Psalms 128:1-150:6 Blessed are all they that feare the LORDE, & walke in his wayes.

Coverdale⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Blessed are all they that feare the LORDE, & walke in his wayes. ² For thou shalt eate the laboures of thine owne hondes: o well is the, happie art thou. ³ Thy wife shalbe as a frutefull vyne vpon the walles of thy house. ⁴ Thy children like the olyue braunches roude aboute yi table. ⁵ Lo, thus shal ye ma be blessed, yt feareth the LORDE. ⁶ The LORDE shal so blesse the out of Sion, that thou shalt se Ierusale in prosperite all thy life longe. Yee that thou shalt se thy childers childre, & peace vpo Israel. ¹²⁹ ¹ Many a tyme haue they fought agaynst me fro my youth vp (maye Israel now saie). ² Yee many a tyme haue they fought agaist me fro my youth vp, but they haue not ouercome me. ³ The plowers plowed vpo my backe, & made loge forowes. ⁴ But the rightous LORDE hath hewen ye yocke of ye vngodly in peces. ⁵ Let them be confounded & turned backwarde, as many as haue euell will at Sion. ⁶ Let the be eue as the haye vpon the house toppes, which wythereth afore it be pluckte vp. ⁷ Wherof the mower fylleth not his hande, nether he that byndeth vp the sheaues, his bosome. ⁸ So that they which go by, saye not so moch as: the LORDE prospere you, we wish you good lucke in the name of the LORDE. ¹³⁰ ¹ Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce. ² Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte. ³ Yf thou (LORDE) wilt be extreme to marcke what is done amysse, Oh LORDE, who maye abyde it? ⁴ But there is mercy with the, that thou mayest be feared. ⁵ I loke for the LORDE, my soule doth wayte for him, and in his worde is my trust. ⁶ My soule doth paciently abyde the LORDE, fro the one mornynge to the other. ⁷ Let Israel trust in the LORDE, for with the LORDE there is mercy and plenteous redempcion. ⁸ And he shal redeme Israel from all his synnes. ¹³¹ ¹ Lorde, I am not hye mynded, I haue no proude lokes. ² I do not exercise myself in greate matters, which are to hye for me. ³ But I refrayne my soule and kepe it lowe, like as a childe yt is weened from his mother, yee my soule is euen as a weened childe. Let Israel trust in the LORDE, fro this tyme forth for euermore. ¹³² ¹ Lorde, remembre Dauid and all his trouble. ² How he swore vnto ye LORDE, & vowed a vowe vnto ye mightie one of Iacob: ³ I wil not come within the tabernacle of my house, ner clymme vp i to my bedde. ⁴ I wil not suffre myne eyes to slepe, ner myne eye lyddes to slober. ⁵ Vntill I fynde out a place for the LORDE, an habitacio for the mightie one of Iacob. ⁶ Lo, we herde of the same at Ephrata, & foude it in ye wod. ⁷ We wil go into his tabernacle, & fall downe before his fotestole. ⁸ Arise (o LORDE) in to thy restinge place, thou & ye arke of yi stregth. ⁹ Let thy prestes be clothed with rightuousnesse, and let thy sayntes reioyse. ¹⁰ For thy seruaunte Dauids sake turne not awaye the presence of thine anoynted. ¹¹ The LORDE hath made a faithfull ooth vnto Dauid, & he shal not shrenke from it: ¹² Of the frute of thy body shal I set vpon thy seate. ¹³ Yf thy children wil kepe my couenaunt, & my testimony yt I shal lerne the, their childre also shal syt vpo thy seate for euermore. ¹⁴ For the LORDE hath chosen Sio, to be an habitacio for him self hath he chosen her. ¹⁵ This shalbe my rest, here wil I dwel, for I haue a delite therin. ¹⁶ I will blesse hir vytales wt increase, & wil satisfie hir poore with bred. ¹⁷ I wil decke hir prestes with health, & hir sayntes shal reioyse & be glad. ¹⁸ There shall I make the horne of Dauid to florish, I haue ordened a lanterne for myne anoynted. As for his enemies, I shal clothe the wt shame, but vpon himself shal his crowne florish. ¹³³ ¹ Beholde, how good & ioyfull a thinge it is, brethre to dwell together in vnite. It is like yt precious oyntment vpon the heade, that ranne downe vnto the beerd, eue vnto Aarons beerd, & wete downe to the skyrtes of his clothinge. ² Like the dewe of Hermon, which fell vpon the hill of Sion. ³ For there the LORDE promised his blessynge, and life for euermore. ¹³⁴ ¹ Beholde, O prayse the LORDE all ye seruauntes of the LORDE, ye that by night stode in the house of the LORDE. ² O lift vp youre handes in the Sanctuary, and prayse the LORDE. ³ The LORDE yt made heauen & earth, blesse the out of Sion. ¹³⁵ ¹ O prayse ye name of ye LORDE, praise it o ye seruautes of ye LORDE. ² Ye yt stode iu ye house of ye LORDE, in the courtes of the house of oure God. ³ O prayse the LORDE, for the LORDE is gracious: o synge prayses vnto his name, for it is louely. ⁴ For why, the LORDE hath chosen Iacob vnto him self, & Israel for his owne possessio. ⁵ For I knowe yt ye LORDE is greate. & yt or LORDE is aboue all goddes. ⁶ What so euer ye LORDE pleaseth, yt doth he in heaue & in earth, in the see & in all depe places. ⁷ He bryngeth forth the cloudes from the endes of the worlde, he turneth ye lighteniges vnto rayne, bringige the wyndes out of their treasuries. ⁸ Which smote the firstborne of Egipte, both of man and beest. ⁹ He hath sent tokens and wonders in to the myddest of the (o thou londe of Egipte) vpon Pharao and all his seruauntes. ¹⁰ Which smote dyuerse nacions, & slewe mightie kynges. ¹¹ Sihon kynge of ye Amorites, Og the kynge of Basan, and all the kyngdomes of Canaa. ¹² And gaue their lode for an heretage, for an heretage vnto Israel his people. ¹³ Thy name (o LORDE) endureth for euer, so doth thy memoriall (o LORDE) from one generacion to another. ¹⁴ For the LORDE wil auege his people, & be gracious vnto his seruautes. ¹⁵ As for the ymages of the Heithe, they are but syluer and golde, the worke of mens hades. ¹⁶ They haue mouthes, & speake not: eyes haue they, but they se not. ¹⁷ They haue eares, and yet they heare not, nether is there eny breth i their mouthes. ¹⁸ They that make them, are like vnto them, & so are all they that put their trust in the. ¹⁹ Prayse the LORDE ye house of Israel, prayse the LORDE ye house of Aaron. ²⁰ Prayse the LORDE ye house of Leui, ye that feare ye LORDE, prayse the LORDE. ²¹ Praysed be the LORDE out of Sion, which dwelleth at Ierusale. Halleluya. ¹³⁶ ¹ O geue thankes vnto the LORDE, for he is gracious, and his mercy endureth for euer. ² O geue thakes vnto the God of all goddes, for his mercy endureth for euer. ³ O thanke the LORDE of all lordes, for his mercy endureth for euer. ⁴ Which only doth greate wonders, for his mercy endureth for euer. ⁵ Which by his wysdome made the heauens, for his mercy endureth for euer. ⁶ Which layed out the earth aboue the waters, for his mercy endureth for euer. ⁷ Which hath made greate lightes, for his mercy endureth for euer. ⁸ The Sonne to rule the daye, for his mercy endureth for euer. ⁹ The Moone and the starres to gouerne the night, for his mercy endureth for euer. ¹⁰ Which smote Egipte with their firstborne, for his mercy endureth for euer. ¹¹ And brought out Israel from amonge them, for his mercy endureth for euer. ¹² With a mightie hade and a stretched out arme, for his mercy endureth for euer. ¹³ Which deuyded the reed see in to partes, for his mercy endureth for euer. ¹⁴ And made Israel to go thorow ye myddest of it, for his mercy endureth for euer ¹⁵ But as for Pharao and his hoost, he ouerthrewe them in the reed see, for his mercy endureth for euer. ¹⁶ Which led his people thorow the wyldernesse, for his mercy endureth for euer. ¹⁷ Which smote greate kynges, for his mercy endureth for euer. ¹⁸ Yee and slewe mightie kynges, for his mercy endureth for euer. ¹⁹ Sihon kynge of the Amorites, for his mercy endureth for euer. ²⁰ And Og the kynge of Basan, for his mercy endureth for euer. ²¹ And gaue a waye their londe for an heretage, for his mercy endureth for euer. ²² Euen for an heretage vnto Israel his seruaunt, for his mercy endureth for euer. ²³ Which remebreth vs, whe we are in trouble, for his mercy endureth for euer. ²⁴ Which geueth foode vnto all flesh, for his mercy endureth for euer. ²⁵ O geue thankes vnto the God of heauen, for his mercy endureth for euer. ²⁶ (Omitted Text) ¹³⁷ ¹ By the waters of Babilon we sat downe and wepte, when we remebred Sion. ² As for oure harpes, we hanged them vp vpon the trees, that are therin. ³ The, they that led vs awaye captyue, requyred of vs a songe and melody in or heuynes: synge vs one of the songes of Sion. ⁴ How shal we synge the LORDES songe in a strauge lode? ⁵ Yf I forget the (o Ierusalem) let my right hande be forgotten. ⁶ Yf I do not remembre the, let my tonge cleue to the rofe of my mouth: yee yf I preferre not Ierusalem in my myrth. ⁷ Remembre the childre of Edom (o LORDE) in the daye of Ierusalem, how they sayde: downe with it, downe with it, eue to the grounde. ⁸ O doughter Babilo, thou shalt come to misery thy self: yee happie shal he be, that rewardeth ye as thou hast serued vs. ⁹ Blessed shal he be, that taketh thy children, and throweth them agaynst the stones ¹³⁸ ¹ I wil geue thakes vnto the (o LORDE) with my whole hert, euen before the goddes wil I synge prayses vnto the. ² I wil worshippe towarde thy holy teple, and prayse thy name because of thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth, for thou hast magnified thy worde, acordynge vnto thy greate name. ³ When I call vpo the, thou hearest me, and endewest my soule with moch stregth. ⁴ All the kynges of the earth shal prayse the (o LORDE) when they heare the wordes of thy mouth. ⁵ Yee they shal synge in the wayes of the LORDE, that greate is the glory of the LORDE. ⁶ For though the LORDE be hye, yet hath he respecte vnto ye lowly: as for ye proude, he beholdeth him afarre off. ⁷ Though I walke i ye myddest of trouble, yet shalt thou refresh me: thou shalt stretch forth thine hade vpo the furiousnes of myne enemies, & yi righthande shal saue me. ⁸ The LORDE shal make good for me, yee thy mercy (o LORDE) endureth for euer: despyse not then the worke of thine owne handes. ¹³⁹ ¹ O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Thou knowest my downe syttinge & my vprisynge, thou vnderstodest my thoughtes a farre of. ² Thou art aboute my path & aboute my bedd, & spyest out all my wayes. ³ For lo, there is not a worde i my toge, but thou (o LORDE) knowest it alltogether. ⁴ Thou hast fashioned me behinde & before, & layed thine hode vpon me. ⁵ Soch knowlege is to wonderfull & excellet for me, I can not atteyne vnto it. ⁶ Whither shal I go then from thy sprete? Or, whither shal I fle from thy presence? ⁷ Yf I clymme vp in to heauen, thou art there: yf I go downe to hell, thou art there also. ⁸ Yf I take the wynges of the mornynge, & remayne in the vttemost parte of the see: ⁹ Euen there also shal thy honde lede me, and thy right hande shal holde me. ¹⁰ Yf I saye: peradueture the darcknesse shal couer me, then shal my night be turned to daye. ¹¹ Yee the darcknesse is no darcknesse with the, but the night is as cleare as the daye, the darcknesse & light are both alike. ¹² For my reynes are thyne, thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe. ¹³ I wil geue thakes vnto the, for I am woderously made: maruelous are thy workes, and that my soule knoweth right well. ¹⁴ My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneth in the earth. ¹⁵ Thine eyes se myne vnparfitnesse, they stonde all writte i thy boke: ¹⁶ my dayes were fashioned, when as yet there was not one of them ¹⁷ How deare are yi coucels vnto me o God? O how greate is the summe of them? ¹⁸ Yf I tell them, they are mo in nombre then the sonde: when I wake vp, I am present with the. ¹⁹ Wilt thou not slaye ye wicked (oh God) that the bloudethyrstie mighte departe fro me? ²⁰ For they speake vnright of the, thine enemies exalte them selues presumptuously. ²¹ I hate them (o LORDE) that hate the, & I maye not awaye with those that ryse vp agaynst the? ²² Yee I hate them right sore, therfore are they myne enemies. ²³ Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes. ²⁴ Loke well, yf there be eny waye of wickednesse in me, & lede me in the waye euerlastinge. ¹⁴⁰ ¹ Delyuer me (o LORDE) from the euell men, oh preserue me from the wicked men. ² Which ymagin myschefe in their hertes, & stere vp strife all the daye longe. ³ They sharpen their tonges like a serpent, Adders poyson is vnder their lippes. ⁴ Sela. Kepe me (o LORDE) from the hande of the vngodly, preserue me from the wicked men, which are purposed to ouerthrowe my goinges. ⁵ The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye. ⁶ Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE. ⁷ O LORDE God, thou strength of my health, thou hast couered my heade in ye daye of battayll. ⁸ Let not ye vngodly haue his desyre (o LORDE) let him not haue his purpose, lest they be to proude. ⁹ Sela. Let the myschefe of their owne lippes fall vpon ye head of the, yt copase me aboute. ¹⁰ Let hote burnynge coales fall vpo the, let the be cast in to the fyre, and in to the pytt, that they neuer ryse vp agayne. ¹¹ A man full of wordes shal not prospere vpon earth: a malicious & wicked person shal be hunted awaye and destroyed. ¹² Sure I am, that the LORDE wil auenge the poore, and manteyne the cause of the helplesse. ¹³ The rightuous also shal geue thakes vnto thy name, & the iust shal continue in thy sight. ¹⁴¹ ¹ Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the. ² Let my prayer be set forth in thy sight as the incese, and let the liftinge vp of my hades be an euenynge sacrifice. ³ Set a watch (o LORDE) before my mouth, yee a watch at the dore of my lippes. ⁴ O let not myne hert be enclyned to eny euell thige, to be mynded as the vngodly or wicked men, lest I eate of soch thinges as please the ⁵ Let the rightuous (rather) smyte me frendly, and reproue me: ⁶ so wil I take it, as though he had poured oyle vpo my heade: it shal not hurte my heade, yee I wil praye yet for their wickednesse. ⁷ Their iudges stoble at the stone, yet heare they my wordes, yt they be ioyfull. ⁸ Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde. ⁹ But myne eyes loke vnto ye, o LORDE God: in the is my trust, oh cast not out my soule. ¹⁰ Kepe me fro ye snare which they haue layed for me, and fro the trappes of the wicked doers. Let the vngodly fall in to their owne nettes together, vntill I be gone by them. ¹⁴² ¹ I crie vnto the LORDE with my voyce, yee eue vnto the LORDE do I make my supplicacion. I poure out my complaynte before him, and shewe him of my trouble. ² When my sprete is in heuynesse, for thou knowest my path: in the waye where in I walke, haue they preuely layed a snare for me. ³ I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule. ⁴ Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge. ⁵ Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe. ⁶ Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me: ⁷ Brynge my soule out of preson, that I maye geue thakes vnto thy name: which thinge yf thou wilt graute me, then shal the rightuous resorte vnto my copany. ¹⁴³ ¹ Heare my prayer (o LORDE) considre my desyre: answere me for thy treuth & rightuousnesse sake. ² And entre not in to iudgment with thy seruaunt, for in thy sight shal no man lyuynge be iustified. ³ For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde. ⁴ Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate. ⁵ Yet do I remebre the tymes past, I muse vpo all yi workes, yee I exercise my self in the workes of thy hondes. ⁶ I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe. ⁷ Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue. ⁸ Oh let me heare thy louynge kyndnesse by tymes in the mornynge, for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shulde walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the. ⁹ Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the. ¹⁰ Teach me to do the thinge that pleaseth the, for thou art my God: let thy louynge sprete lede me forth vnto the londe of rightuousnesse. ¹¹ Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble. ¹² And of thy goodnesse scater myne enemies abrode, and destroye all them that vexe my soule, for I am thy seruaunt. ¹⁴⁴ ¹ Blessed be the LORDE my refuge, which teacheth my hades to warre, & my fyngers to fight. ² My hope and my castell, my defence and my delyuerer, my shylde in whom I trust, which gouerneth the people that is vnder me. ³ LORDE, what is ma, that thou hast soch respecte vnto him? Or the sonne of man, that thou so regardest him? ⁴ Man is like a thinge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye like a shadowe. ⁵ Bowe thy heaues (o LORDE) & come downe, touch the mountaynes, yt they maye smoke withall. ⁶ Sende forth the lightenynge & scater the, shute out thine arowes and consume them. ⁷ Sende downe thine hande from aboue, delyuer me and take me out of ye greate waters, from the hande of straunge childre. ⁸ Whose mouth talketh of vanite, & their right hade is a righthande of falsede. ⁹ That I maye synge a new songe vnto the (o God) & synge prayses vnto the vpon a tenstrynged lute, ¹⁰ Thou that geuest victory vnto kynges, and hast delyuered Dauid thy seruaunt from the parell of the swerde. ¹¹ Saue me and delyuer me from the honde of straunge childre, whose mouth talketh of vanite, and their right hande is a right hande of falsede. ¹² That or sonnes maye growe vp as the yoge plantes, and that oure doughters maye be as the polished corners of the temple. ¹³ That or garners maye be full and plenteous with all maner of stoare: that or shepe maye brynge forth thousandes and hundreth thousands in oure villages. ¹⁴ That oure oxen maye be stronge to laboure, that there be no myschaunce, no decaye, and no complayninge in oure stretes. ¹⁵ Happie are the people that be in soch a case: yee blessed are the people, which haue the LORDE for their God. ¹⁴⁵ ¹ I wil magnifie the (o my God & kynge) I wil prayse yi name for euer & euer. ² Euery daye wil I geue thankes vnto the, and prayse yi name for euer and euer. ³ Greate is the LORDE, & maruelous worthy to be praysed, there is no ende of his greatnesse. ⁴ One generacion shal prayse thy workes vnto another, and declare thy power. ⁵ As for me I wil be talkige of thy worshipe, thy glory, thy prayse and woderous workes. ⁶ So that men shal speake of the might of thy maruelous actes, and tell of yi greatnes. ⁷ The memoriall of yi abundaunt kyndnes shalbe shewed, and me shal synge of thy righteousnesse. ⁸ The LORDE is gracious and mercifull, longe sufferynge & of greate goodnesse. ⁹ The LORDE is louynge vnto euery man, and his mercy is ouer all his workes. ¹⁰ All thy workes prayse the (o LORDE) and thy sayntes geue thankes vnto the. ¹¹ They shewe the glory of thy kyngdome, and talke of yi power. ¹² That yi power, thy glory & mightynesse of thy kyngdome might be knowne vnto men. ¹³ Thy kyngdome is an euerlastinge kyngdome, & thy dominion endureth thorow out all ages. ¹⁴ The LORDE vpholdeth all soch as shulde fall, and lifteth vp all those that be downe. ¹⁵ The eyes of all wayte vpon the, and thou geuest them their meate in due season. ¹⁶ Thou openest thine hade, and fyllest all thinges lyuynge with plenteousnesse. ¹⁷ The LORDE is righteous in all his wayes, & holy in all his workes. ¹⁸ The LORDE is nye vnto all them that call vpon him, yee all soch as call vpon him faithfully. ¹⁹ He fulfilleth the desyre of them that feare him, he heareth their crie, and helpeth them. ²⁰ The LORDE preserueth all them that loue him, but scatereth abrode all the vngodly. ²¹ My mouth shal speake the prayse of the LORDE, And let all flesh geue thankes vnto his holy name for euer and euer. Halleluya. ¹⁴⁶ ¹ Prayse the LORDE (o my soule:) whyle I lyue wil I prayse the LORDE, yee as loge as I haue eny beynge, I wil synge prayses vnto my God. ² O put not yor trust in prynces, ner in the childe of man, for there is no helpe in the. ³ For when ye breth of man goeth forth, he shal turne agayne to his earth, and so all his thoughtes perishe. ⁴ Blessed is he that hath ye God of Iacob for his helpe, and whose hope is in the LORDE his God. ⁵ Which made heauen and earth, ye see and all that therin is, which kepeth his promise for euer ⁶ Which helpeth them to right yt suffre wronge, which fedeth ye hongrie. ⁷ The LORDE lowseth men out of preson, the LORDE geueth sight to the blynde. ⁸ The LORDE helpeth the vp that are fallen, the LORDE loueth the righteous. ⁹ The LORDE careth for the straungers, he defendeth ye fatherlesse and wyddowe: as for the waye of ye vngodly, he turneth it vpsyde downe. ¹⁰ The LORDE thy God (o Sion) is kynge for euermore, and thorow out all generacions. Halleluya. ¹⁴⁷ ¹ O prayse the LORDE, for it is a good thinge to synge prayses vnto or God: yee a ioyfull and pleasaunt thinge is it to be thankfull. ² The LORDE shal buylde vp Ierusale, & gather together ye outcastes of Israel. ³ He healeth the contrite in herte, and byndeth vp their woundes. ⁴ He telleth the nombre of the starres, and calleth them all by their names. ⁵ Greate is or LORDE, and greate is his power, yee his wy?dome is infinite. ⁶ The LORDE setteth vp ye meke, & bryngeth ye vngodly downe to ye groude ⁷ O synge vnto ye LORDE wt thankesgeuynge, synge prayses vpo ye harpe vnto or God. ⁸ Which couereth ye heauen wt cloudes, prepareth rayne for ye earth, & maketh ye grasse to growe vpon the mountaynes. ⁹ Which geueth foder vnto ye catell, & fedeth ye yonge rauens yt call vpo him. ¹⁰ He hath no pleasure in the strength of an horse, nether delyteth he in eny mas legges. ¹¹ But the LORDES delyte is in them that feare him, and put their trust in his mercy. ¹² Prayse ye LORDE o Ierusale, prayse yi God o Sion. ¹³ For he maketh fast ye barres of yi gates, & blesseth yi childre within ye. ¹⁴ He maketh peace in yi borders, & fylleth ye with ye flor of wheate. ¹⁵ He sendeth forth his comaundemet vpo earth, his worde runeth swiftly. ¹⁶ He geueth snowe like woll, & scatereth ye horefrost like ashes. ¹⁷ He casteth forth his yse like morsels, who is able to abyde his frost? ¹⁸ He sendeth out his worde and melteth them, he bloweth wt his wynde, & the waters flowe. ¹⁹ He sheweth his worde vnto Iacob, his statutes & ordinaunces vnto Israel. ²⁰ He hath not dealte so wt all the Heithen, nether haue they knowlege of his lawes. Halleluya. ¹⁴⁸ ¹ O prayse the LORDE of heauen, prayse him in the heyth. ² Prayse him all ye angels of his, prayse hi all his hoost. ³ Prayse him Sonne & Moone, prayse him all ye starres & light. ⁴ Prayse him all ye heauens, & ye waters yt be vnder the heauens. ⁵ Let them prayse the name of the LORDE, for he comaunded, & they were made. ⁶ He hath made the fast for euer and euer, he hath geue them a lawe which shal not be broke. ⁷ Prayse the LORDE vpon earth, ye whalfishes and all depes. ⁸ Fyre and hayle, snowe & vapors wynde and storme, fulfillynge his worde. ⁹ Mountaynes and all hilles, frutefull trees & all Ceders. ¹⁰ Beastes and all catell, wormes & fethered foules. ¹¹ Kynges of the earth & all people, princes & all iudges of ye worlde. ¹² Yonge men & maydes, olde men and children. ¹³ Let them prayse the name of the LORDE, for his name only is excellent, and his prayse aboue heauen and earth. ¹⁴ He exalteth the horne of his people, all his sayntes shal prayse him, the children of Israel, euen the people that serueth him. Halleluya. ¹⁴⁹ ¹ Halleluya. O synge vnto ye LORDE a new songe, let the cogregacion of sayntes prayse him. ² Let Israel reioyse in him that made him, and let the children of Sion be ioyfull in their kynge. ³ Let them prayse his name in the dauce, let them synge prayses vnto him with tabrettes and harpes. ⁴ For the LORDE hath pleasure in his people, and helpeth the mekeharted. ⁵ Let the sayntes be ioyfull with glory, let them reioyse in their beddes. ⁶ Let the prayses of God be in their mouth, and sharpe swerdes in their handes. ⁷ To be auenged of the Heithe, & to rebuke the people. ⁸ To bynde their kynges in cheynes, & their nobles with lynckes of yron. ⁹ That they maye be auenged of them, as it is written, Soch honoure haue all his sayntes. Halleluya. ¹⁵⁰ ¹ Halleluya. O prayse the LORDE in his Sanctuary, prayse him in the firmament of his power. ² Prayse him in his noble actes, prayse him in his excellet greatnesse. ³ Prayse him in the sounde of the trompet, prayse him vpo the lute and harpe. ⁴ Prayse him in the cymbals and daunse, prayse him vpon the strynges and pype. ⁵ Prayse him vpo the welltuned cymbals, prayse him vpon the loude cymbals. ⁶ Let euery thinge yt hath breth, prayse the LORDE. Halleluya.