The .xxxiiij. Psalme.
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all tymes and ceasons I wyll prayse the Lorde God certayne:
For in my mouthe hys holy prayse doeth euer more remayne.
My soule shal glorye in the Lorde, and in none other thynge:
Whych when the afflicted shall heare, they shall make reioyceynge.
Se that wyth me you magnifie, the Lord that is aboue:
Let vs prayse hys name togither, as reasone doeth vs moue.
I sought the Lorde diligently, & he heard my requeste:
And from al feare that I was in, he hath set me at reste.
Men shall loke backe to hym & shall renne to hys companie:
Theyr faces shal not blushe for he wyll none of them denie.
The Lord hearde this afflicted man when he dyd on him crye:
And then he dyd preserue and kepe hym frō hys miserye.
The angell of the Lorde doeth pytch hys tentes about them all:
That ieare the Lorde and doeth set cleare, such men as erste were thrall.
Taste and see that the Lorde is good, and full of all mercie:
The man is blessed that doeth truste in hym vnfaynedly.
O ye saynctes of the Lorde feare him, and do hym reuerence:
For to such as feare hym ther is no nede nor indigence.
The yonge lions, and fierse tyrannes, suffer honger and nede:
But such as seke the Lorde shall haue, good thynges plentie in dede.
Drawe nere my sonnes, drawe nere I saye and geue to me good eare:
Come vnto me, I saye, for I wyll teach you the Lordes feare.
Whoe so thou be that doeste desyre to lyue and good dayes see:
Loke that in thy tonge and thy lyppes, none ylle or disceyte be.
Flee from yll and do that good is, where of commeth no blame:
Seke thou for peace diligently, & then ensue the same.
Upon the iuste man the lordes eies are ful fyxed and bent:
And hys eares to the prayars of such as be innocent.
But his sterne lokes are bent on thē, that do worcke wyckedly:
That out of the arth he maye cutte theyr fame and memorie,
The iuste men crye, and the Lorde doeth heare and graunt theyr prayer:
And out of all theyr myseries he doeth them deliuer.
The Lord is styll redie at hande with them that do repent:
And kepeth them, whose spirite is to repentaunce styll bent:
Many yuelles & misfortunes do the ryghteouse man befall:
But the Lorde doeth delyuer him, and ryd hym of them all.
And all the bones of his bodye the Lord kepeth certayne:
So that not one emonge them al can be broken in twayne.
But yll chaunce and mysfortune shall destroye the vngodly:
And suche as hate the iuste, shalbe destroyed vtterly.
And the Lorde shall redeme the lyfe of hys true seruauntes all:
And of them that do trust in hym none shall peryshe or fall.