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137
Eripe me.
Psalme. lix.
I.H.
Dauid being in great daunger of Saull, who sent to slaye him in his bed, prayeth vnto God, declareth his innocency, and theyr furye, desyryng god to destroye all those that synne of malityous wickednes. Whom thoughe he kepe aliue for a tyme to exercyse his people, yet in the ende he wyll consume them in his wrathe, that he maye be knowne to be the God of Iacob to the worldes ende, for thys he singeth prayses to God, assured of his mercyes.
Sende
ayde and saue me from my foes
O Lorde I pray to thee,
defende and kepe me from all those
that ryse and stryue with me
O Lorde preserue me from those men,
whose doings are not good,
and set me sure and saufe from them
that thursteth after bloud.
O Lorde I pray to thee,
defende and kepe me from all those
that ryse and stryue with me
O Lorde preserue me from those men,
whose doings are not good,
and set me sure and saufe from them
that thursteth after bloud.
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For loe they wayte my soule to take,
they rage agaynst me styll:
Yea, for no faulte that I did make,
I neuer did them ill.
They runne & do their selues prepare,
When I no whit offende:
Arise and saue me from theyr snare,
and see what they entend.
they rage agaynst me styll:
Yea, for no faulte that I did make,
I neuer did them ill.
They runne & do their selues prepare,
When I no whit offende:
Arise and saue me from theyr snare,
and see what they entend.
O Lorde of hostes of Israell,
arise vp and strike all landes:
And pittie none that doth rebell,
and in their mischife standes.
At night they stirre and seke aboute,
as houndes they houle and grenne:
And all the citie cleane throughoute,
from place to place they renne.
arise vp and strike all landes:
And pittie none that doth rebell,
and in their mischife standes.
At night they stirre and seke aboute,
as houndes they houle and grenne:
And all the citie cleane throughoute,
from place to place they renne.
They spake of me with mouth alway,
but in theyr lyppes weare swordes:
They greed my death, and then wold saye
What? none doth heare our wordes.
But Lord thou hast theyr waies espied
and laught therat a pace:
The Heathen folke thou shalt deride,
and mocke them to theyr face.
but in theyr lyppes weare swordes:
They greed my death, and then wold saye
What? none doth heare our wordes.
But Lord thou hast theyr waies espied
and laught therat a pace:
The Heathen folke thou shalt deride,
and mocke them to theyr face.
The strength that doth my foes withstād
O Lorde doth come of thee:
My God he is my healpe at hand,
a forte of fence to me.
The Lorde to me doeth shew his grace,
in greate abondaunce styll:
That I may see my foes in case.
suche as my hart doeth wyll.
O Lorde doth come of thee:
My God he is my healpe at hand,
a forte of fence to me.
The Lorde to me doeth shew his grace,
in greate abondaunce styll:
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suche as my hart doeth wyll.
Destroy them not at once O God,
lest it from minde doo fall:
But with thy strength driue them abrode
and so consume them all.
For theyr ill words and trutheles toung
confounde them in theyr pryde:
Theyr wicked othes with lies & wrong
let all the worlde deryde.
lest it from minde doo fall:
But with thy strength driue them abrode
and so consume them all.
For theyr ill words and trutheles toung
confounde them in theyr pryde:
Theyr wicked othes with lies & wrong
let all the worlde deryde.
Consume them in thy wrath O Lord,
that naughte of them remayne:
That men may know throught the worlde
Iacobs God doth raygne.
At euening retourne apace,
as dogges they grinne and crye.
Throughoute the stretes, in euery place
they renne aboute and spye.
that naughte of them remayne:
That men may know throught the worlde
Iacobs God doth raygne.
At euening retourne apace,
as dogges they grinne and crye.
Throughoute the stretes, in euery place
they renne aboute and spye.
They seke aboute for meate I saye,
but let them not be fed:
Nor fynde an house wherin they may,
be bolde to put theyr head.
But I will shew thy strength abrode,
thy goodnes I will prayse:
For thou arte my defence and God,
at nede in all assayes.
but let them not be fed:
Nor fynde an house wherin they may,
be bolde to put theyr head.
But I will shew thy strength abrode,
thy goodnes I will prayse:
For thou arte my defence and God,
at nede in all assayes.
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