Psalms 26:1-30:12 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.

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ 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.