce in thee alwayes:
That in thy sauynge, health delyghts
Sayinge to thee be prayse.
Reioyce in thee alwayes:
That in thy sauynge, health delyghts
Sayinge to thee be prayse.
But as for me, that am but poore
And in great miserye:
Yet I wyll for, ayde to thee call
Lorde hast thee to helpe me.
And in great miserye:
Yet I wyll for, ayde to thee call
Lorde hast thee to helpe me.
Prolonge not Lorde, but helpe with spede
That hast redemed me:
In paryls grate, I Lorde now stand
Unlesse I helped be.
That hast redemed me:
In paryls grate, I Lorde now stand
Unlesse I helped be.
FINIS.
A DISCRIPTION of the lyfe of man, the worlde, and vanities therof.
Who
on earth iustlye, can reioyce
What wyght yt beareth breath:
Which discended, of Adams lyne
And subiect is to death.
What wyght yt beareth breath:
Which discended, of Adams lyne
And subiect is to death.
Who woulde, thys wicked worlde esteme
Or ought therin I saye:
Sence that we see, all things are vayne
And dayly doe decaye.
Or ought therin I saye:
Sence that we see, all things are vayne
And dayly doe decaye.
The man the beast, the fishe and foule
A tyme here growe and crease:
Tyll death with dent, and dart shal come
Of lyfe them all release.
A tyme here growe and crease:
Tyll death with dent, and dart shal come
Of lyfe them all release.
What shal we count, the lyfe of man
But care and miserye:
Some tyme in wele, some tyme in wo
And aye dreadeth to die.
But care and miserye:
Some tyme in wele, some tyme in wo
And aye dreadeth to die.
Thys vayne and wretched, lyfe to leaue
Why are we then so loth:
But that we dout, and deme our dedes
Prouoked haue Gods wroth.
Why are we then so loth:
But that we dout, and deme our dedes
Prouoked haue Gods wroth.
Thus lyuynge, alwaye dred we death
And dyinge lyfe we dout:
In doutfull state, we stande both wayes
Tyll course of lyfe be out.
And dyinge lyfe we dout:
In doutfull state, we stande both wayes
Tyll course of lyfe be out.
Yf Fortune shal, vs so fauoure
To set vs in hygh state:
Why then we dred, and feare the fall
And styll we blame our fate.
To set vs in hygh state:
Why then we dred, and feare the fall
And styll we blame our fate.
Yf rytches do, with vs increase
Therof we feare the losse:
If pouertye, shall vs assayll
Agayne care doth vs tosse.
Therof we feare the losse:
If pouertye, shall vs assayll
Agayne care doth vs tosse.
Thus are we compast, in with care
Thus tossed to and fro:
As men here voyde, of restyng place
Replete with payne and wo.
Thus tossed to and fro:
As men here voyde, of restyng place
Replete with payne and wo.
Thus maye we se, what thys worlde is
Hys glorye and hys pryde:
Nothynge at all, but dreadeth fall
For longe it can not byde.
Hys glorye and hys pryde:
Nothynge at all, but dreadeth fall
For longe it can not byde.
What thynge so sure, that maye indure
That tyme can it not chaunge:
What is so fayre, but tyme maye payre
And make it seme as straunge.
That tyme can it not chaunge:
What is so fayre, but tyme maye payre
And make it seme as straunge.
Behoulde thy selfe, here in thys glasse
Thy shape and fashon iuste:
From whence thou camst, whether thou shalt
And howe thou art but duste.
Thy shape and fashon iuste:
From whence thou camst, whether thou shalt
And howe thou art but duste.
A tyme to lyue, God doth thee gyue
And after for thee call:
Whiche tyme so lent, beynge well spent
The heauens inioye ye shall.
And after for thee call:
Whiche tyme so lent, beynge well spent
The heauens inioye ye shall.
This worldly pompe, this vayne pleasure
It lasteth but a space:
Our eyes to fyll, a tyme it wyll.
And then we must geue place.
It lasteth but a space:
Our eyes to fyll, a tyme it wyll.
And then we must geue place.
Oure chyldren shall, vs then succede
Our place for to supplye:
Tyll death dissolue, and then bereue
The lyfe from their bodye.
Our place for to supplye:
Tyll death dissolue, and then bereue
The lyfe from their bodye.
Thus doth the worlde, both eb and flowe
As commonly doth the tyde:
Nowe vp now downe, now to now fro
For all hys pompe and pryde.
As commonly doth the tyde:
Nowe vp now downe, now to now fro
For all hys pompe and pryde.
Behoulde, our forefathers are gone:
They place to vs dyd gyue:
The tyme was come, that Nature set
They coulde no lenger lyue.
They place to vs dyd gyue:
The tyme was come, that Nature set
They coulde no lenger lyue.
Death hath them all, of lyfe bereft
Whose fame in bokes are founde:
To oure rebuke, that lyue thys daye
In synne we so abounde.
Whose fame in bokes are founde:
To oure rebuke, that lyue thys daye
In synne we so abounde.
Let vs so lyue, then well to dye
And dye to lyue agayne:
So shal we chaunge, but Naturs course
And Gods kyngdome attayne.
And dye to lyue agayne:
So shal we chaunge, but Naturs course
And Gods kyngdome attayne.
Thys tyme I can, but much lament
In whych synne so doth rayne:
No trust no truth, in age nor youth
Ech man seaks hys owne gayne.
In whych synne so doth rayne:
No trust no truth, in age nor youth
Ech man seaks hys owne gayne.
Men nowe to get, their myndes set
Not carynge howe it cums:
By hooke or crooke, they do not looke
So they maye gather sums.
Not carynge howe it cums:
By hooke or crooke, they do not looke
So they maye gather sums.
But man I saye, thynke on the daye
That thou must all forsake:
When dredfull death, shal stop thy breath
And thy lyfe from thee take.
That thou must all forsake:
When dredfull death, shal stop thy breath
And thy lyfe from thee take.
If gredy men, woulde suffre then
Thys to synke in their brest:
They woulde not moyle, and for that toyle
That shoulde brede their vnrest.
Thys to synke in their brest:
They woulde not moyle, and for that toyle
That shoulde brede their vnrest.
For their chyldren, their answere is
They landes and goods do git:
And yet often, it is here sene
That they inioye not it.
They landes and goods do git:
And yet often, it is here sene
That they inioye not it.
By Fortune it maye so betyde
The goods got by their lyfe:
Within short space, to be consumd
Or els be cause of stryfe.
The goods got by their lyfe:
Within short space, to be consumd
Or els be cause of stryfe.
Uayne is thys muck, that here they seake
Though happy we them call:
That it inioye, and haue at wyll
For leaue it here they shall.
Though happy we them call:
That it inioye, and haue at wyll
For leaue it here they shall.
quoth F. S.
[illeg.] ad [illeg.] solum.
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