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 | The Psalter of David newely translated into English metre in such sort that it maye the more decently, and wyth more delyte of the mynde, be reade and songe of al men, wherunto is added a note of four partes, wyth other thynges, as shall appear in the Epistle to the Reader [by Robert Crowley] |  |
The .cxliij. Psalme.
Lorde
heare my supplication, and perceyue my desyre:
And for thy trueth and thy iustice, graunt that I do requyre.
And for thy trueth and thy iustice, graunt that I do requyre.
Lorde enter not wyth thy seruant, into iudgment and right:
For no lyueynge man can be founde, that is iuste in thy syght.
For the enmie doeth persecute, my soule most cruelly:
And hath dashed my lyfe agaynst, the groūd most spytefully.
And hath dashed my lyfe agaynst, the groūd most spytefully.
And into dearcke places he hath, thruste me headlonge also:
Euen as I were lyke to the men that, were deade longe ago.
Euen as I were lyke to the men that, were deade longe ago.
And my spyrite wythin me doeth faynte, & doeth begyne to sayle:
And myne herte wythin my bodie, is striken wyth meruayle.
And myne herte wythin my bodie, is striken wyth meruayle.
Yet do I calle to memorie, the tymes that earste haue ben:
And to comment and treate of al thy deedes I do begynne.
And to comment and treate of al thy deedes I do begynne.
I do cōment and speake (I saye) of all that thou haste done:
And of the worcke of thyne handes (Lorde) I do talke and reasone.
And of the worcke of thyne handes (Lorde) I do talke and reasone.
Myne handes I haue opened to the, and lyfte them vp on hye:
And my soule doeth wishe after the as the earth that is drye.
And my soule doeth wishe after the as the earth that is drye.
O Lorde do thou heare me shortlye, and graunt me my request:
For my sprite is allredy faynte, and fayleth in my breaste. vnto the synge.
For my sprite is allredy faynte, and fayleth in my breaste. vnto the synge.
For God geueth health vnto kynges, and hath deliuered:
Hys seruant Dauid from the swerde that would haue him kylled.
Hys seruant Dauid from the swerde that would haue him kylled.
Deliuer me, and set me free, from strayngers powre and myght:
Whose mouth speaketh vayne thynges and eke theyr hande do nothynge right.
Whose mouth speaketh vayne thynges and eke theyr hande do nothynge right.
That in theyr youth oure sonnes maye sprynge, and growe vp lyke yonge trees:
And our daughters lyke embossementes, decked lyke palaices.
And our daughters lyke embossementes, decked lyke palaices.
And let our store houses be full, yeldynge vitayle for aye:
And our ewes yeane eleauen thousande in our streates and highwaye.
And our ewes yeane eleauen thousande in our streates and highwaye.
Let our oxen learne to labour, let not our walles fall downe:
Let ther be none exyle of men, nor out crye in our towne.
Let ther be none exyle of men, nor out crye in our towne.
That people is happye and bleste, that lyueth in this sorte:
Bleste is the people whose God is, the Lorde of all confort.
Bleste is the people whose God is, the Lorde of all confort.
| The Psalter of David newely translated into English metre in such sort that it maye the more decently, and wyth more delyte of the mynde, be reade and songe of al men, wherunto is added a note of four partes, wyth other thynges, as shall appear in the Epistle to the Reader [by Robert Crowley] | |