Psalms 18:1-30:12 I wil loue the (o LORDE) my stregth. The LORDE is my sucor, my refuge, my Sauior: my god, my helper i who I trust: my buckler, ye horne of my health, & my proteccio.

Coverdale⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ I wil loue the (o LORDE) my stregth. The LORDE is my sucor, my refuge, my Sauior: my god, my helper i who I trust: my buckler, ye horne of my health, & my proteccio. ² I wil prayse ye LORDE & call vpon him, so shal I be safe fro myne enemies. ³ The sorowes of death copassed me, & the brokes of vngodlynes made me afrayed. ⁴ The paynes of hell came aboute me, the snares of death toke holde vpo me. ⁵ Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God. ⁶ So he herde my voyce out off his holy teple, & my coplaynte came before hi, yee eue into his eares. ⁷ The the earth trembled & quaked, the very foudacios of the hilles shoke & were remoued, because he was wrothe. ⁸ There wete a smoke out of his nostrels, ad a cosumynge fyre out of his mouth, so yt coales were kyndled at it. ⁹ He bowed the heaues & came downe, & it was darcke vnder his fete. ¹⁰ He rode vpo the Cherubins & dyd fle: he came flyenge with the wynges of the wynde. ¹¹ He made darcknesse his pauylion rounde aboute hi, with darcke water & thicke cloudes to couer him. ¹² At the brightnes off his presence the cloudes remoued, with hale stones & coales of fyre. ¹³ The LORDE also thondred out of ye heaue, & the heyth gaue his thondre wt hale stones & coales of fyre. ¹⁴ He sent out his arowes & scatred the, he cast sore lighteninges, & destroyed the. ¹⁵ The springes of waters were sene, & the foundacios of the roude worlde were discouered at yi chiding (o LORDE) at the blastinge & breth of thy displeasure. ¹⁶ He sent downe fro the heyth to fetch me, & toke me out of greate waters. ¹⁷ He delyuered me fro my stronge enemies, and fro my foes which were to mightie for me. ¹⁸ They preuented me in the tyme of my trouble, but ye LORDE was my defence. ¹⁹ He brought me forth also into lyberte: & delyuered me, because he had a fauor vnto me. ²⁰ The LORDE shall rewarde me after my rightuous dealynge, & acordinge to the clenesse of my hodes shal he recopense me. ²¹ For I haue kepte the wayes of the LORDE, & haue not behaued myself wickedly agaynst my God. ²² I haue an eye vnto all his lawes, & cast not out his commaundemetes fro me. ²³ Vncorrupte will I be before hi, & wil eschue myne owne wickednes. ²⁴ Therfore shal ye LORDE rewarde me after my rightuous dealinge, & acordinge vnto ye clenesse of my hodes in his eye sight. ²⁵ With the holy thou shalt be holy, & wt ye innocet thou shalt be innocet. ²⁶ With the clene thou shalt be clene & with the frowarde thou shalt be frowarde. ²⁷ For thou shalt saue the poore oppressed, & brige downe the hye lokes of the proude. ²⁸ Thou lightest my cadle, o LORDE my God: thou makest my darcknesse to be light. ²⁹ For in the I can discofit an hoost of me: yee in my God I ca leape ouer the wall. ³⁰ The waye of God is a perfecte waye: the wordes of the LORDE are tried in the fyre: he is a shylde of defence, for all them that trust in him. ³¹ For who is God, but the LORDE? Or, who hath eny strength, but oure God? ³² It is God that hath gyrded me with stregth and made my waye vncorrupte. ³³ He hath made my fete like hartes fete, and set me vp an hye. ³⁴ He teacheth myne hondes to fight, and maketh myne armes to breake euen a bowe off stele. ³⁵ Thou hast geue me the defence of thy health, thy right hande vpholdeth me, and thy louynge correccion maketh me greate. ³⁶ Thou hast made rowme ynough vnder me for to go, that my fote steppes shulde not slyde. ³⁷ I will folowe vpon myne enemies, and take them: I will not turne till they be discomfited. ³⁸ I will smyte them, they shall not be able to stonde, but fall vnder my fete. ³⁹ Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto ye batell, thou hast throwe them all downe vnder me, that rose vp agaynst me. ⁴⁰ Thou hast made myne enemies to turne their backes vpon me, thou hast destroyed the yt hated me. ⁴¹ They cried, but there was none to helpe the: yee euen vnto the LORDE, but he herde the not. ⁴² I will beate them as small as the dust before the wynde, I will cast them out as ye claye in the stretes. ⁴³ Thou shalt delyuer me from the stryuinges of the people, thou shalt make me the heade of the Heithe. ⁴⁴ A people whom I haue not knowne, shall serue me. ⁴⁵ As soone as they heare of me, they shall obeye me, but the straunge childre dyssemble with me. ⁴⁶ The straunge children are waxe olde, and go haltinge out of their pathes. ⁴⁷ The LORDE lyueth: ad blessed be my helper, praysed be the God of my health. ⁴⁸ Eue ye God which seyth that I be auenged, and subdueth the people vnto me. ⁴⁹ It is he that delyuereth me fro my cruell enemies: thou shalt lift me vp from them that ryse agaynst me, thou shalt ryd me from the wicked man. ⁵⁰ For this cause I wil geue thankes vnto ye (o LORDE) amonge the Gentiles, and synge prayses vnto thy name. Greate prosperite geueth he vnto his kynge, and sheweth louinge kyndnesse vnto Dauid his anoynted, yee & vnto his sede for euermore. ¹⁹ ¹ The very heaues declare the glory off God, ad the very firmamet sheweth his hadye worke. ² One daye telleth another, and one night certifieth another. ³ There is nether speach ner laguage, but their voyces are herde amoge the. ⁴ Their soude is gone out in to all londes, and their wordes in to the endes of the worlde. ⁵ In the hath he sett a tabernacle for ye Sone, which cometh forth as a brydegrome out of his chambre, & reioyseth as a giaunte to rune his course. ⁶ It goeth forth fro the one ende of the heauen, and runneth aboute vnto the same ende agayne, & there maye no ma hyde himself fro the heate therof. ⁷ The lawe of the LORDE is a perfecte lawe, it quickeneth the soule. The testimony of ye LORDE is true, & geueth wisdome euen vnto babes. ⁸ The statutes of the LORDE are right, & reioyse the herte: ye comaundemet of ye LORDE is pure, and geueth light vnto the eyes. ⁹ The feare of the LORDE is cleane, & endureth for euer: the iudgmentes of the LORDE are true and rigtuous alltogether. ¹⁰ More pleasunt are they then golde, yee then moch fyne golde: sweter then hony & the hony combe. ¹¹ These thy seruaunt kepeth, & for kepinge of them there is greate rewarde. ¹² Who can tell, how oft he offendeth? Oh clese thou me fro my secrete fautes. ¹³ Kepe thy seruaute also from presumptuous synnes, lest they get the dominion ouer me: so shal I be vndefyled & innocet fro the greate offence. ¹⁴ Yee the wordes of my mouth & the meditacio of my herte shalbe acceptable vnto the, o LORDE, my helper and my redemer. ²⁰ ¹ The LORDE heare the in the tyme off trouble, the name of the God of Iacob defende the. ² Sende the helpe fro the Sanctuary, & strength ye out of Sion ³ Remembre all thy offerynges, and accepte thy brent sacrifice. ⁴ Sela. Graunte the thy hertes desyre, & fulfill all thy mynde. ⁵ We will reioyse in thy health, & triuphe in ye name of the LORDE oure God: the LORDE perfourme all thy peticios. ⁶ Now knowe I, that the LORDE helpeth his anoynted, and will heare him fro his holy heauen: mightie is the helpe of his right hode. ⁷ Some put their trust in charettes, & some in horses: but we wil remebre ye name of the LORDE oure God. ⁸ They are brought downe and fallen, but we are rysen and stonde vp right. ⁹ Saue (LORDE) & helpe vs (o kynge) when we call vpon the. ²¹ ¹ Lorde, how ioyfull is the kynge in yi strength? O how exceadinge glad is he of thy sauynge health? ² Thou hast geuen him his hertes desyre, & hast not put him fro the request of his lippes. ³ Sela. For thou hast preueted him wt liberall blessinges, & set a crowne of golde vpon his heade. ⁴ He asked life of the, & thou gauest him a longe life, eue for euer & euer. ⁵ His honoure is greate in thy sauynge health, glory and greate worshipe shalt thou laye vpon him. ⁶ For thou shalt geue him euerlastige felicite, & make him glad wt the ioye of yi coutenauce. ⁷ And why? because the kinge putteth his trust in the LORDE, & in the mercy of the most hiest he shal not myscary. ⁸ Let all thine enemies fele thy honde, let thy right honde fynde out all the yt hate the. ⁹ Thou shalt make the like a fyre ouen in tyme of thy wrath: the LORDE shal destroye the in his displeasure, & the fyre shall consume them. ¹⁰ Their frute shalt thou rote out of the earth, & their sede fro amoge the childre of men. ¹¹ For they inteded myschefe agaynst the, & ymagined soch deuyces, as they were not able to perfourme. ¹² Therfore shalt thou put the to flight, & with thy stringes thou shalt make ready thine arowes agaynst the faces off them. ¹³ Be thou exalted (LORDE) in thine owne strength, so wil we synge and prayse thy power. ²² ¹ My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health. ² O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest. ³ Yet dwellest thou in the Sanctuary, o thou worshipe of Israel. ⁴ Oure fathers hoped in the, they trusted in the, ad thou dyddest delyuer them. ⁵ They callled vpon the, and were helped: they put their trust in the, and were not cofounded. ⁶ But as for me, I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of me and the outcast of the people. ⁷ All they yt se me, laugh me to scorne: they shute out their lippes, and shake their heades. ⁸ He trusted in God, let him delyuer him: let him helpe hi, yf he wil haue him. ⁹ But thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wobe: thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet vpon my mothers brestes. ¹⁰ I haue bene left vnto the euer sence I was borne, thou art my God, eue fro my mothers wombe. ¹¹ O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me. ¹² Greate bulles are come aboute me, fatt oxen close me in on euery syde. ¹³ They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as it were a rampinge and roaringe lyon. ¹⁴ I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe. ¹⁵ My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death. ¹⁶ For dogges are come aboute me, the coucell of ye wicked hath layed sege agaynst me. ¹⁷ They pearsed my hondes and my fete, I might haue tolde all my bones: as for them, they stode staringe and lokinge vpon me. ¹⁸ They haue parted my garmentes amonge them, ad cast lottes vpon my vesture. ¹⁹ But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me. ²⁰ Delyuer my soule from the swearde, my dearlinge from the power of the dogge. ²¹ Saue me from the lyons mouth, and heare me fro amonge the hornes off the vnicornes. ²² So will I declare thy name vnto my brethren, in the myddest off the congregacion will I prayse the. ²³ O prayse the LORDE ye that feare him: Magnifie him all ye sede of Iacob, & let all ye sede of Israel feare hi. ²⁴ For he hath not despysed ner abhorred the myserable estate of the poore: he hath not hyd his face fro me, but whe I called vnto him, he herde me. ²⁵ I wil prayse the in the greate congregacion, and perfourme my vowes in the sight off all the that feare the. ²⁶ The poore shal eate ad be satisfied: they yt seke after ye LORDE shal prayse him: youre herte shal lyue for euer. ²⁷ All the endes of the worlde shal remembre themselues, & be turned vnto the LORDE: and all the generacions of the Heithen shal worsh pe before him. ²⁸ For the kyngdome is the LORDES, and he shal be the gouernoure of ye Heithen. ²⁹ All soch as be fat vpo earth, shal eate also and worshipe: ³⁰ All they that lye in the dust, and lyue so hardly, shall fall downe before him. ³¹ The sede shall serue him, and preach of the LORDE for euer. They shal come, & declare his rightuousnes: vnto a people that shal be borne, who the LORDE hath made. ²³ ¹ The LORDE is my shepherde, I can wante nothinge. ² He fedeth me in a grene pasture, ad ledeth me to a fresh water. ³ He quickeneth my soule, & bringeth me forth in the waye of rightuousnes for his names sake. ⁴ Though I shulde walke now in the valley of the shadowe of death, yet I feare no euell, for thou art with me: thy staffe & thy shepehoke coforte me. ⁵ Thou preparest a table before me agaynst mine enemies: thou anoyntest my heade with oyle, & fyllest my cuppe full. ⁶ Oh let thy louynge kyndnes & mercy folowe me all the dayes off my life, that I maye dwell in the house off the LORDE for euer. ²⁴ ¹ The earth is the LORDES, & all that therin is: the copase of the worlde, ad all yt dwell therin. ² For he hath fouded it vpo the sees, & buylded it vpon the floudes. ³ Who shal go vp in to the hill off the LORDE? Or, who shal remayne in his holy place? ⁴ Eue he yt hath innocet hodes & a clene herte: which lifteth not vp his mynde vnto vanite, & sweareth not to disceaue. ⁵ He shal receaue the blessinge fro the LORDE, ad mercy fro God his sauioure. ⁶ This is ye generacio of the yt seke him, of the yt seke yi face, o Iacob. ⁷ Sela. Open yor gates (o ye prices) let the euerlastinge dores be opened, yt ye kynge of glory maye come in. ⁸ Who is this kynge of glory? It is the LORDE stroge and mightie, euen the LORDE mightie in batell. ⁹ Open youre gates (o ye prynces) let the euerlastinge dores be opened, yt the kynge off glory maye come in. ¹⁰ Who is this kynge off glory? It is the LORDE of hoostes, he is the kynge of glory. Sela. ²⁵ ¹ Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule. ² My God, I trust in ye: Oh let me not be confounded, lest myne enemies triuphe ouer me. ³ For all they yt hope in ye shal not be ashamed: but soch as be scornefull despysers wt out a cause. they shall be put to cofucio. ⁴ Shewe me thy wayes (o LORDE) & teach me thy pathes. ⁵ Lede me in yi trueth and lerne me, for thou art the God off my health, and in the is my hope all the daye longe. ⁶ Call to remembraunce, O LORDE, thy tender mercyes & thy louinge kyndnesses, which haue bene euer of olde. ⁷ Oh remebre not ye synnes & offences of my youth, but acordinge vnto thy mercy thynke vpon me (O LORDE) for thy goodnesse. ⁸ O how fredly & rightuous is the LORDE, therfore wil he teach synners in the waye. ⁹ He ledeth the symple a right, and soch as be meke the lerneth he his wayes. ¹⁰ All the wayes of the LORDE are very mercy & faithfulnesse, vnto soch as kepe his testament and couenaunt. ¹¹ For thy names sake, O LORDE, be mercifull vnto my synne, for it is greate. ¹² What so euer he be that feareth the LORDE, he shal shewe him the waye that he hath chosen. ¹³ His soule shall dwell at ease, and his sede shall possesse the londe. ¹⁴ The secrete of the LORDE is amonge them that feare him, and he sheweth them his couenaunt. ¹⁵ Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the LORDE, for he shal plucke my fete out of ye nett. ¹⁶ Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery. ¹⁷ The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles. ¹⁸ Loke vpon my aduersite and misery, and forgeue me all my synnes. ¹⁹ Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me. ²⁰ O kepe my soule, and delyuer me: let me not be confounded, for I haue put my trust in the. ²¹ Let innocency and rightuous dealinge wayte vpon me, for my hope is in the. ²² Delyuer Israel (O God) out of all his trouble. ²⁶ ¹ Be thou my iudge (O LORDE) for I walke innocently: my trust is in the LORDE, therfore shall I not fall. ² Examen me O LORDE, and proue me: trie out my reynes and my hert. ³ For thy louynge kyndnesse is before myne eyes, and I walke in thy trueth. ⁴ I syt not amoge vayne personnes, and haue no fellishepe with the disceatfull. ⁵ I hate the congregacion of the wicked, and I will not syt amonge the vngodly. ⁶ I wa?she my hondes with innocency O LORDE, and so go I to thine aulter. ⁷ That I maye shewe the voyce of thy prayse, and tell of all thy wonderous workes. ⁸ LORDE, I loue the habitacion of thy house, and ye place where thy honoure dwelleth. ⁹ O destroye not my soule with the synners, ner my life with the bloudthurstie. ¹⁰ In whose hondes is wickednesse, and their right honde is full of giftes. ¹¹ But as for me I will walke innocently: O delyuer me, and be mercifull vnto me. ¹² My fote stondeth right: I wil prayse the (O LORDE) in the congregacions. ²⁷ ¹ The LORDE is my light and my health: whom then shulde I feare? the LORDE is the strength of my life, for whom the shulde I be afrayed? ² Therfore when the wicked (euen myne enemies & my foes) came vpon me, to eate vp my flesh, they stombled and fell. ³ Though an hoost of men were layed agaynst me, yet shal not my hert be afrayed: and though there rose vp warre against me, yet wil I put my trust in him. ⁴ One thinge haue I desyred of the LORDE, which I wil requyre: namely, that I maye dwell in the house of the LORDE all the dayes of my life, to beholde the fayre beutie of the LORDE, and to vyset his temple. ⁵ For in the tyme of trouble he hath hyd me in his tabernacle, yee in the secrete place of his dwellinge hath he kepte and set me vp vpon a rocke of stone. ⁶ And now hath he lift vp my heade aboue myne enemies, that copassed me rounde aboute. ⁷ Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE. ⁸ Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me. ⁹ My hert speaketh vnto the, my face seketh the, yee LORDE, thy face wil I seke. O hyde not thou thy face fro me, cast not thy seruaunt of in displeasure. ¹⁰ Thou art my succoure, leaue me not, nether forsake me, O God my Sauioure. ¹¹ For my father and my mother haue forsaken me, but the LORDE hath taken me vp. Shewe me thy waye O LORDE, and lede me in the right path, because of myne enemies. ¹² Delyuer me not into the wylles of myne aduersaries, for there are false wytnesses rysen vp against me, and they ymagyn myschefe. ¹³ Neuerthelesse, I beleue verely to se the goodnesse of the LORDE in the londe of the lyuynge. ¹⁴ O tary thou ye LORDES leysure, be stronge, let thine hert be of good comforte, and wayte thou still for the LORDE. ²⁸ ¹ Unto the wil I crie, o my stronge defence: thinke no scorne of me, lest (yf thou make the as though thou herdest not) I become like them, that go downe into ye pytte. ² Heare the voyce of my humble peticion, when I crie vnto the, and holde vp my hondes towarde thy holy temple. ³ O plucke me not awaye amonge the vngodly and wicked doers, which speake frendly to their neghboure, but ymagin myschefe in their hertes. ⁴ Rewarde them acordinge to their dedes and wickednesse of their owne inuencions. ⁵ Recompense them after ye workes of their hodes, paye them that they haue deserued. ⁶ For they regarde not the workes of the LORDE, ner the operacion of his hades: therfore shal he breake them downe, and not buylde them vp. ⁷ Praysed be ye LORDE, for he hath herde the voyce of my humble peticio. ⁸ The LORDE is my stregth and my shylde: my herte hoped in him, & I am helped: therfore my hert dauseth for ioye, and I will synge prayses vnto him. ⁹ The LORDE is the strength of his people, he is the defender and Sauioure of his anoynted. O helpe thy people, geue thy blessynge vnto thy enheritaunce: fede them, and set them vp for euer. ²⁹ ¹ A scrybe vnto the LORDE (o ye mightie) ascribe vnto the LORDE worshipe and strength. ² Geue the LORDE the honoure of his name, bowe youre selues to the holy magesty of the LORDE ³ It is the LORDE that commaundeth the waters: It is the glorious God that maketh ye thonder: ⁴ it is the LORDE yt ruleth the see. ⁵ The voyce of the LORDE is mightie in operacion, the voyce of the LORDE is a glorious voyce ⁶ The voyce of the LORDE breaketh the Cedre trees: yee the LORDE breaketh the Ceders of Libanus. ⁷ He maketh them to skippe like a calfe: Libanus and Sirion like a yonge vnycorne. ⁸ The voyce of the LORDE deuideth the flames of fyre: the voyce of the LORDE shaketh the wildernesse, yee the LORDE shaketh the wildernesse of Cades. ⁹ The voyce of the LORDE moueth ye hyndes & discouereth the thicke bu?shes: in his temple shal euery man speake of his honoure. ¹⁰ The LORDE stilleth the water floude, & ye LORDE remayneth a kynge for euer. ¹¹ The LORDE shall geue power vnto his people, the LORDE shal geue his people the blessynge of peace. ³⁰ ¹ I wil magnifie ye (O LORDE) for thou hast set me vp, & not suffred my foes to triuphe ouer me. ² O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me. ³ Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte. ⁴ Synge prayses vnto the LORDE (o ye sayntes of his) geue thankes vnto him for a remembraunce of his holynesse. ⁵ For his wrath endureth but the twincklinge of an eye, and his pleasure is in life: heuynesse maye well endure for a night, but ioye commeth in the mornynge. ⁶ As for me, whe I was in prosperite, I sayde: Tush, I shal neuer fall more. (And why? thou LORDE of thy goodnesse haddest made my hill so stronge.) ⁷ But as soone as thou turnedest thy face fro me, I was brought in feare. ⁸ The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer. ⁹ What profit is there in my bloude, yf I go downe to corrupcion? ¹⁰ Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse? ¹¹ Hear (O LORDE) and haue mercy vpon me: LORDE be thou my helper. ¹² And so thou hast turned my heuynesse into ioye: thou hast put of my sack cloth, & gyrded me wt gladnesse. That my honor might synge prayses vnto the wt out ceassynge: O LORDE my God, I wil geue thankes vnto the for euer.