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Psalme. XVII.
The Argument.
That fayth myght standIn vpper hand
the iust man prayth full fayne
And museth in part
That iust in hart
thus should be vext in payne.
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Heare thou the right: O Lord my might,consider my complaynt:
My lippes be streight: and hate deceight,
geue eare to my constraynt.
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Geue thou assent: to myne entent,in hand my right to take:
Let thy good eye: my cause discrye,
for thee my iudge I make.
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My hart thou tridst: by nyght thou spidst,thou scorndst me nye in deed:
Thou foundst not yet: my fault so great,
my thought to mouth agreed.
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Mens workes ful nought: by them so wroughtagaynst thy worde and wyll:
Made me to marke: theyr wayes most darke,
thy lawes who do but spill.
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O stay my feete: of lyfe most meete,thy worde to holde the path:
Least wrong I walke: thy truth to balke,
to slip in thy great wrath.
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O God of all: on thee I call,for thou my sute wylt heare:
Enclyne to mee: thy face so free,
my wordes in hearyng beare.
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Thy mercies great: extend thou yet,saue them whych trust in thee:
From such as stand: agaynst thy hand,
and vayne resisters bee.
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As ball of eye: O tenderly,kepe me my Lord and kyng:
And shadow me: so close to be,
hyd vnder thy good wyng.
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Defend me quyte: from all the spyte,of them that me molest:
My foes I see: round compasse me,
my soule to haue opprest.
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So fat and fed: they iet so reddein wealth they stand full hye:
Proud speeche to seeke: euen what they leeke,
they walke disdaynfully.
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In wayes they wayte: to note our gate,so set on euery side:
They bend theyr eyes: as crafty spies
on ground to cast vs wyde.
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Lyke Lyon slye: they priuy lye,which greedy seekth his pray:
As close it were: fierce wolfe or beare,
or Lyons whelpe they lay.
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For thy renowne: ryse, cast hym downe,destroy hys spyte O God:
My soule O saue: from wycked slaue,
who is thy sword and rod.
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From men so fond: that be thy hond,O Lord from worldly beast:
Who make good chere: thou filst them here,
they leaue theyr babes the rest.
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And I shall bold: thy face beholde,in righteousnes so bryght:
I shall in deede: be satisfide,
thy glory brought to lyght.
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