Psalms 141:1-150:6 Lorde, I call vpon the: haist the vnto me, and consider my voyce, whe I crie vnto the.

Coverdale⁽ⁱ⁾ 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.