Psalms 1:1-30:12 Blessed is the man that hath not walked in the councel of the vngodly, ner stonde in the waye of sinners, & hath not sytt in the seate of the scornefull.

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Blessed is the man that hath not walked in the councel of the vngodly, ner stonde in the waye of sinners, & hath not sytt in the seate of the scornefull. ² But hys delyte is in the lawe of the Lorde: and in his lawe will he exercise him selfe daye & night. ³ And he shalbe lyke a tre planted by the watersyde, that wyll brynge forth hys frute in due season. His leafe also shall not wither: & loke whatsoeuer he doth, it shall prospere. ⁴ As for the vngodly, is it not so wt them: but they are lyke the chafe which the wynde scatered awaye. ⁵ Therfore, the vngodly shall nott be able to stande in the iudgment, nether the synners in the congregacion of the ryghtewes. ⁶ But the Lorde knoweth the waye of the ryghtewes, and the waye of the vngodly shall peryshe. ² ¹ Why do the Heythen so furiouslye rage together? and why do the people ymagyne a vayne thynge? ² The kynges of the erth stande vp, and the rulers take councell together agaynst the Lorde, and agaynst hys anoynted. ³ Let vs breake theyr bondes asunder, and cast awaye theyr coardes from vs. ⁴ He that dwelleth in heauen shall laugh them to scorne: the Lorde shall haue them in derisyon. ⁵ Then shall he speake vnto them in hys wrath, and vexe them in hys sore displeasure. ⁶ Yet haue I set my kynge vpon my holy hyll of Syon. ⁷ I wyll preach the lawe, wherof the Lorde hath sayd vnto me: thou arte my sonne, thys daye haue I begotten the. ⁸ Desyre of me, and I shall geue the, the Heythen for thyne enheritaunce, & the vtmost partes of the erthe for thy possessyon. ⁹ Thou shalt bruse them with a rodd of yron, and breake them in peces lyke a potters vessell. ¹⁰ Be wyse nowe therfore, O ye kinges, be warned, ye that are iudges of the earth. ¹¹ Serue the Lorde in feare, and reioyse. with reuerence. ¹² Kysse the sonne, lest he be angrye, & so ye perysshe from the waye, yf his wrath be kyndled (yee but a lytle) blessed are all they that put theyr trust in hym. ³ ¹ A psalme of Dauid when he fledd from the face of Absalon hys sonne. Lord, howe are they increased, that trouble me? many are they, that ryse against me. ² Many one there be, that saye of my soule: there is no helpe for hym in God. Sela. ³ But thou O Lorde, arte my defender: thou arte my worshyppe, and the lyfter vp of my heed. ⁴ I did call vpon the Lorde with my voyce, and he hearde me out of hys holy hyll. Sela. ⁵ I layed me downe and slepte, and rose vp agayne, for the Lorde susteyned me. ⁶ I will not be afrayde for ten thousandes of the people, that haue set them selues agaynst me rounde about. ⁷ Up Lorde, & helpe me, O my God, for thou smyttest all myne enemyes vpon the cheke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the vngodly. ⁸ Saluacyon belongeth vnto the Lorde, and thy blessynge is vpon thy people. Selah. ⁴ ¹ To hym that excelleth in musick, a psalme of Dauid. Heare me, when I call, O God, of my ryghtewesnes: thou hast set me at lybertye, when I was in trouble: haue mercy vpon me, and herken vnto my prayer. ² O ye sonnes of men, howe longe wyll ye blaspheme myne honoure, & haue soch pleasure in vanyte, and seke after lesyng? Sela. ³ Knowe thys also, that the Lorde hathe chosen to hym selfe the man that is godlye: when I call vpon the Lorde, he wyll heare me. ⁴ Stonde in awe, and synne not: comen with youre awne herte, and in youre chamber, and be styll. Sela. ⁵ Offer the sacryfyce of ryghtewesnesse, and put youre trust in the Lorde. ⁶ There be many that saye: who wyll shewe vs any good? Lorde lyfte thou vp the lyght of thy countenaunce vpon vs. ⁷ Thou hast putt gladnesse in myne herte, sence the tyme that theyr corne & wyne increased. ⁸ I wyll laye me downe in peace, and take my rest: for it is thou Lorde onely, that makest me dwell in safetye. ⁵ ¹ To hym that excelleth in songes of Musick: a psalme of Dauid. Pondre my wordes, O Lord, consydre my meditacyon. ² O herken thou vnto the voyce of my callynge, my kinge and my God for vnto the wyll I make my prayer. ³ My voyce shalt thou heare by tymes, O Lorde, early in the mornyng will I directe my praier vnto the, and wyll loke vp. ⁴ For thou arte the God that hath no pleasure in wyckednes, nether shall any euell dwell with the. ⁵ Soch as be foolysh, shall not stande in thy syght, thou hatest all them that worke vanyte. Thou shalte destroye them that speake leasynge: the Lorde wyll abhorre both the bloud thyrstye, and disceatfull man. ⁶ But as for me, I will come into thy house, euen vpon the multitude of thy mercy, and in thy feare wyll I worshyp towarde thy holy temple. ⁷ Leade me, O Lorde, in thy ryghtewesnesse because of myne enemyes: make thy waye playne before my face. ⁸ For there is no faythfulnesse in hys mouth: theyr inwarde partes are very wickednes. ⁹ Theyr throte is an open sepulchre: they flatter wt their tonge. ¹⁰ Destroye thou them, O God, let them perysshe thorowe theyr awne ymaginacyons, cast them out in the multitude of theyr vngodlynes: for they haue rebelled agaynst the. ¹¹ And let all them that put theyr trust in the reioyce: they shall euer be geuinge of thankes, because thou defendest them: they that loue thy name shalbe ioyfull in the. ¹² For thou Lorde wylt geue thy blessynge vnto the ryghteous: and with thy fauorable kyndnesse wylt thou defende hym, as with a shylde. ⁶ ¹ To hym that excelleth in musick, vpon the instrument of eyght strynges. A psalme of Dauid. O Lorde, rebuke me not in thyne indignacion: nether chasten me in thy displeasure. ² Haue mercy vpon me, O Lorde: for I am weake: O Lorde heale me: for my bones are vexed. ³ My soule also is sore troubled: but Lorde howe longe wylt thou punyshe me? ⁴ Turne the, O Lorde, and delyuer my soule: Oh saue me for thy mercyes sake. ⁵ For in death no man remembreth the: & who will geue the thankes in the pytte? ⁶ I am weery of my gronynge: euery nyght washe I my bedd, & water my couche with my teares. ⁷ My bewtye is gone for very trouble, and worne awaye because of all myne enemyes. ⁸ Awaye frome all ye that worke vanyte: for the Lorde hath hearde the voyce of my wepynge. ⁹ The Lorde hathe hearde my peticyon, the Lorde wyll receaue my prayer. ¹⁰ All myne enemyes, shalbe confounded & soore vexed, they shalbe turned backe & put to shame sodenly. ⁷ ¹ Sigaion of Dauid, which he sang vnto the Lord in the busynes of Thus the sonne of Iemini. O Lorde my God, in the haue I put my trust: saue me from all them that persecute me, & delyuer me. ² Lest he deuoure my soule lyke a lyon, and teare it in peces, whyle there is none to helpe. ³ O Lorde my God, yf I haue done any soche thynge, or yf there be any wyckednes in my handes. ⁴ Yf I haue rewarded euyll vnto him that dealt frendly with me, yee, I haue delyuered hym, that without any cause is myne enemye. ⁵ Then lett myne enemye persecute my soule, and take me: ye let hym treade my lyfe downe vpon the earth, & laye myne honoure in the dust. Sela. ⁶ Stande vp, O Lorde, in thy wrath: and lyfte vp thy selfe, because of the indygnacyons of myne enemyes: aryse vp for me, in the iudgement that thou hast commaunded. ⁷ And so shall the congregacyon of the people come aboute the, for theyr sakes therfore lyft vp thy selfe agayne. ⁸ The Lorde shall iudge the people geue sentence with me, O Lorde, accordyng to my ryghtewesnes, and accordynge to the innocencye that is in me. ⁹ Oh let the wyckednes of the vngodly come to an ende: but guyd thou the iust. ¹⁰ For the righteous God trieth the very hertes and the reynes. ¹¹ My helpe commeth of God, which preserueth them that are true of herte. ¹² God is a ryghtewes iudge, and God is prouoked euery daye. Yf a man will not turne, he wyll whet his swerde: he hath bent his bowe and made it ready. ¹³ He hath prepared hym the instrumentes of deeth: he ordeyneth hys arowes agaynst the persecutours. ¹⁴ Beholde he trauayleth with myschefe, he hath conceaued sorow, and brought forth vngodlynesse. ¹⁵ He hath grauen and dygged vp a pytte, & is fallen hym selfe into the destruccyon that he made (for other.) ¹⁶ For his trauayll shall come vpon his awne head & his wickednes shall fall vpon hys awne pate. ¹⁷ I wyll geue thankes vnto the Lorde accordynge to his ryghteousnes, & will prayse the name of the Lorde the most hyest. ⁸ ¹ To hym that excelleth in Githith, a Psalme of Dauid. O Lorde our gouernoure, howe excellent is thy name in all the world, thou that hast sett thy glory aboue the heauens? ² Out of the mouth of very babes and sucklynges hast thou ordeyned strength because of thyne enemyes, that thou myghtest styll the enemye and the auenger. ³ For I wyll consydre thy heauens, euen the worcke of thy fyngers: the moone & the starres whych thou hast ordeyned. ⁴ What is man, that thou art myndfull of hym? and the sonne of man, that thou visytest hym? ⁵ Thou madest hym lower then the aungels, to crowne hym with glory & worshyppe. ⁶ Thou makest him to haue domynion in the workes of thy handes: and thou hast put all thynges in subieccion vnder his fete. ⁷ All shepe and oxen, ye and the beastes of the felde. ⁸ The foules of the ayre, and the fysshe of the see, & whatsoeuer walcketh thorow the pathes of the sees. ⁹ O Lorde oure gouernoure, howe excellent is thy name in all the worlde. ⁹ ¹ To hym that excelleth vpon Almuth Labben, a Psalme of Dauid. I Wyll geue thankes vnto the, O Lorde wyth my whole herte, I wyll speake of all thy maruelous worckes. ² I wyll be glad, and reioyse in the, yee my songes will I make of thy name, O thou moost hyest. ³ Whyle myne enemyes are dryuen backe, they shall fall, & perysh at thy presence. ⁴ For thou hast mayntened my ryght & my cause: thou art sett in the throne that iudgest ryght. ⁵ Thou hast rebuked the Heythen, & destroyed the vngodly, thou hast put out their name for euer & euer. ⁶ O thou enemye: destruccyons are come to a perpetuall ende: euen as the cities which thou hast destroyed: their memoriall is perished with them. ⁷ But the Lorde shall endure for euer, he hath also prepared his seate for iudgement: ⁸ For he shall iudge the world in ryghteousnes, and minister true iudgement vnto the people. ⁹ The Lorde also wylbe a defence for the oppressed euen a refuge in due tyme of trouble. ¹⁰ And they that knowe thy name, wyll put their trust in the: for thou (Lorde) hast neuer fayled them, that seke the. ¹¹ O prayse the Lord, which dwelleth in Syon, shewe the people of hys doinges. ¹² For when he maketh inquisycion for bloude, he remembreth them: & forgetteth not the complaynte of the poore. ¹³ Haue mercy vpon me (O Lorde) consydre the trouble whych I suffre of them that hate me, thou that lyftest me vp from the gates of death. ¹⁴ That I maye shewe all thy prayses wyth in the portes of the daughter of Syon, I wyll reioyse in thy saluacyon. ¹⁵ The Heithen are suncken downe in the pytte that they made: in the same nett which they hydd pryuely, is their awne foote taken. ¹⁶ The Lorde is knowen to execute iudgement: the vngodly is trapped in the worcke of his awne handes: A consyderacyon Sela. ¹⁷ The wycked shall be turned vnto hell, & all people that forget God: ¹⁸ For the poore shall not be all waye forgotten, the pacient abydynge of the meke shall not peryshe for euer. ¹⁹ Up Lorde, and let not man haue the vpper hande, let the Heythen be iudged in thy syght. ²⁰ Put them in feare (O Lorde) that the Heythen maye knowe them selues to be but men. Sela. ¹⁰ ¹ Why stondest thou so farre of (O Lord) & hydest thy face in that neadefull tyme of trouble? ² The vngodly for his owne lust, doth persecute the poore: let them be taken in the craftye wilynesse that they haue ymagined. ³ For the vngodly hath made boast of hys awne hertes desyre, & speaketh good of the couetous, whom God abhorreth. ⁴ The vngodly is so proude that he careth not for God, nether is God in all his thoughtes. ⁵ His wayes are allway greuous, thy iudgementes are farre aboue out of his syght, & therfore defyeth he all his enemyes. ⁶ For he hath sayed in his hert: Tush I shall neuer be cast downe, ther shall no harme happen vnto me. His mouth is full of cursynge, and disceate and fraude vnder his tonge is vngodlynesse & vanite. ⁷ He sytteth lurkinge in the theuish corners of the stretes, & priuely in his lurkynge dennes doth he murthur the innocent: his eyes are set agaynst the poore. ⁸ For he lyeth waytinge secretly (euen as a lyon, lurketh he in his denne) that he maye rauish the poore. ⁹ He doth rauish the poore, when he getteth him in to his nett. ¹⁰ He falleth downe & humbleth him selfe, that the congregacyon of the poore maye fall in to the hande of his captaynes. ¹¹ He hath sayed in his herte: Tush, God hath forgotten, he hydeth awaye his face, and he wyll neuer se it. ¹² Aryse (O Lorde God) and lyfte vp thyne hande, forget not the poore. ¹³ Wherfore shulde the wycked blaspheme God, whyle he doth saye in his herte: tush, thou God carest not for it? ¹⁴ Surely thou hast sene it. For thou beholdest vngodlynesse and wronge. That thou mayest take the matter in to thy hande: the poore committeth hym selfe vnto the, for thou art the helper of the frendlesse. ¹⁵ Breake thou the power of the vngodly and malycyous, take awaye hys vngodlynesse, and thou shalt fynde none. ¹⁶ The Lorde is kynge for euer, and euer, and the Hethen are peryshed out of the lande. ¹⁷ Lorde, thou hast hearde the desyre of the poore: thou preparest theyr hert and thyne eare herkeneth therto. ¹⁸ To helpe the fatherlesse and poore vnto theyr right: that the man of the erthe be no more exalted agaynst them. ¹¹ ¹ To the chaunter, A Psalme of Dauid. In the Lorde put I my trust: howe saye ye then to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon your hyll? ² For lo, the vngodly bende theyr bowe, and make ready theyr arowes wyth in the bowe: that they maye pryuely shote at them, which are true of hert. ³ For the foundacyons wilbe cast downe, and what hath the ryghteous done? ⁴ The Lorde is in hys holy temple the Lordes seat is in heauen? Hys eyes consydre & hys eye lyddes tryeth the chyldren of men. ⁵ The Lorde aloweth the ryghteous: but the vngodly, and hym that delyteth in wickednes, doth his soule abhorre. ⁶ Upon the vngodly he shall rayne snares, fyre, and brymstone, storme & tempest: thys shalbe theyr porcyon to dryncke. ⁷ For the ryghteous Lorde loueth ryghteousnes: hys countenaunce wyll beholde the thynge that is iust. ¹² ¹ To him that excelleth vpon an instrument of eyght strynges a Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not one godly man left. For the faythful are mynisshed from amonge the chyldren of men. ² They talke of vanyte, euery one wyth hys neyghboure, they do but flatter wyth theyr lyppes & dyssemble in theyr double herte. ³ The Lorde shall rote out all disceatfull lyppes, and the tonge that speaketh proude thynges. ⁴ Whych haue sayde: wyth oure tonge wyll we preuayle: we are they that ought to speake, who is Lord ouer vs. ⁵ Nowe for the comforles troubles sake of the neadye, & because of the deape fyghthing of the poore, I will vp (sayeth the Lorde) and wyll helpe euery one, from hym that swelleth agaynst hym, and wyll set them at rest. ⁶ The wordes of the Lorde are pure wordes euen as the syluer, whych from earth is tryed and purifyed seuen tymes in the fyre. ⁷ Thou shalt kepe them (O Lorde) thou shalt preserue hym from thys generacyon for euer ⁸ The vngodly walke on euery syde: whan they are exalted, the chyldren of men are put to rebuke. ¹³ ¹ To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid. Howe longe wylt thou forget me (O Lorde) for euer? howe longe wylt thou hyde thy face fro me? ² Howe longe shall I seke councell in my soule? & be so vexed in myne hert? howe longe shall myne enemye triumphe ouer me? ³ Consydre, and heare me (O Lorde my God) lyghten myne eyes, that I sleape not in death. ⁴ Lest myne enemye saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hym: for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me wyll reioyse at it. ⁵ But my trust is in thy mercy, and my hert is ioyfull in thy saluacyon. ⁶ I wyll synge of the Lord because he hath dealt so louyngly wyth me. ¹⁴ ¹ To the chaunter a Psalme of Dauid. The fole hath sayed in hys hert, there is no God. They are corrupt, and become abhomynable in theyr doynges there is not one that doth good. ² The Lorde loked downe from heauen vpon the chyldren of men, to se yf there were any that wolde vnderstande, and seke after God. ³ But they are all gone out of the waye, they are all together become abhominable: there is none that doeth good, no not one. ⁴ Haue they no knowledge, that all are soche worckers of myscheffe, eatynge vp my people, as it were bread and call not vpon the Lorde? ⁵ There were they brought in great feare for God is in the generacyon of the ryghteous. ⁶ As for you, ye haue made a mocke at the councell of the poore, because he putteth hys trust in the Lorde. ⁷ Oh that the saluacyon were geuen vnto Israel out of Sion. Whan the Lorde turneth the captyuite of hys people, then shal Iacob reioyse, and Israel shall be glad. ¹⁵ ¹ Lorde, who shall dwell in thy tabernacle? who shall rest vpon thy holy hyll? ² Euen he that ledeth an vncorrupt lyfe, & doth the thynge which is ryght, and that speaketh the trueth from hys hert. ³ He that hath vsed no disceat in his tonge, ner done euell to hys neyghboure, & hath not sclaundred his neyghbours. ⁴ He that setteth not by hym selfe: but is lowly in hys awne eyes, & maketh moch of them that feare the Lorde: he that sweareth vnto his neyghbour, & disapoynteth hym nott, though it were hys awne hinderaunce. ⁵ He that hath not geuen hys money vpon vsury, ner taken rewarde agaynst the innocent. Who so doth these thynges, shall neuer fall. ¹⁶ ¹ The badge or armes of Dauid. Preserue me; O God, for in the haue I put my trust. ² O my soule thou hast sayd vnto the Lorde: thou arte my God, my goodes are nothing vnto the. ³ All my delyte is vpon the saynctes that are in the erth, & vpon soch as excell in vertue. ⁴ But they that runne after another God, shall haue greate trouble. ⁵ Their drinckoffrynges of bloude will not I offre, nether make mencion of their names within my lyppes. ⁶ The Lorde hym selfe is the porcion of myne enheritaunce: and of my cup: thou shalt maynteyne my lot. ⁷ The lot is fallen vnto me in fayre ground, yee, I haue a goodly heritage. ⁸ I wyll thanke the Lorde for geuynge me warnynge: my reynes also chasten me in the nyght season. ⁹ I haue set God alwayes before me, for he is on my right hande, therfore I shall not fall. ¹⁰ Wherfore my hert was glad, & my glory reioysed, my flesh also shall rest in hope. ¹¹ For why? thou shalt not leaue my soule in hell, nether shalt thou suffre thy holy one to se corrupcion. Thou shalt shewe me the path of lyfe: in thy presence is the fulnesse of ioye, and at thy ryght hande ther is pleasure for euermore. ¹⁷ ¹ A prayer of Dauid. Heare the right, O Lorde, consydre my complaynte, & herken vnto my prayer, that goeth not out of fayned lyppes. ² Let my sentence come forth from thy presence: and let thyne eyes loke vpon the thing that is equall. ³ Thou hast proued & visyted myne herte in the nyght season: thou haste tryed me and shalt fynde no wyckednesse in me: for I am vtterly purposed, that my mouth shall not offende. ⁴ Because of mens worckes that are done agaynst the wordes of thy lyppes I haue kepte me from the wayes of the destroyer. ⁵ O holde thou vp my goynges in thy pathes, that my fote steppes slyppe not. ⁶ I haue called vpon the, O God, for thou shalt heare me: enclyne thyne eare to me, and herken vnto my wordes. ⁷ Shewe thy maruelous louynge kyndnesse, thou that art the sauyour of them which put theyr trust in the, from soch as resyst thy ryght hande. ⁸ Kepe me as the apple of an eye, hyde me vnder the shadowe of thy wynges. ⁹ From the vngodly that trouble me: mine enemies compasse me round about, to take awaye my soule. ¹⁰ They are enclosed in their awne fatt: & their mouth speaketh proude thinges. ¹¹ They lye waytynge in oure waye on euery syde, turnynge their eyes downe to the grounde. ¹² Lyke as a lyon that is gredy of hys praye, and as it were a lyons whelpe lurcking in secrete places. ¹³ Up Lorde, disapoynte hym, and cast hym downe: delyuer my soule from the vngodly which is as a swearde of thyne. ¹⁴ From the men of thy hande, O Lorde from the men, I saye, and from the euyll worlde, which haue their porcion in thys lyfe, whose belyes thou fyllest wt thy hyd treasure. ¹⁵ They haue children at their desyre: & leaue the reste of theyr substaunce for theyr babes. But as for me, I wyll beholde thy presence in righteousnes: & when I awake vp after thy lykenes, I shalbe satisfyed with it. ¹⁸ ¹ To the chaunter of Dauid the seruaunt of the Lorde, which spake vnto the Lord the wordes of thys song, (in the daye that the Lorde delyuered hym from the hande of all hys enemyes, and from the hande of Saul) and he sayde: I Will loue the, O Lorde, my strength. The Lorde is my stony rock, & my defence, my sauyour, my God, & my might, in whom I wyll trust: my buckler, the horne also of my saluacyon, and my refuge. ² I will call vpon the Lord, which is worthy to be praysed, so shall I be safe fro myne enemyes. ³ The sorowes of deeth compassed me, & the ouerflowinges of vngodlynesse made me afrayed. ⁴ The paynes of hell came about me, the snares of deeth ouertoke me. ⁵ In my trouble wyll I call vpon the Lorde: & complayne vnto my God. ⁶ So shall he heare my voyce out of his temple, & my complaynte shall come before him, it shall entre euen into hys cares. ⁷ The erth trembled & quaked, the very foundacions also of the hylles shoke & were remoued, because he was wroth. ⁸ There went a smoke out in his presence: & a consumynge fyre out of hys mouth, so that coales were kyndled at it. ⁹ He bowed the heauens also, & came downe, and it was darcke vnder his fete. ¹⁰ He rode vpon the cherubins, & dyd flye: he came flying vpon the wynges of the wynde. ¹¹ He made darcknes hys secrete place: hys pauylion rounde aboute hym, with darcke water and thycke cloudes to couer hym. ¹² At the bryghtnesse of hys presence hys cloudes remoued, hayle stones and coales of fyer. ¹³ The Lorde also thondred out of the heauen, & the hyest gaue his thondre, hayle stones, and coales of fyer. ¹⁴ He sent out his arowes and scattered them, he cast forth lyghtnynges, & destroyed them. ¹⁵ The sprynges of waters were sene, & the foundacions of the round worlde were discouered at thy chydinge, O Lorde, at the blastynge of the breth of thy displeasure. ¹⁶ He shall send downe from the heygth to fetch me, & shall take me out of many waters. ¹⁷ He shall delyuer me from my strongest enemye, & from them which hate me: for they are to myghty for me. ¹⁸ They preuented me in the daye of my trouble: but the Lorde was my vpholder. ¹⁹ He brought me forth also into a place of liberty: he brought me forth, euen because he had a fauoure vnto me. ²⁰ The Lorde shall rewarde me after my righteous dealing: accordinge to the clennes of my handes shall he recompense me. ²¹ Because I haue kepte the wayes of the Lorde: and haue not forsaken wyckedlye my God. ²² For I haue an eye vnto all hys lawes: & wyll nott cast out hys commaundementes fro me. ²³ I was also vncorrupte before him: and eschued myne awne wickednes. ²⁴ Therfore shall the Lord rewarde me after my righteous dealing: and according vnto the clennes of my handes in hys eye syght. ²⁵ With the holy thou shalt be holy, and wt a perfecte man thou shalt be perfect. ²⁶ With the cleane thou shalt be cleane: and with the frowarde thou shalt lerne frowardnes. ²⁷ For thou shalt saue the people that are in aduersite, and shalt brynge downe the hye lookes of the proude. ²⁸ Thou also shalt lighte my candelle: the Lorde my God shall make my darcknes to be light. ²⁹ For in the I shall disconfyte an hoost of men: and wt the helpe of my God I shall leape ouer the wall. ³⁰ The waye of God is an vndefyled waye the worde of the Lorde also is tryed in the fyre: he is the defender of all them that putt their trust in him. ³¹ For who is God but the Lorde? or who hath any strength except or God? ³² It is God that gyrdeth me wt strength of warre, and maketh my waye parfecte. ³³ He maketh my fete lyke hertes fete: and setteth me vp on hye. ³⁴ He teacheth myne handes to fyght, & myne armes shall breake euen a bow of steele. ³⁵ Thou hast geuen me the defence of thy saluacion: thy right hande also shall holde me vp, and thy louynge correccion shall make me greate. ³⁶ Thou shalt make rowme ynough vnder me for to go, that my fote steppes shall not slyde. ³⁷ I wyll folowe vpon myne enemies, & ouertake them: neyther wyll I turne agayne, tyll I haue destroyed them. ³⁸ I will smyte them, that they shall not be able to stande: but fall vnder my fete. ³⁹ Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto the battayll, thou shalt throwe downe myne enemyes vnder me. ⁴⁰ Thou hast made myne enemyes also to turne theyr backes vpon me, & I shall destroye them that hate me. ⁴¹ They shall crye: but there shalbe none to helpe them: yee, euen vnto the Lord, shall they crye: but he shall nott heare them. ⁴² I wyll beate them as small as the dust before the wynde: I will cast them out, as the claye in the stretes. ⁴³ Thou shalt delyuer me from the stryuinges of the people: and thou shalte make me the head of the Heythen. ⁴⁴ A people whom I haue not knowen shall serue me. ⁴⁵ Assone as they heare of me, they shall obey me: but the straunge chyldren shall dissemble with me. ⁴⁶ The straunge chyldren shall fayle, and be afrayed out of theyr presons. ⁴⁷ The Lorde lyueth: & blessed be my strong helper, and praysed be the God of my saluacyon. ⁴⁸ Euen the God which seeth that I be auenged, and subdueth the people vnto me. ⁴⁹ It is he that delyuereth me from my enemyes, and setteth me vp aboue myne aduersaryes: thou shalt rydd me from the wycked man. ⁵⁰ For this cause I will geue thankes vnto the, O Lorde, amonge the Gentyles, and synge prayses vnto thy name. Greate prosperite geueth he vnto his kinge: and sheweth louyng kyndnesse vnto Dauid hys anoynted, & vnto hys seede for euermore. ¹⁹ ¹ To the chaunter, a psalme of Dauid. The heauens declare the glory of God, and the firmament sheweth his handy worcke. ² One daye telleth another: & one nyght certifieth another. ³ There is nether speach ner language, but their voices ar heard among them. ⁴ Their sounde is gone out into all landes: & their wordes into the endes of the worlde. ⁵ In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sunne, which commeth forth as a brydgrome out of hys chambre, and reioyseth as a giaunt to runne his course. ⁶ It goeth forth from the vttmost parte of the heauen, and runneth about vnto the ende of it agayne, & there is nothynge hyd from the heate therof. ⁷ The lawe of the Lord is an vndefylled lawe conuerting the soule. The testimony of the Lorde is sure, and geueth wisdome vnto the symple. ⁸ The statutes of the Lorde are right and reioyse the hert, the commaundement of the Lorde is pure, and geueth light vnto the eyes. ⁹ The feare of the Lorde is cleane, and endureth for euer: the iudgementes of the Lorde are true and ryghteous all together. ¹⁰ More to be desyred are they then golde, yee then moche fyne golde: sweter also then hony, and the hony combe. ¹¹ Moreouer, by them is thy seruaunt taught, & in kepynge of them there is greate rewarde. ¹² Who can tell, howe oft he offendeth? Oh clense thou me fro secrete fautes. ¹³ Kepe thy seruaunt also from presumptuous synnes, lest they get the dominion ouer me: so shall I be vndefyled, & innocent from the greate offence. ¹⁴ Let the wordes of my mouth, and the meditacion of my herte be acceptable in thy syght O Lorde, my strength annd my redemer. ²⁰ ¹ To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid. The Lorde heare the in the daye of trouble, the name of the God of Iacob defende the. ² Sende the helpe from the Sanctuary, and strength the out of Sion. ³ Remembre all thy offerynges, and accepte thy brent sacrifyce Sela. ⁴ Graunte the thy hertes desyre, & fulfyll all thy mynde. ⁵ We wyll reioyse in thy saluacyon, and triumphe in the name of the Lorde oure God the Lorde perfourme all thy peticions. ⁶ Nowe knowe I, that the Lorde helpeth hys anoynted, and wyll heare hym from hys holy heauen: euen with the wholsome strength of hys ryght hande. ⁷ Some put theyr trust in charettes, and some in horses: but we wyll remembre the name of the Lorde oure God. ⁸ They are brought downe and fallen, but we are rysen, and stande vp ryght. ⁹ Saue Lorde, and heare vs, O kynge of heuen, when we call. ²¹ ¹ To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid. The kynge shall reioyce in thy strength, O Lorde, exceadynge glad shall he be of thy saluacion. ² Thou hast geuen hym his hertes desyre, and hast not denyed him the request of hys lyppes. Sela. ³ For thou shalt preuente him with the blessynges of goodnes, and shalt set a crowne of pure golde vpon his head. ⁴ He asked lyfe of the, and thou gauest him a longe lyfe, euen for euer and euer. ⁵ Hys honoure is greate in thy saluacion: glory and greate worshyppe shalt thou laye vpon hym. ⁶ For thou shalt geue hym euerlastynge felycite, & make hym glad with the ioye of thy countenaunce. ⁷ And why? because the kynge putteth hys trust in the Lorde, and in the mercy of the most hyest he shall not my searye. ⁸ All thyne enemies shall fele thy hand: thy ryght hand shall fynde out them that hate the. ⁹ Thou shalt make them lyke a fyrye ouen in tyme of thy wrath: the Lorde shall destroye them in hys displeasure, and the fyre shall consume them. ¹⁰ Their frute shalt thou roote out of the earth, and theyr sede from amonge the chyldren of men. ¹¹ For they intended myschefe agaynst the, and ymagined soch a deuyce, as they are not able to perfourme. ¹² Therfore shalt thou put them to flyght, and the strynges of thy bowe shalt thou make ready agaynst the faces of them: ¹³ Be thou exalted, Lorde, in thyne awne strength: so wyll we synge and prayse thy power. ²² ¹ To the Chaunter vpon the hynde of the dawnynge a Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me: and art so farre fro my health, and from the wordes of my complaynte? ² O my God, I crye in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the nyght season also I take no rest. ³ And thou continuest holy, O thou worshyppe of Israel. ⁴ Oure fathers hoped in the: they trusted in the, and thou dyddest delyuer them. ⁵ They called vpon the, and were helped: they put theyr trust in the, and were not confounded. ⁶ But as for me, I am a worme & no man: a very scorne of men & the outcast of the people. ⁷ All they that se me, laugh me to scorne: they shote out theyr lyppes, & shake the heade sayinge. ⁸ He trusted in God that he wolde delyuer him: let him delyuer him, yf he wyll haue him. ⁹ But thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe: 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, euen fro my mothers wombe. ¹¹ O go not fro me, for trouble is harde at hande, and ther is none to helpe me. ¹² Greate oxen are come aboute me, fatt bulles of Basan close me in on euery syde. ¹³ They gape vpon me with theyr mouthes as it were a rampynge and roarynge lyon. ¹⁴ I am powred out lyke water, & all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert also in the myddest of my bodye is euen lyke meltynge waxe. ¹⁵ My strength is dryed vp lyke a potsherde, & my tonge cleueth to my gummes: and thou shalt brynge me into the dust of death. ¹⁶ For dogges are come aboute me, & the councell of the wycked laye seage agaynst me. ¹⁷ They pearsed my handes and my fete, I maye tell all my bones, they stonde starynge and lokynge vpon me. ¹⁸ They parte my garmentes amonge them and cast lottes vpon my vesture. ¹⁹ But be not thou farre fro me, O Lord: thou art my succoure, haste the to helpe me. ²⁰ Delyuer my soule from the swearde, my dearlynge from the power of the dogge. ²¹ Saue me from the lyons mouth: thou hast hearde me also from amonge the hornes of the vnicornes. ²² I wyll declare thy name vnto my brethren: in the myddest of the congregacion wyll I prayse the. ²³ O prayse the Lorde ye that feare him: Magnifye hym all ye of the sede of Iacob, & feare him all ye sede of Israel. ²⁴ For he hath not despysed ner abhorred the lowe estate of the poore he hath not hyd hys face from hym, but when he called vnto him, he harde him. ²⁵ My prayse is of the in the great congregacion, my vowes wyll I perfourme in the syght of them that feare hym. ²⁶ The poore shall eate, & be satisfyed: they that seke after the Lorde, shall prayse hym. youre herte shall lyue for euer. ²⁷ All the endes of the worlde shall remembre them selues, & be turned vnto the Lorde, & all the kynreds of the nacions, shall worshyppe before him. ²⁸ For the kyngdom is the Lordes, and he is the gouernoure amonge the people. ²⁹ All soche as be fat vpon earth haue eaten & worshypped. ³⁰ All they that go downe into the dust, shall knele before him & no man hath quyckened hys awne soule. ³¹ Sede shall serue him: they shalbe counted vnto the Lorde for a generacyon. They shall come, and shall declare hys ryghteousnes: vnto a people that shall be borne, whom the Lorde hath made. ²³ ¹ A psalme of Dauid. The Lord is my shepherde, therfore can I lack nothing. ² He shall fede me in a grene pasture, & leade me forth besyde the waters of comforte. ³ He shall conuerte my soule, & brynge me forth in the pathes of ryghteousnes for hys names sake. ⁴ Yee though I walke thorowe the valleye of the shadow of death, I wyll feare no euell, for thou art wt me thy rodde & thy staffe comforte me. ⁵ Thou shalt prepare a table before me agaynst them that trouble me: thou hast anoynted my head wt oyle, & my cuppe shalbe full. ⁶ But louynge kyndnes & mercy shall folowe me all the dayes of my lyfe. & I wyll dwell in the house of the Lord for euer. ²⁴ ¹ A Psalme of Dauid. The earth is the Lordes, and all that therin is: the compasse of the worlde, and they that dwell therin. ² For he hath founded it vpon the sees, & prepared it vpon the floudes. ³ Who shall ascende into the hyll of the Lorde? Or, who shall ryse vp in his holy place? ⁴ Euen he that hath cleane handes & a pure hert: & that hath not lyfte vp his mynde vnto vanite, ner sworne to disceaue. ⁵ He shall receaue the blessynge from the Lorde, and ryghteousnesse from the God of hys saluacyon. ⁶ Thys is the generacion of them that seke him, euen of them that seke thy face, O Iacob. Sela. ⁷ Lyfte vp youre heades O ye gates, & be ye lyfte vp, ye euerlastynge dores, & the kynge of glory shall come in. ⁸ Who is this kynge of glory? It is the Lorde stronge & myghtie, euen the Lord myghtye in battell. ⁹ Lyfte vp youre heades (O ye gates) & be ye lyfte vp ye euerlastyng dores, & the kyng of glory shall come in. ¹⁰ Who is thys kynge of glory? Euen the Lorde of Hoostes, he is the kynge of glory. Sela. ²⁵ ¹ Of Dauid. Unto the (O Lorde) wyll I lyft vp my soule. ² My God, I haue put my trust in the: Oh lett me not be confounded, nether let myne enemyes triumphe ouer me. ³ For all they that hope in the, shall not be a shamed: but soch as transgresse without a cause, shall be put to confusion ⁴ Shewe me thy wayes, O Lord, & teache me thy pathes. ⁵ Leade me forth in thy trueth, & lerne me, for thou art the God of my saluacion: in the hath bene my hope all the daye longe. ⁶ Call to remembraunce (O Lorde) thy tender mercyes, and thy louynge kyndnesses, which haue bene euer of olde. ⁷ Oh remembre not the synnes & offences of my youth, but accordynge vnto thy mercy thynke thou vpon me (O Lord) for thy goodnesse. ⁸ Gracious & ryghteous is the Lorde, therfore wyll he teache synners in the waye. ⁹ Them that be meke, shall he guyde in iudgement: & soch as be gentle, them shall he lerne his waye. ¹⁰ All the pathes of the Lorde are mercye & truthe, vnto soch as kepe his couenaunt & his testimonies. ¹¹ For thy names sake, O Lord, be mercyfull vnto my synne, for it is great. ¹² What man is he that feareth the Lord? him shall he teache in the waye that he shall chose. ¹³ His soule shall dwell at ease, and hys sede shall inheret the lande. ¹⁴ The secrete of the Lorde is amonge them that feare him & he wyll shewe them hys couenaunt. ¹⁵ Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the Lord, for he shall plucke my fete out of the net. ¹⁶ Turne the vnto me, & haue mercy vpon me: for I am desolate, and in misery. ¹⁷ The sorowes of my herte are enlarged: O bryng thou me out of my troubles. ¹⁸ Loke vpon myne aduersyte & misery, and forgeue me all my synne. ¹⁹ Considre myne enemies how many they ar, & they beare a tyrannous hate agaynst me. ²⁰ O kepe my soule, and delyuer me. let me not be counfounded, for I haue put my trust in the. ²¹ Let perfectnesse and ryghteous dealynge wayte vpon me, for my hope hath bene in the. ²² Delyuer Israel O God, out of all hys troubles. ²⁶ ¹ Of Dauid. Be thou my iudge, O Lorde, for I haue walked innocently: my trust hath bene also in the Lorde therfore shall I not fall. ² Examen me, O Lord, & proue me: trye out my reynes and my hert. ³ For thy louynge kindenesse is before mine eyes, & I will walke in thy trueth. ⁴ I haue not dwelt with vayne personnes, nether wyll I haue fellishipe with the disceatfull. ⁵ I haue hated the congregacyon of the wicked, and will not syt amonge the vngodly. ⁶ I will washe my handes in innocencye, O Lorde, and so will I go to thyne aulter. ⁷ That I maye shewe the voyce of thankesgeuynge, and tell of all thy wonderous worckes. ⁸ Lorde, I haue loued the habitacion of thy house, & the place where thyne honoure dwelleth. ⁹ O shutt not vp my soule with the synners, ner my lyfe with the bloudthurstye. ¹⁰ In whose handes is wyckednesse, & their ryghthande is full of gyftes. ¹¹ But as for me I will walcke innocently: O delyuer me, and be mercyfull vnto me. ¹² My fote standeth ryght: I will prayse the Lorde in the congregacyons. ²⁷ ¹ Of Dauid. The Lorde is my lyght and my saluacyon: whom then shall I feare? the Lorde is the strength of my lyfe: of whom then shall I be afrayed? ² When the wycked (euen myne enemyes and my foes) came vpon me, to eate vp my fleshe, they stombled & fell. ³ Though an hoost of men were layed agaynst me, yet shall not my hert be astrayed: and though there rose vp warre agaynst me, yet will I put my trust in this. ⁴ One thynge haue I desyred of the Lorde, which I will requyre: euen that I maye dwell in the house of the Lorde all the dayes of my lyfe: to beholde the fayre bewtie of the Lorde, and to vyset this temple. ⁵ For in the tyme of trouble he shall hyde me in his tabernacle, yee in the secrete place of his dwellynge shall he hyde me, and set me vp vpon a rocke of stone. ⁶ And nowe shall he lyft vp my head aboue myne enemyes rounde aboute me. ⁷ Therfore will I offre in hys dwellynge, an oblacyon with great gladnesse: I will synge and speake prayses vnto the Lorde. ⁸ Herken vnto my voyce, O Lorde, when I crye vnto the: haue mercye vpon me, and heare me. ⁹ My hert hath talked of the: Seke ye my face: thy face Lorde will I seke. O hyde not thou thy face fro me, ner cast thy seruaunt awaye in displeasure. ¹⁰ Thou hast bene my succoure, leaue me not, nether forsake me, O God of my saluacyon. ¹¹ Whan my father and my mother forsake me, the Lorde taketh me vp. Trache me thy waye O Lorde, & leade me the ryght waye, because of myne enemyes. ¹² Delyuer me not ouer into the will of myne aduersaryes, for there are false wytnesses rysen vp agaynst me, and soch as speake wronge. ¹³ I shulde vtterlye haue faynted: but that I beleue verely to se the goodnesse of the Lorde in the lande of the lyuinge. ¹⁴ O tary thou the Lordes leysure be stronge, and he shall conforte thyne hert, and put thou thy trust in the Lorde. ²⁸ ¹ A Psalme of Dauid. Unto the wyll I crye, O Lorde, my strength: thyncke no scorne of me, lest, yf thou make the as though thou heardest not. I become lyke them, that go downe into the pytte. ² Heare the voyce of my humble peticyons, when I crye vnto the, whan I holde vp my, handes towarde the mercyseate of thy holy temple. ³ O plucke me not awaye with the vngodly and wicked doers which speake frendly to their neyghbours, but ymagine myschefe in their hertes. ⁴ Rewarde them accordinge to their dedes, and accordynge to the wyckednesse of their awne inuencions. ⁵ Recompense them after the worcke of their handes: paye them that they haue deserued. ⁶ For they regarde not in ther mynde the worckes of the Lorde, ner the operacion of his handes: therfore shall he breake them downe, & not buylde them vp. ⁷ Praysed be the Lorde, for he hath hearde the voyce of myne humble peticions. ⁸ The Lorde is my strength & my shylde: my hert hath trusted in him, & I am helped: therfore my herte daunseth for ioye, and in my songe will I prayse him. ⁹ The Lorde is their strength: and he is the wholsome defence of his anoynted. O Saue thy people, & geue thy blessinge vnto thyne enheritaunce: fede them, & sett them vp for euer. ²⁹ ¹ A Psalme of Dauid Brynge vnto the Lorde (O ye myghtie) ascribe vnto the Lorde worshyppe & strengthe. ² Geue the Lorde the honoure due vnto his name: worshyppe the Lorde with holy worshippe. ³ It is the Lorde that commaundeth the waters: It is the glorious God that maketh the thonder: ⁴ it is the Lorde that ruleth the see. ⁵ The voyce of the Lorde is myghtie 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 made them also so skyppe lyke a Calfe: Libanus also, and Syrion lyke a younge vnycorne. ⁸ The voyce of the Lorde deuydeth the flames of fyre: the voyce of the Lorde, shaketh the wyldernesse, ye the Lorde shaketh the wildernesse of Cades. ⁹ The voyce of the Lorde maketh the hyndes to brynge forth younge & discouereth the thicke bushes: in his temple doth euery man speake of his honoure. ¹⁰ The Lorde sytteth aboue the water floude, & the Lorde remayneth a kynge for euer. ¹¹ The Lorde shall geue strength vnto his people, the Lorde shall geue his people the blessynge of peace. ³⁰ ¹ A Psalme and songe of the dedicacyon of the house of Dauid. I Wyll magnifye the, O lorde, for thou hast set me vp, & not made my fooes to triumphe ouer me. ² O Lorde my God, I cryed vnto the, and thou hast healed me. ³ Thou Lorde hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my lyfe, from them that go downe to the pytte. ⁴ Synge prayses vnto the Lorde (O ye saintes of his) and geue thankes vnto him for a remembraunce of his holynesse. ⁵ For hys wrath endureth but the twinclinge of an eye, and in hys pleasure is lyfe: heuynesse maye endure for a nyght, but ioye commeth in the mornynge. ⁶ And in my prosperyte, I sayde: I shall neuer be remoued: thou Lorde of thy goodnesse hadest made my hill so stronge. ⁷ Thou dyddest turne thy face and I was troubled. ⁸ Then cryed I vnto the, O Lorde, & gat me to my Lorde ryght humbly. ⁹ What profyt is there in my bloude, whan I go downe to the pytte? ¹⁰ Shall the dust geue thanckes vnto the? Or shall it declare thy trueth? ¹¹ Heare, O Lorde, and haue mercy vpon me: Lorde be thou my helper. ¹² Thou hast turned my heuynesse in to ioye: thou hast put of my sacke cloth, and gyrded me with gladnesse. Therfore shall (euery good man) synge of thy prayse without ceassinge: O my God, I wyll geue thanckes vnto the for euer.