Psalms 79:1-150:6 A Psalme of Asaph. O God the Heathen are come into thy inheritaunce: thy holy temple haue they defyled, and made Ierusalem an heape of stones.

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ A Psalme of Asaph. O God the Heathen are come into thy inheritaunce: thy holy temple haue they defyled, and made Ierusalem an heape of stones. ² The deed bodyes of thy seruauntes haue they geuen to be meate, vnto the foules of the ayre, and the flesh of thy saynctes vnto the beastes of the lande. ³ Their bloud haue they shed lyke water on euery syde of Ierusalem, and there was no man to burye them. ⁴ We are become an open shame vnto oure enemies, a very scorne and derysyon vnto them that are rounde aboute us. ⁵ Lorde, how longe wylt thou be angrye? shall thy gelousy burne lyke fyre for euer? ⁶ Poure out thyne indignacion vpon the Heathen that haue not knowne the, and vpon the kyngdome that haue not called vpon thy name. ⁷ For they haue deuoured Iacob, and layed waste his dwellinge place. ⁸ O remembre not oure olde synnes, but haue mercy vpon vs, and that soone, for we are come to greate misery. ⁹ Helpe vs, O God of oure saluacion, for the glory of thy name: O delyuer vs, and be mercyfull vnto oure synnes for thy names sake. ¹⁰ Wherfore do the Heathen saye: where is now their God? ¹¹ O let the vengeaunce of thy seruauntes bloude that is shed, be openly shewed vpon the Heathen in oure syght. ¹² O let the sorowfull syghyng of the presoners come before the: accordyng vnto the greatnesse of thy power, preserue thou those that are appoynted to dye. ¹³ And for the blasphemy (wherwith oure neyghbours haue blasphemed the) rewarde thou them, O Lorde, seuen folde into their bosome. So we, that be thy people and shepe of thy pasture, shall geue the thanckes for euer, and wyl alwaye be shewynge forth thy prayse from generacion to generacion. ⁸⁰ ¹ To the chaunter vpon Sosanim, a testimonye and Psalme of Asaph. Heare O thou shepherde of Israel, thou that leadest Ioseph lyke a shepe. shewe thy selfe also thou that syttest vpon the Cherubyns. ² Before Ephraim, Ben Iamin, and Manasses: stere vp thy strength, and come helpe vs. ³ Turne vs agayne, O God, shewe the lyght of thy countenaunce, and we shalbe whole. ⁴ O Lorde God of Hostes, how longe wilt thou be angry wyth thy people that prayeth? ⁵ Thou fedest them with the bred of teares and geuest them plenteousnes of teares to dryncke. ⁶ Thou hast made vs a very stryfe vnto oure neyghbours, and oure enemyes laugh vs to scorne. ⁷ Turne vs agayne, thou God of Hostes, shewe the lyght of thy countenaunce, and we shalbe whole. ⁸ Thou hast brought a vyne out of Egypte, thou hast cast out the Heathen, and planted it. ⁹ Thou madest rowme for it: and whan it had taken rote it fylled the lande. ¹⁰ The hylles were couered with the shadowe of it, and the bowes therof were lyke the goodly Cedre trees. ¹¹ She stretched out her braunches vnto the see, and her bowes vnto the ryuer. ¹² Why hast thou then broken downe her hedge, that all they whych go by, plucke of her grapes? ¹³ The wylde bore out of the wood doth rote it vp, and the wylde beastes of the felde deuoureth it. ¹⁴ Turne the agayne, thou God of Hostes, loke downe from heauen, beholde, and vyset thys vyne. ¹⁵ And the place of the vynyarde that thy ryght hande hath planted, and the braunch that thou madest so stronge for thy selfe.. ¹⁶ It is brent wyth fyre, and cut downe: and they shall perysh at the rebuke of thy countenaunce. ¹⁷ Let thy hand be vpon the man of thy ryght hande, & vpon the sonne of man whom thou madest so strong for thyne awne selfe. ¹⁸ And so will not we go back from the: Oh let vs lyue, & we shall call vpon thy mame. ¹⁹ Turne vs agayne, O Lorde God of Hostes, shewe the lyght of thy countenaunce, & we shalbe whole. ⁸¹ ¹ To the chaunter vpon Githith of Asaph Singe we merely vnto God or strength make a chearfull noyse vnto the God of Iacob. ² Take the Psalme, bryng hyther the tabret, the mery harpe wt the lute. ³ Blowe vp the trompett in the newe mone, euen in the tyme appoynted, and vpon oure solempne feast daye ⁴ For this was made a statute for Israel, & a lawe of the God of Iacob. ⁵ This he ordened in Ioseph for a testymony, when he came out of the lande of Egypt, and had hearde a straunge language. ⁶ I eased hys shoulder from the burthen, & his handes were delyuered from (makyng) the pottes. ⁷ Thou calledst vpon me in troubles, and I delyuered the, and hearde the what tyme as the storme fell vpon me. ⁸ I proued the also at the waters of stryfe. Sela. ⁹ Heare, O my people, and I will assure the of Israel, yf thou wylt herken vnto me. ¹⁰ There shall no straunge God be in the, nether shalt thou worshippe any other God. ¹¹ I am the Lorde thy God, whych brought the out of the lande of Egypt, open thy mouth wyde, and I shall fyll it. ¹² But my people wold not heare my voyce, and Israel wolde not obey me. ¹³ So I gaue them vp vnto their awne hertes lust, and let them folowe their awne ymaginacyons. ¹⁴ O that my people wolde haue herkened vnto me, for yf Israel had walked in my wayes. ¹⁵ I shulde soone haue put downe their enemyes, & turned myne hand agaynst their aduersaryes. ¹⁶ The haters of the Lorde shulde haue bene founde lyars, but their tyme shulde haue endured for euer. He shuld haue fed them also wyth the fynest wheate floure, and with hony out of the stony roke shulde I haue satisfyed the. ⁸² ¹ A Psalme of Asaph. God standeth in the congregacyon of prynces: he is Iudge amonge Goddes. ² How longe will ye geue wrong iudgement, and accepte the personnes of the vngodly? Sela. ³ Defende the poore and fatherlesse, se that soch as be in nede and necessite haue ryght. ⁴ Delyuer the out caste & poore: saue them from the hande of the vngodly. ⁵ They wyll not be lerned ner vnderstande, but walcke on styll in darcknesse: all the foundacyons of the erth be out of course. ⁶ I haue sayde. ye are Goddes, and ye all are chyldren of the moost hyest. ⁷ But ye shall dye lyke men, and fall lyke one of the prynces. ⁸ Aryse, O God, and iudge thou the earth, for thou shalt take all Heathen to thine enheritaunce. ⁸³ ¹ A songe and Psalme of Asaph. Holde not thy tonge, O God, kepe not styll sylence, refrayne not thy self O God. ² For lo thyne enemyes make a murmurynge, and they that hate the haue lyft vp their heade. ³ They haue ymagyned craftely agaynst thy people, and taken councell agaynst thy secrete ones. ⁴ They haue sayde: come, & let vs rote them out that they be nomore a people, & that the name of Israel maye be nomore in remembraunce. ⁵ For they haue cast their heades together wyth one consent, and are confederate agaynst the. ⁶ The tabernacles of the Edomites and Ismaelytes, the Moabytes and Hagarenes. ⁷ Gebal, and Ammon, and Amalech: the Philistynes with them that dwell at Tyre. ⁸ Assur also is ioyned vnto them, and haue helped the chyldren of Loth. Sela. ⁹ But do thou to them as vnto the Madianites, vnto Sisera, and vnto Iabin at the broke of Kyson. ¹⁰ Whych peryshed at Endor, and became as the donge of the earth. ¹¹ Make them & their prynces lyke Oreb and Zeb. Yee, make all their Prynces lyke as Zebea and Salinana. ¹² Whych saye: let vs take to oure selues the houses of God in possessyon. ¹³ O my God, make them lyke vnto a whele, and as the stubble before the wynde. ¹⁴ Lyke as a fyre that burneth vp the wod, and as the flame that consumeth the mountaynes. ¹⁵ Persecute them euen so with thy tempest, and make them afrayed wyth thy storme. ¹⁶ Make their faces ashamed, O Lorde, that they maye seke thy name. ¹⁷ Let them be confounded and vexed euer more and more: let them be put to shame and perish. ¹⁸ And they shall know, that thou (whose name is Iehoua) art only the moost hyest ouer all the earth. ⁸⁴ ¹ To the chaunter vpon Githith, a Psalme of the sonnes of Corah. O how amyable are thy dwellynges, thou Lorde of Hostes? ² My soule hath a desyre and longinge to entre into the courtes of the Lorde: my hert and my flesh reioyse in the liuyng God. ³ Yee, the sparow hath founde her an house, and the swalowe a nest, where she may laye her yonge: euen thy aulters O Lorde of Hostes, my kynge and my God. ⁴ Blessed are they that dwell in thy house, they wilbe all waye praysyng the. Sela. ⁵ Blessed is that man whose strength is in the, in whose herte are thy wayes. ⁶ Whych goinge thorow the vale of misery vse it for a well, and the pooles are fylled with water. ⁷ They wyll go from strength, and vnto the God of Goddes appeareth euery one of them in Sion. ⁸ O Lorde God of Hostes, heare my prayer: herken O God of Iacob. Sela. ⁹ Behold O God oure defender, and loke vpon the face of thyne anoynted. ¹⁰ For one daye in thy courtes is better then a thousande. ¹¹ I had rather be a dore keper in the house of my God, then to dwell in the tentes of vngodlynesse. ¹² For the Lorde God is a lyght and defence, the Lorde will geue grace and worshype, and no good thynge shall he wytholde from them that lyue a godly lyfe. O Lord God of Hostes, blessed is the man, that putteth his trust in the. ⁸⁵ ¹ To the chaunter, a Psalme of the sonnes of Corab. Lorde, thou art become gracyous vnto thy lande, thou hast turned awaye the captiuite of Iacob. ² Thou hast forgeuen the offence of thy people, and couered all theyr synnes. Selah. ³ Thou hast taken awaye all thy displeasure, and turned thy selfe from thy wrathfull indignacyon. ⁴ Turne vs then, O God oure Sauyour, and let thyne anger ceasse from vs. ⁵ Wylt thou be displeased at vs for euer? and wylt thou stretch out thy wrath from one generacyon to another? ⁶ Wylt thou not turne agayne & quycken vs, that thy people maye reioyse in the? ⁷ Shewe vs thy mercy O Lord and graunt vs thy saluacyon. ⁸ I wyll herken what the Lorde God will saye: for he shall speake peace vnto his people and to hys saynctes, that they turne not agayne. ⁹ For his saluacyon is nye them that feare him, that glory maye dwell in oure lande. ¹⁰ Mercy and trueth are met together, ryghtuousnesse and peace haue kyssed eche other. ¹¹ Trueth shall florish out of the earth, & ryghtuousnesse hath loked downe from heauen. ¹² Yee, the Lorde shall shewe louynge kyndnesse, and oure lande shall geue her encrease. ¹³ Ryghtuousnesse shall go before hym, and he shall directe hys goynge in the waye. ⁸⁶ ¹ A prayer of Dauid. Bowe downe thyne eare, O Lorde, & heare me, for I am poore & in misery. ² Preserue thou my soule, for I am holy: my God saue thy seruaunt, that putteth his trust in the. ³ Be mercyfull vnto me (O Lorde) for I wyll call dayly vpon the ⁴ Comforte the soule of thy seruaunt, for vnto the (O Lorde) do I lyft vp my soule. ⁵ For thou Lord art good and gracious, and of greate mercy vnto all them that call vpon the. ⁶ Geue eare Lord vnto my prayer, and pondre the voyce of my humble desyres. ⁷ In the tyme of my trouble I wyll call vpon the, for thou hearest me. ⁸ Amonge the Goddes there is none lyke vnto the (O Lord) there is not one that can do as thou doest. ⁹ All nacyons whom thou hast made, shall come and worshyppe the (O Lord) and shall gloryfye thy name. ¹⁰ For thou art great, and doest wonderous thynges, thou art God alone. ¹¹ Teach me thy waye, (O Lord) and I will walke in thy trueth: O knytt my hert vnto the, that it maye feare thy name. ¹² I wyll thanke the, O Lorde my God with all my hart, and wyll prayse thy name for euer. ¹³ For great is thy mercy towarde me and thou hast delyuered my soule from the nethermost hell. ¹⁴ O God, the proude are rysen agaynst me, and the congregacyons of naughtye men haue sought after my soule, and haue not set the before theyr eyes. ¹⁵ But thou, O Lorde God, art full of compassyon, and mercy, longe suffrynge, plenteous in goodnes and trueth. ¹⁶ O turne the then vnto me and haue mercy vpon me: geue thy strength vnto thy seruaunt, and helpe the sonne of thyne handmayde. ¹⁷ Shewe some token vpon me for good, that they whych hate me, maye se it, and be ashamed, because thou Lord hast helped me, and comforted me. ⁸⁷ ¹ A Psalme and songe of the sonnes of Corah. Her foundacions are vpon the holy hylles: the Lorde loueth the gates of Sion more then all the dwellynges of Iacob. ² Uery excellent thynges are spoken of the, thou cyte of God. Selah. ³ I wyll thynke vpon Rahab and Babylon, wyth them that knowe me. ⁴ Beholde, yee the Philistynes also, and they of Tyre with the Morians. Lo, there was he borne. ⁵ And of Syon it shalbe reported, that he was borne in her, and the moost hyest shall stablish her. ⁶ The Lorde shall rehearse it, whan he wryteth vp the people, that he was borne there. Selah. ⁷ The syngers also and trompetters shall he rehearse. All my freshe sprynges shalbe in the. ⁸⁸ ¹ A song and Psalme of the sonnes of Corah, to the chaunter vpon Mahelath, to geue thankes: an instruccion of Heman the Ezrahyte. O lorde God of my saluacion, I haue cryed daye and nyght before the: Oh let my prayer entre into thy presence, encline thyne eare vnto my callynge. ² For my soule is full of trouble, and my lyfe draweth nye vnto hell. ³ I am counted as one of them that go downe vnto the pytte, and I haue bene euen as a man that hath no strength. ⁴ Fre amonge the deed, lyke vnto them that be wounded lye in the graue, whych be out of remebraunce, and are cut awaye from thy hande: ⁵ Thou hast layed me in the lowest pytt, in a place of darcknesse and in the depe. ⁶ Thyne indignacyon lyeth harde vpon me, and thou hast vexed me wyth all thy stormes. Selah. ⁷ Thou hast put awaye myne acquaintaunce farre fro me, and made me to be abhorred of them: ⁸ I am so fast in preson, that I can not get forth. ⁹ My syght fayleth for very trouble: Lorde I haue called dayly vpon the, I haue stretched out myne handes vnto the. ¹⁰ Doest thou shewe wonders amonge the deed? Or shall the deed ryse vp agayne, and prayse the? ¹¹ Shall thy louynge kyndnes be shewed in the graue, or thy faythfulnesse in destruccion? ¹² Shall thy wonderous workes be knowen in the darcke, and thy ryghtuousnes in the lande where all thynges are forgotten? ¹³ Unto the haue I cryed O Lorde, and early shall my prayer come before the. ¹⁴ Lorde, why abhorrest thou my soule? and hydest thou thy face fro me? ¹⁵ I am in mysery, & lyke vnto hym that is at the poynt to dye (euen fro my youth vp) thy terrours haue I suffred with a troubled mynde. ¹⁶ Thy wrathfull dyspleasure goeth ouer me, and the feare of the hath vndone me. ¹⁷ They came rounde about me daylye lyke water, and compassed me together on euery syde. ¹⁸ My louers and frendes hast thou put awaye fro me, and hyd myne acquayntaunce out of my syght. ⁸⁹ ¹ An instruccyon of Ethan the Ezrahyte. My songe shalbe all waye of the louynge kyndnesse of the Lorde, wyth my mouth wyll I euer be shewynge thy trueth from one generacyon to another. ² For I haue sayde: mercy shalbe set vp for euer, thy trueth shalt thou stablysh in the heauens. ³ I haue made a couenaunt wyth my chosen, I haue sworne vnto Dauid my seruaunt. ⁴ Thy sede wyll I stablysh for euer, and set vp thy trone from one generacyon to another. Selah. ⁵ O Lorde the very heauens shall prayse thy wonderous worckes, & thy trueth in the congregacyon of the saynctes. ⁶ For who is he amonge the cloudes, that shall be compared vnto the Lorde? ⁷ And what is he amonge the goddes, that shalbe lyke vnto the Lorde? ⁸ God is very greatly to be feared in the councell of the sayntes and to be had in reuerence of all them that are aboute hym. ⁹ O Lord God of Hostes, who is lyke vnto the? thy trueth (most myghtie lord) is on euery syde. ¹⁰ Thou rulest the ragynge of the see, thou stillest the waues therof, when they aryse. ¹¹ Thou hast subdued Egypte and destroyed it, thou hast scatred thyne enemyes abroad wyth thy myghtie arme. ¹² The heauens are thyne, the earth also is thyne: thou hast layed the foundacyon of the rounde worlde, and all that therin is. ¹³ Thou hast made the north and the south, Tabor and Hermon shall reioyse in thy name. ¹⁴ Thou hast a myghtie arme, stronge is thy hande, and hye is thy ryght hande. ¹⁵ Ryghteousnes and equite is the habitacyon of thy seate, mercy and trueth shall go before thy face. ¹⁶ Blessed is the people (O Lorde) that can reioyse in the: they shall walke in the lyght of thy countenaunce. ¹⁷ Theyr delyte shalbe daylye in thy name, & in thy ryghteousnesse shall they make theyr boast. ¹⁸ For thou art the glory of theyr strength, & in thy louynge kyndnesse thou shalt lyft vp oure hornes. ¹⁹ For the Lord is oure defence, The holy one of Israel is oure kynge. ²⁰ Thou spakest somtyme in vysyons vnto thy saynctes, and saydest: I haue layed helpe vpon one that is myghty, I haue exalted one chosen out of the people. ²¹ I haue founde Dauid my seruaunt: with my holy oyle haue I anoynted him. ²² My hand shall holde hym fast, and myne arme shall strengthen hym: ²³ The enemye shall not be able to do hym violence, the sonne of wickednesse shall not hurte hym. ²⁴ I shall smyte downe hys foes before hys face, and plage them that hate hym. ²⁵ My trueth also and my mercy shalbe wyth hym, and in my name shall hys horne be exalted. ²⁶ I wyll set hys dominion also in the see, and hys ryght hande in the floudes. ²⁷ He shall call me: thou art my father, my God, & my stronge saluacion. ²⁸ And I wyll make hym my fyrst borne, hyer then the kynges of the earth. ²⁹ My mercy wyll I kepe for hym for euermore, & my couenaunt shall stande fast wyth hym. ³⁰ Hys sede also wyll I make to endure for euer, and hys trone as the dayes of heauen. ³¹ But yf hys chyldren forsake my lawe, and walke not in my iudgementes. ³² If they breake my statutes and kepe not my commaundementes. ³³ I wyll vyset theyr offences with the rod and theyr synne wyth scourges. ³⁴ Neuerthelesse, my louynge kyndnesse will I not vtterly take from hym, ner suffre my trueth to fayle. ³⁵ My couenaunt wyll I not breake, nor alter the thinge that is gone out of my lyppes. ³⁶ I haue sworne once by my holynesse, that I wyll not fayle Dauid. ³⁷ Hys sede shall endure for euer, and hys seate is lyke as the sunne before me. ³⁸ He shall stande fast for euermore as the moone, and as the faythfull wytnesse in heauen. Selah: ³⁹ But thou hast abhorred & forsaken thyne anoynted, & art displeased at him. ⁴⁰ Thou hast broken the couenaunt of thy seruaunt, cast his crowne to the grounde. ⁴¹ Thou hast ouerthrowne all hys hedges, and broken downe hys stronge holdes. ⁴² All they that go by, spoyle hym, and he is become a rebuke vnto hys neyghboures. ⁴³ Thou hast set vp the ryght hande of hys enemyes: & made all hys aduersaryes to reioyce. ⁴⁴ Thou hast taken awaie the edge of his swearde: & geuest hym not victory in the battayle. ⁴⁵ Thou hast put out his glory, & cast his trone downe to the grounde. ⁴⁶ The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened: and couered him wt dishonoure. Selah. ⁴⁷ Lorde, howe longe wilt thou hid thy selfe? for euer? and shall thy wrath burne lyke fyre? ⁴⁸ O remembre, how shorte my tyme is, wherfore hast thou made all men for naught? ⁴⁹ What man is he that lyueth, and shall not se death? and shall he deliuer his awne soule from the hande of hell? Selah. ⁵⁰ Lorde, where are thy olde louyng kyndnesses, which thou sworest vnto Dauid in thy treuth? ⁵¹ Remember (Lorde) the rebuke that thy seruauntes haue & how I do beare in my bosome thy rebukes of many people. ⁵² Wher with thyne enemies haue blasphemed the, and sclaunder the fotesteppes of thyne anoynted. Praysed be the Lord for euermore: Amen: Amen. ⁹⁰ ¹ A prayer of Moses the man of God. Lorde, thou hast bene oure refuge from one generacyon to another. ² Before the mountaynes were brought forth, or euer the earth & the worlde were made, thou art God from euerlastyng and worlde without ende. ³ Thou turnest man to destruccion. Agayne, thou sayest: come agayne ye chyldren of men. ⁴ For a thousande yeares in thy syght are but as yesterdaye, seynge that is past as a watch in the nyght. ⁵ As sone as thou scatrest them, they are euen as a slepe, and fade awaye sodenly lyke the grasse, ⁶ In the mornyng it is grene and groweth vp, but in the euenynge it is cut downe and withered. ⁷ For we consume awaye in thy displeasure, & are afrayed at thy wrathfull indignacyon. ⁸ Thou hast set oure misdedes before the, and oure secrete synnes in the lyght of thy countenaunce. ⁹ For when thou art angrye, all oure dayes are gone: we brynge our yeares to an ende, as it were a tale that is tolde. ¹⁰ The dayes of oure age are thre score yeares and ten: and though men be so stronge that they come to foure score yeares, yet is theyr strength then but laboure and sorowe: so soone passeth it awaye, and we are gone. ¹¹ But who regardeth the power of thy wrath, for euen therafter as a man feareth, so is thy displeasure. ¹² O teach vs, to nombre oure dayes, that we maye applye oure hertes vnto wysdome. ¹³ Turne the agayne (O Lorde) at the laste, and be gracious vnto thy seruauntes. ¹⁴ O satisfye vs with thy mercy, and that soone: so shall we reioyse and be glad all the dayes of oure lyfe. ¹⁵ Comforte vs agayne, now after the tyme that thou hast plaged vs, and for the yeares wherin we haue suffred aduersyte. ¹⁶ Shewe thy seruauntes thy worke, and theyr chyldren thy glory. ¹⁷ And the glorious maiesty of the Lorde oure God be vpon vs: prospere thou the worke of oure handes vpon vs, O prospere thou oure handy worke. ⁹¹ ¹ Who so dwelleth vnder the defence of the most hyest, shal abyde vnder the shadow of the Almightye. ² I wyll saye vnto the Lorde: Thou art my hope, and my stronge holde, my God, in hym will I trust. ³ For he shall delyuer the from the snare of the hunter, and from the noysome pestylence. ⁴ He shall defende the vnder hys wynges, and thou shalte be safe vnder hys fethers: hys faythfulnesse and trueth shall be thy shylde and buckler. ⁵ Thou shalte not be afrayed for any terrour by night, ner for the arow that flyeth by daye. ⁶ For the pestilence that walketh in the darknesse, ner for the sicknesse that destroyeth in the noone daye. ⁷ A thousande shall fall besyde the & ten thousande at thy ryght hand, but it shall not come nye the. ⁸ Yee, with thyne eyes shalt thou beholde, and se the rewarde of the vngodly. ⁹ For thou Lorde arte my hope, thou hast set thyne house of defence very hye ¹⁰ There shall no euell happen vnto the, nether shall eny plage come nye thy dwellyng. ¹¹ For he shall geue his angels charge ouer the, to kepe the in all thy wayes. ¹² They shall beare the in theyr handes, that thou hurt not thy fote agaynste a stone. ¹³ Thou shalt go vpon the Lyon and Adder, the yonge Lyon and the Dragon shalte thou treade vnder thy fete. ¹⁴ Because he hath set hys loue vpon me, therfore shall I delyuer him: I shall set him vp, because he hath knowne my name. ¹⁵ He shall call vpon me, & I wyll heare hym: yee I am with hym in trouble, I will deliuer hym, and brynge hym to honoure. ¹⁶ With longe lyfe wyll I satisfye hym, and shewe hym my saluacion. ⁹² ¹ A Psalme and songe for the Sabboth daye. It is a good thing to geue thankes vnto the Lorde, and to synge prayses vnto thy name, O moste hyest. ² To tell of thy louyng kyndnesse early in the mornyng, and of thy trueth in the nyght season. ³ Upon an instrument of ten strynges, & vpoon the lute: vpon a lowde instrument & vpon the harpe. ⁴ For thou Lord hast made me glad thorow thy workes, and I wyll reioyse in geuyng prayse for the operacions of thy handes. ⁵ O Lord, how glorious are thy workes: thy thoughtes are very depe. ⁶ An vnwyse man doth not well considre this, and a foole doth not vnderstande it. ⁷ Whan the vngodly are grene as the grasse, & whan all the workes of wyckednes do florish, then shall they be destroyed for euer. ⁸ But thou Lord art the most hyest for euermore. ⁹ For lo, thyne enemies, O Lord, lo, thyne ennemies shall perishe, and all the workers of wickednes shalbe destroyed. ¹⁰ But my horne shalbe exalted like the horne of an Unicorne, for I am anoynted with fresh oyle. ¹¹ Myne eye also shall se hys lust of myne enemyes, ¹² and myne eare shall heare hys desyre of the wycked that ryse vp agaynst me. ¹³ The ryghteous shal florish lyke a palme tree, and shal sprede abroade lyke a Cedre in Libanus. ¹⁴ Soch as be planted in the house of the Lorde shall florishe in the courtes of our God. They shall also bryng forth more frute in theyr age, & shalbe fat and well likyng. ¹⁵ That they maye shewe, how true the Lord my strength is, and that there is no vnryghtuousnesse in hym. ⁹³ ¹ The Lord is Kyng, and hath put on gloryous apparell: the Lorde hath put on his apparell, & gyrded hym selfe with strength: ² he hath made the rounde worlde so sure, that it can not be moued. ³ Euer sens the world beganne hath thy seate bene prepared, thou art from euerlastynge. ⁴ The floudes are rysen (O Lord) the floudes haue lyft vp theyr noyse, the floudes lyft vp the waues. ⁵ The waues of the see are myghtie, & rage horribly: but yet the Lorde that dwelleth on hye, is mightier. Thy testimonies, O Lorde, are very sure, holynesse becommeth thyne house for euer. ⁹⁴ ¹ O lord God to whome vengeaunce belongeth: thou God to whome vengeaunce belongeth, shewe thy selfe. ² Aryse thou iudge of the worlde, and rewarde the proude after theyr deseruynge. ³ Lord how longe shall the vngodly, how longe shall the vngodly triumphe? ⁴ Howe longe shall all wicked doers speake so disdaynfully, & make soch proude boasting? ⁵ They smyte down thy people, O Lorde, and trouble thyne heritage. ⁶ They murthur the wyddow and the straunger, and put the fatherlesse to death. ⁷ And yet they saye. Tush the Lorde shal not se, nether shall the God of Iacob regard it. ⁸ Take hede, ye vnwyse amonge the people, O ye fooles, whan will ye vnderstande? ⁹ He that planted the eare, shall he not heare? Or he that made the eye, shall not he se? ¹⁰ Or he that nurtureth the heathen, it is he that teacheth man knowlege, shal not he punysh? ¹¹ The Lorde knoweth the thoughtes of man, that they are but vayne. ¹² Blessed is the man, whome thou chastenest (O Lorde) & teachest hym in thy lawe. ¹³ That thou mayest geue hym pacience in tyme of aduersitie, vntyll the pyt be dygged vp for the vngodly. ¹⁴ For the Lorde will not fayle hys people, nether will he forsake his inheritaunce. ¹⁵ Untill righteousnes turne agayne vnto iudgement all soch as be true of hert shall folow it. ¹⁶ Who will ryse vp wt me agaynst the wicked? Or who will take my part agaynst the euell doers? ¹⁷ If the Lord had not helped me it had not failed, but my soule had bene put to sylence. ¹⁸ But when I sayd: my fote hath slipped, thy mercy (O Lord) helde me vp. ¹⁹ In the multitude of the sorowes that I had in my herte thy comfortes haue refreshed my soule. ²⁰ Wilt thou haue any thynge to do with the stoole of wickednesse, whiche ymagineth mischefe as a lawe? ²¹ They gather them together agaynste the soule of the righteous, and condemne the innocent bloude ²² But the Lord is my refuge, & my God is the strength of my confidence. ²³ He shall recompence them their wickednes and destroye them in their owne malice, yee the Lorde our God shall destroye them. ⁹⁵ ¹ O come, let vs synge vnto the Lord, let vs hertely reioyse in the strength of our saluacion. ² Let vs come before his presence wt thankesgeuynge, & shewe oure selfe glad in hym wt psalmes. ³ For the Lorde is a great God, & a great kynge aboue all goddes. ⁴ In his hande are all the corners of the earth, & the strength of the hylles is his also. ⁵ The see is hys, and he made it, & his handes prepared the drye lande. ⁶ O come, let vs worshyppe & fall downe, and knele before the Lord oure maker. ⁷ For he is oure God: and we are the people of his pasture, and the shepe of his handes. ⁸ To daye yf ye will heare his voyce, harden not your hertes, as in the prouokacion & as in the daye of temptacion in the wildernes. ⁹ When youre fathers tempted me, proued me, and saw my workes. ¹⁰ Fourty yeares long was I greued with that generacion, & sayd: it is a people that do erre in theyr hertes: for they haue not knowen my wayes. ¹¹ Unto whom I sware in my wrath that they shulde not enter in to my rest. ⁹⁶ ¹ O synge vnto the Lorde a new songe, synge vnto the Lorde all the whole earth. ² Synge vnto the Lorde, and prayse his name, be tellynge of his saluacion from daye to daye. ³ Declare hys honoure vnto the Heathen, and his wonders vnto all people. ⁴ For the Lord is great, and can not worthely be praysed: he is more to be feared then all goddes. ⁵ As for all the goddes of the Heathen, they be but Idols, but it is the Lorde that made the heauens. ⁶ Glorye and worshyppe are before hym, power & honoure are in hys Sanctuary. ⁷ Ascrybe vnto the Lord, (O ye kynredes of the people) ascrybe vnto the Lorde worshipe and power. ⁸ Ascrybe vnto the Lord the honoure due vnto his name, brynge presentes, & come into hys courtes. ⁹ O worshipe the Lord in the beutye of holynesse, lett the whole earth stande in awe of hym. ¹⁰ Tell it out amonge the Heathen, that the Lorde is kynge: and that it is he which hath made the rounde worlde so fast, that it can not be moued, and how that he shall iudge the people ryghteously. ¹¹ Let the heauens reioyse, and let the earth be glad: let the see make a noyse, and all that therin is. ¹² Let the felde be ioyfull and all that is in it, shall all the trees of the wodd reioyce. ¹³ before the Lorde, for he commeth: for he commeth to iudge the earth: and with righteousnesse to iudge the worlde, and the people with his trueth. ⁹⁷ ¹ The Lorde is kynge, the earth maye be glad therof: yee the multytude of the Iles maye be glad therof. ² Cloudes and darcknesse are rounde aboute hym, ryghteousnesse and iudgment are the habitacyon of his seate. ³ There shall go a fyre before hym, and burne vp hys enemyes on euery syde. ⁴ His lightenynges gaue shyne vnto the worlde, the earth sawe it and was afrayed. ⁵ The hilles melted lyke waxe at the presence of the Lorde, at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth. ⁶ The heauens haue declared his ryghteousnes, & all the people haue sene hys glory. ⁷ Confounded be all they that worshipe carued ymages, and that delyte in vayne goddes: worshipe hym all ye goddes. ⁸ Sion heard of it and reioysed: and the daughters of Iuda were glad because of thy iudgementes, O Lorde. ⁹ For thou Lorde art hyer then all that are in the earth, thou art exalted farre aboue all goddes. ¹⁰ O ye that loue the Lorde, se that ye hate the thynge whych is euell: the Lorde preserueth the soules of hys saynctes, he shall delyuer them from the hande of the vngodly. ¹¹ There is spronge vp a lyght for the ryghteous, and a ioyfull gladnesse for soch as be true herted. ¹² Reioyse in the Lorde, ye ryghteous: and geue thanckes for a remembraunce of his holynesse. ⁹⁸ ¹ A Psalme. O synge vnto the Lord a new songe, for he hath done maruelous thynges. ² With hys awne ryght hande and wyth his holy arme hath he gotten hym selfe the victory. ³ The Lord declared hys saluacyon, his ryghteousnes hath he openly shewed in the syght of the Heathen. ⁴ He hath remembred hys mercy and trueth towarde the house of Israel: and all the endes of the worlde haue sene the saluacyon of oure God. ⁵ Shewe youre selues ioyfull vnto the Lorde all ye landes, synge, reioyse, and geue thankes. ⁶ Prayse the Lorde vpon the harpe, synge to the harpe wyth a psalme of thanckesgeuyng. ⁷ With trompettes also and shawmes: O shewe youre selues ioyfull before the Lorde the kynge. ⁸ Let the see make a noyse and all that therin is, the rounde worlde, and they that dwell therin. ⁹ Let the floudes clappe their handes, and let the hylles be ioyfull together. Before the Lord, for he is come to iudge the earth. Wyth ryghteousnes shall he iudge the worlde, & the people with equite. ⁹⁹ ¹ The Lorde is kynge, be the people neuer so vnpacient: he sytteth betwene the Cherubins, be the earth neuer so vnquiet. ² The Lorde is greate in Sion, and hye aboue all people. ³ They shall geue thankes vnto thy name, which is great, wonderfull & holy. ⁴ The kynges power loueth iudgement, thou hast prepared equyte, thou hast executed iudgment and ryghteousnes in Iacob. ⁵ O magnifye the Lorde oure God, and fall downe before his fote stole, for he is holy. ⁶ Moses and Aaron among his preastes, and Samuel amonge soche as call vpon hys name: these called vpon the Lorde, and he hearde them. ⁷ He spake vnto them out of the cloudy pyller, for they kepte hys testimonyes, and the lawe that he gaue them. ⁸ Thou heardest them (O Lord oure God) thou forgauest them O God, and punyshedst theyr awne inuencyons. ⁹ O magnifye the Lorde oure God, and worshippe him vpon his holy hyll, for the Lorde oure God is holy. ¹⁰⁰ ¹ A Psalme for thankes geuynge. O be ioyfull in the Lorde (all ye landes) serue the Lorde with gladnes, and come before hys presence with a songe. ² Be ye sure, that the Lorde he is God: ³ It is he that hath made vs, and not we oure selues: we are his people, and the shepe of his pasture. ⁴ O go youre waye into hys gates with thanckesgeuyng, and into his courtes wyth prayse: be thankfull vnto hym, and speake good of hys name. ⁵ For the Lorde is gracyous, hys mercy is euerlastynge, and his treuth endureth from generacion to generacion. ¹⁰¹ ¹ A Psalme of Dauid. My songe shalbe of mercy and iudgment: vnto the (O Lord) will I synge. ² O let me haue vnderstandynge in the waye of godlynesse: Whan wylt thou come vnto me? I wyll walcke in my house with a perfecte herte. ³ I wyll take no wicked thinge in hand. I hate the synnes of vnfaythfulnesse, there shall no soch cleue vnto me. ⁴ A frowarde herte shall departe fro me, I wyll not knowe a wycked personne. ⁵ Who so preuely slaundreth hys neyghboure, hym will I destroye: Who so hath also a proude loke and an hye stomack, I wyll not suffre hym. ⁶ Myne eyes loke vnto soch as be faithfull in the lande, that they maye dwell with me: who so leadeth a godly lyfe, he shalbe my seruaunt. ⁷ There shall no disceatfull personne dwell in my house: he that telleth lyes, shall not tary in my syght. ⁸ I shall soone destroye all the vngodly that are in the lande, that I maye rote out all wycked doers from the cytie of the Lorde. ¹⁰² ¹ A prayer of the afflyct, when he hath an heuy hart, and powereth out hys complaynte before the Lorde. Heare my prayer, O Lorde, and lett my cryenge come in vnto the. ² Hyde not thy face fro me in the tyme of my trouble: enclyne thyne eares vnto me when I call, O heare me, and that ryght soone. ³ For my dayes are consumed awaye lyke smoke, and my bones are brent vp, as it were a fyre brande. ⁴ My hert is smytten downe and wythered lyke grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred. ⁵ For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wyll scarse cleue to my flesh. ⁶ I am become lyke a Pellycane of the wildernes, and lyke an owle that is in the deserte. ⁷ I haue watched, & am euen as it were a sparow, that sitteth alone vpon the house toppe. ⁸ Myne enemyes reuyle me all the daye longe: & they that are madd vpon me, are sworne together agaynst me. ⁹ For I haue eaten ashes as at were bred, and mengled my drynck with wepynge. ¹⁰ And that because of thyne indignacyon & wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, & cast me downe. ¹¹ My dayes are gone lyke a shadowe, and I am wythered lyke grasse. ¹² But thou, O Lord, shalt endure for euer, and thy remembraunce thorow out all generacyons. ¹³ Thou shalt aryse, & haue mercy vpon Sion, for it is tyme that thou haue mercy vpon her, yee the tyme is come. ¹⁴ And why: thy seruauntes thinck vpon her stones, and it pitieth them to se her in the dust. ¹⁵ The Heathen shall feare thy name, O Lord, & all the kynges of the earth thy maiesty. ¹⁶ Whan the Lord shall buylde vp Sion, and whan his glory shal apeare: ¹⁷ Whan he turneth him vnto the prayer of the poore destitute, & despyseth not theyr desyre. ¹⁸ This shalbe wrytten for those that come after: & the people which shalbe borne, shall prayse the Lord. ¹⁹ For he hath loked downe from his Sanctuary, out of the heauen dyd the Lorde beholde the earth. ²⁰ That he might heare the mournynges of soch as be in captiuite, and delyuer the chyldren appoynted vnto death. ²¹ That they maye declare the name of the Lorde in Sion, and his worshipe at Ierusalem: ²² When the people are gathered together, & the kyngdomes also to serue the Lorde. ²³ He brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes. ²⁴ But I sayed: O my God, take me not awaye in the myddest of myne age: as for thy yeares, they endure thorow out all generacions. ²⁵ Thou Lorde in the begynnyng hast layed the foundacyon of the earth, and the heauens are the worcke of thy handes. ²⁶ They shall perishe, but thou shalt endure: they all shall wexe olde as doth a garment, ²⁷ and as a vesture shalt thou chaunge them, and they shalbe chaunged. But thou art the same, and thy yeares shall not fayle. ²⁸ The children of thy seruauntes shall contynue, & their sede shall stonde fast in thy syght. ¹⁰³ ¹ Of Dauid. Prayse the Lord, O my soule, and all that is wtin me prayse his holy name. ² Prayse the Lorde, O my soule, and forget not all hys benefytes. ³ Whych forgeueth all thy synne, & healeth all thyn infirmities. ⁴ Which saueth thy lyfe from destruccyon, and crowneth the with mercy and louynge kyndnesse. ⁵ Whych satisfyeth thy mouth wyth good thynges, makyng the yonge and lusty as an Aegle. ⁶ The Lorde executeth ryghteousnesse and iudgment, for all them that are oppressed with wronge. ⁷ He shewed hys wayes vnto Moses, hys worckes vnto the chyldren of Israel. ⁸ The Lord is full of compassyon & mercy, longe sufferyng, and of great goodnesse. ⁹ He will not allwaye be chydynge, nether kepeth he his anger for euer. ¹⁰ He hath not dealt with vs after oure synnes, ner rewarded vs according to oure wyckednesses. ¹¹ For loke how hye the heauen is in comparison of the earth, so greate is hys mercy also towarde them that feare him. ¹² Loke how wyde also the east is from the west, so farre hath he set oure synnes from vs. ¹³ Yee like as a father pitieth his awne children, euen so is the Lorde mercyfull vnto them that feare him. ¹⁴ For he knoweth wherof we be made, he remembreth that we are but dust. ¹⁵ The dayes of man are but as grasse, for he florisheth as a floure of the felde. ¹⁶ For as soone as the wynde goeth ouer it, it is gone, and the place therof shall knowe it nomore. ¹⁷ But the mercyful goodnesse of the Lorde endureth for euer & euer, vpon them that feare him, & hys ryghteousnesse vpon chylders chyldren. ¹⁸ Euen vpon soch as kepe his couenaunt, & thincke vpon hys commaundementes to do them. ¹⁹ The Lord hath prepared hys seate in heauen, and kis kyngdome ruleth ouer all. ²⁰ O prayse the Lorde ye angels of his, ye that excell in strength: ye that fulfyll his commaundement, & herken vnto the voyce of his wordes. ²¹ O prayse the Lord all ye his Hostes, ye seruauntes of his, that do his pleasure. ²² O speake good of the Lord all ye workes of his, in all places of his dominion: prayse thou the Lorde, O my soule. ¹⁰⁴ ¹ Prayse the Lord O my soule: O Lord my God, thou art become exceadynge glorious, thou art clothed with maiesty and honoure. ² Thou deckest thy selfe with lyght, as it were with a garment, and spredest out the heauens lyke a curtayne. ³ Which layeth the beames of his chambers in the waters, & maketh the cloudes his charet, & walketh vpon the wynges of the wynde. ⁴ He maketh his angels spretes, and his mynisters a flamynge fyre. ⁵ He layed the foundacyon of the earth, that it neuer shulde moue at eny tyme. ⁶ Thou coueredst it wt the depe lyke as wyth a garment: the waters stande in the hylles. ⁷ At thy rebuke they flye, at the voyce of thy thonder they are afrayed. ⁸ They go vp as hye as the hylles, and downe to the valleys beneth: euen vnto the place, which thou hast appoynted for them. ⁹ Thou hast set them their boundes, which they shall not passe: nether turne agayne to couer the earth. ¹⁰ He sendeth the springes into the ryuers, which runne among the hylles. ¹¹ All beastes of the felde dryncke therof: and the wylde asses quench theyr thyrste. ¹² Besyde them shall the foules of the ayre haue theyr habitacyon, & synge amonge the braunches. ¹³ He watreth the hylles from aboue, the earth is fylled wyth the frute of thy worckes. ¹⁴ He bryngeth forth grasse for the cattell, and grene herbe for the seruice of men: ¹⁵ that he maye brynge fode out of the earth: and wyne that maketh glad the herte of man, and oyle to make him a chearfull countenaunce, and bred to strength mans herte. ¹⁶ The trees of the Lord also are full of sappe, euen the Cedres of Libanus which he hath planted. ¹⁷ Wherin the byrdes make their nestes, and the fyrre trees are a dwellyng for the storcke. ¹⁸ The hye hilles are a refuge for the wilde goates, and so are the stony rockes for the conyes. ¹⁹ He appoynted the Moone for certayne seasons, and the Sunne knoweth hys goynge downe. ²⁰ Thou makest darcknesse, that it maye be night, wherin all the beastes of the forest do moue. ²¹ The lyons roaring after their praye to seke theyr meate at God. ²² The sunne aryseth, and they get them awaye together, and lye them downe in their dennes. ²³ Man goeth forth to his worcke, and to hys laboure vntyll the euenyng. ²⁴ O Lorde, how manifolde are thy worckes? in wysdome hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy ryches. ²⁵ So is this greate and wyde see also, wherin are thynges crepynge innumerable, both small and greate beastes. ²⁶ There go the shippes, and there is that Leuiathan, whom thou hast made, to take hys pastyme therin. ²⁷ These wayte all vpon the, that thou mayest geue them meate in due season. ²⁸ When thou geuest it them, they gather it: and when thou openest thyne hand, they are fylled with good. ²⁹ When thou hydest thy face, they are troubled: whan thou takest awaye their breth, they dye, and are turned agayne to their dust. ³⁰ When thou lettest thy breth goo forth, they shalbe mad, and thou shalt renue the face of the earth. ³¹ The glorious maiesty of the Lord shall endure for euer, the Lorde shall reioyse in hys worckes. ³² The earth shall tremble at the loke of hym: yf he do but touch the hylles, they shall smoke. ³³ I wyll synge vnto the Lorde as longe as I lyue, I will prayse my God whyle I haue my beynge. ³⁴ And so shall my wordes please him: my ioye shalbe in the Lorde. ³⁵ As for synners, they shalbe consumed out of the earth, and the vngodly shall come to an ende: prayse thou the Lorde, O my soule. Prayse the Lorde. ¹⁰⁵ ¹ O geue thankes vnto the Lorde, and cal vpon hys name: tell the people, what thynges he hath done. ² O let your songes be of hym: and prayse hym, and let youre talkynge be of all hys wonderous worckes. ³ Reioyse in his holy name, let the hert of them reioyse, that seke the Lorde. ⁴ Seke the Lord, and his strength, seke his face euermore. ⁵ Remembre the maruelous worckes that he hath done, his wonders and the iudgmentes of his mouth. ⁶ O ye sede of Abraham his seruaunt, ye chyldren of Iacob his chosen. ⁷ He is the Lorde oure God: his iudgementes are in all the worlde. ⁸ He hath bene alwaye myndfull of hys couenaunt, and promyse that he made to a thousand generacions. ⁹ Euen the couenaunt that he made with Abraham, and the ooth that he sware vnto Isahac. ¹⁰ And apoynted the same vnto Iacob for a lawe, and to Israel for an euerlastynge testament. ¹¹ Sayenge: vnto the wyll I geue the lande of Canaan, the lot of youre inherytaunce. ¹² When there was yet but a fewe of them, and they straungers in the lande. ¹³ What tyme as they went from one nacion to another, from one kyngdome to another people. ¹⁴ He suffred no man to do them wrong, but reproued euen kynges for their sakes. ¹⁵ Touch not myne anoynted, & do my prophetes no harme. ¹⁶ Morouer, he called for a darth vpon the lande, and destroyed all the prouisyon of bread. ¹⁷ But he had sent a man before them, euen Ioseph whych was solde to be a bonde seruaunt. ¹⁸ Whose fete they hurt in the stockes the yron entred into his soule. ¹⁹ Untill the tyme came that his cause was knowne, the worde of the Lord tryed him. ²⁰ The kyng sent and delyuered him: the prince of the people let him go fre. ²¹ He made him Lorde also his of house, and ruler of all his substaunce. ²² That he might enfourme his princes after his will, & teach his Senatours wysdome. ²³ Israel also came into Egypte, and Iacob was a straunger in the land of Ham. ²⁴ And he increased his people exceadingly, and made them stronger then their enemies. ²⁵ Whose hert turned, so that they hated his people, & dealt vntruly with his seruauntes. ²⁶ Then sent he Moses his seruaunt, and Aaron, whom he had chosen. ²⁷ And these shewed his tokens amonge them, and wonders in the lande of Ham. ²⁸ He sent darcknesse, & it was darcke, and they were not obedyent vnto hys worde. ²⁹ He turned theyr waters into bloude, and slewe their fyshe. ³⁰ Their land brought forth frogges, yee euen in their kynges chambers. ³¹ He spake the worde, and their came all maner of flyes, and lyce in all their quarters. ³² He gaue them hayle stones for rayne, and flammes of fyre in their lande. ³³ He smote these vines also and fyge trees, & destroyed the trees that were in their coastes. ³⁴ He spake the worde, and the greshoppers came, & catyrpyllers innumerable. ³⁵ And dyd eate vp all the grasse in their land, and deuoured the frute of their grounde. ³⁶ He smote all the fyrst borne in their lande, euen the chefe of all theyr strength. ³⁷ He brought them forth also wt syluer and golde, there was not one feble persone among their trybes. ³⁸ Egypte was glad at their departyng, for they were afrayed of them. ³⁹ He spred out a cloude to be a coueryng, and fyre to geue lyght in the nightceason. ⁴⁰ At their desyre, he brought quayles, and he fylled them with the bread of heauen. ⁴¹ He opened the rocke of stone, and the waters flowed out: so that ryuers ranne in the drye places. ⁴² For why? he remembred hys holy promes, and Abraham his seruaunt. ⁴³ And he brought forth his people with ioye, and his chosen wt gladnesse. ⁴⁴ And gaue them the landes of the Heathen, and they toke the labours of the people in possessyon. ⁴⁵ That they myght kepe hys statutes, and obserue hys lawes. Prayse the Lorde. ¹⁰⁶ ¹ Prayse the Lorde. O geue thancke vnto the Lorde, for he is gracyous, and his mercy endureth for euer. ² Who can expresse the noble actes of the Lorde or shewe forth all hys prayse? ³ Blessed are they that allwaye kepe iudgement, and do ryghteousnes. ⁴ Remembre me, O Lorde, accordynge to the fauoure that thou bearest vnto thy people: O vyset me wyth thy saluacyon. ⁵ That I maye se the felicite of thy chosen, and reioyse in the gladnesse of thy people, & geue thankes wyth thyne enherytaunce. ⁶ We haue synned wyth oure fathers, we haue done amysse, and dealt wyckedly. ⁷ Oure fathers regarded not thy wonders in Egypte, nether kepte they thy greate goodnesse in remembraunce: but were disobedient at the see, euen at the reed see. ⁸ Neuertheles, he helped them for hys names sake, that he myght make hys power to be knowne. ⁹ He rebuked the reed see also, & it was dryed vp: so he ledd them thorow the depe as thorow a wyldernesse. ¹⁰ And he saued them from the aduersaries hande, and delyuered them from the hande of the enemye. ¹¹ As for those that troubled them, the waters ouerwhelmed them, there was not one of them left. ¹² Then beleued they hys wordes, and sange prayse vnto hym. ¹³ But wythin a whyle they forgat hys worckes, & wolde not abyde hys councell. ¹⁴ But lust came vpon them in the wildernesse, and they tempted God in the deserte. ¹⁵ And he gaue them their desyre, and sent leanesse withall in to their soule. ¹⁶ They angred Moses also in the tentes, and Aaron the sayncte of the Lorde. ¹⁷ So the earth opened, and swalowed vp Dathan, & couered the congregacion of Abiram. ¹⁸ And the fyre was kyndled in their company, the flame brent vp the vngodly. ¹⁹ They made a calfe in Horeb, and worshipped the molten ymage. ²⁰ Thus they turned their glory into the similitude of a calfe, that eateth haye. ²¹ And they forgat God their Sauioure, which had done so greate thynges in Egipte. ²² Wonderous worckes in the lande of Ham, and fearfull thinges by the reed see. ²³ So he sayd he wolde haue destroyed them, had not Moses his chosen stande before hym in that gappe: to turne awaye his wrathful indignacion, lest he shulde destroye them. ²⁴ Yee they thought scorne of that pleasaunt lande, and gaue no credence vnto his word. ²⁵ But murmured in their tentes, and herkened not vnto the voyce of the Lorde. ²⁶ Then lyft he vp his hand agaynst them, to ouerthrowe them in the wildernes. ²⁷ To cast out their sede amonge the nacions, and to scater them in the landes. ²⁸ They ioyned them selues vnto Baal Peor, and eate the offeringes of the deed. ²⁹ Thus they prouoked him vnto anger with their awne inuencions and the plage was greate amonge them. ³⁰ Then stode vp Phinehes and prayed, & so the plage ceased. ³¹ And that was counted vnto him for righteousnesse, amonge all posterites for euermore. ³² They angered him also at the waters of stryfe, so that he punyshed Moses for their sakes. ³³ Because they prouoked his sprete, so that he spake vnaduisedly with his lyppes. ³⁴ Nether destroyed they the Heathen, as the Lorde commaunded them. ³⁵ But were myngled among the Heathen, and lerned their worckes. ³⁶ In so moch that they worshipped their ydoles, which turned to their awne decaye. ³⁷ Yee they offred their sonnes and their daughters vnto deuel ³⁸ And shed innocent bloude, euen the bloude of their sonnes & of their daughters, whom they offred vnto the ydoles of Canaan, and the lande was defyled with bloud. ³⁹ Thus were they stayned with their awne worckes, and went a whorynge wyth their awne inuencions. ⁴⁰ Therfore was the wrath of the Lorde kynled agaynst hys people, in so moch that he abhorred hys awne enheritaunce. ⁴¹ And he gaue them ouer into the hande of the Heathen, and they that hated them, were lordes ouer them. ⁴² Their enemyes oppressed them, and had them in subieccion. ⁴³ Many a tyme did he delyuer them, but they rebelled agaynst him with their awne inuencions, & were brought downe in their wyckednesse. ⁴⁴ Neuerthelesse, when he sawe their aduersyte, he herde their complaynte. ⁴⁵ He thought vpon his couenaunt, & pytied them, accordyng vnto the multitude of his mercyes. ⁴⁶ Yee he made all those that had ledd them awaye captiue, to pytie them. ⁴⁷ Delyuer vs (O Lorde oure God) and gather vs from amonge the Heathen: that we maye geue thanckes to thy holy name, & make oure boast of thy prayse. ⁴⁸ Blessed be the Lorde God of Israel from euerlastyng and worlde without ende, & let all people saye: Amen, Amen. Prayse the Lord ¹⁰⁷ ¹ O geue thanckes vnto the Lord, for he is gracyous, and his mercy endureth for euer. ² Let them geue thanckes whom the Lorde hath redemed, and delyuered from the hande of the enemye. ³ And gathered them out of the landes, from the East, and from the west, from the North and from the South. ⁴ They went a straye in the wildernesse out of the waye, & founde no citie to dwel in. ⁵ Hongrie & thirstye: their soule faynted in them. ⁶ So they cryed vnto the Lorde in their trouble, and he delyuered them from their distresse. ⁷ He led them forth by the ryght waye, that they myght go to the cytie where they dwelt. ⁸ O that men wolde therfor prayse the Lorde, for his goodnes, and declare the wonders that he doth for the chyldren of men. ⁹ For he satisfyed the emptie soule, and filled the hongrye soule with goodnesse. ¹⁰ Soch as syt in darcknesse & in the shadow of death, beyng fast bound in mysery & yron. ¹¹ Because they rebelled agaynst the wordes of the Lorde, and lyghtly regarded the councell of the most hyghest, ¹² He also brought downe their hart thorow heuinesse: they fell downe, & there was noue to helpe them. ¹³ So whan they cried vnto the Lord in their trouble, he deliuered them out of their distresse ¹⁴ For he brought them out of darcknesse & out of the shadow of death, & brake their bondes in sonder. ¹⁵ O that men wold therfore prayse the Lorde for hys goodnesse: & declare the wonders that he doth for the children of men. ¹⁶ For he hath broken the gates of brasse, and smytten the barres of yron in sonder, ¹⁷ Folysh men are plaged for their offence, & because of their wyckednesse. ¹⁸ Their soule abhorred all maner of meat, and they were euen hard at deathes dore. ¹⁹ So whan they cryed vnto the Lord in their trouble, he delyuered them out of their dystresse. ²⁰ He sent his word, and healed them, and they were saued from their destruccion. ²¹ O that men wold therfore prayse the Lorde for hys goodnesse, and declare the wonders that he doth for the chyldren of men. ²² That they wold offre vnto hym the sacrifyce of thanckesgeuyng, and tell out hys worckes wt gladnes. ²³ They that go downe to the see in shyppes, and occupie their busynesse in great waters. ²⁴ These men se the worckes of the Lord, and his wonders in the deape. ²⁵ For at his word, the stormy wynd ariseth, which lyfteth vp the waues therof. ²⁶ They are caryed vp to the heauen, and downe agayne to the deape, their soule melteth awaye because of the trouble. ²⁷ They rele to and fro, and stacker lyke a droncken man, & are at their wittes ende. ²⁸ So whan they crye vnto the Lord in their trouble, he delyuereth them out of their distresse. ²⁹ For he maketh the storme to ceasse, so that the waues therof are styll. ³⁰ Then are they glad because they be at rest, and so he bryngeth them vnto the hauen where they wolde be. ³¹ O that men wold therfore prayse the Lorde for hys goodnes, and declare the wondres that he doth for the children of men. ³² That they wolde exalte him also in the congregacion of the people, and loaue him in the seat of the elders. ³³ Which turneth the floudes into a wildernesse: and dryeth vp the water sprynges. ³⁴ A frutefull lande maketh he baren, for the wyckednesse of them that dwell therin. ³⁵ Agayne, he maketh the wildernes a standynge water, and water sprynges of a drye ground. ³⁶ And there he setteth the hongrie, that they maye buylde them a cytie to dwell in ³⁷ That they maye sowe their londe, and plante vyneyardes, to yelde them frutes of increase. ³⁸ He blesseth them, so that they multiplye exceadingly, and suffreth not their catell to decrease. ³⁹ And agayne: when they are minished and brought lowe thorow oppression, thorow eny plag or trouble. ⁴⁰ Though he suffre them to be euell intreated thorowe tyrauntes, and lett them wandre out of the waye in the wildernesse. ⁴¹ Yet helpeth he the poore out of misery, & maketh him housholdes lyke a flocke of shepe. ⁴² The ryghteous wyll consydre this, and reioyse, & the mouth of all wyckednesse shall be stopped. ⁴³ Who so is wyse, wyll pondre these thynges: and they shall vnderstand the louyng kyndnesses of the Lord. ¹⁰⁸ ¹ A songe and a Psalme of Dauid. O god my hert is ready I will synge, and geue prayse, wt the best membre that I haue. ² Awake thou lute and harpe, I my selfe wyll awake ryght early. ³ I will geue thanckes vnto the (O Lorde) among the people, I wyll synge prayses vnto the among the nacions. ⁴ For thy mercy is greater then the heauens and thy trueth reacheth vnto the cloudes. ⁵ Set vp thy selfe (O God) aboue the heauens, and thy glory aboue all the earth. ⁶ That thy beloued maye be delyuered: let thy ryght hande saue them, and heare thou me. ⁷ God hath spoken in his holynes, I wyll reioyse. therfore, and deuyde Sichem, and meete out the valley of Suchoth. ⁸ Gilead is myne, and Manasses is myne, Ephraim also is the strength of my head, ⁹ Iuda is my lawgeuer. Moab is my washpotte, ouer Edom will I cast out my shoe: vpon Philistea will I triumphe. ¹⁰ Who wyll leade me in to the stronge cytie? And who wyll bryng me in to Edom? ¹¹ Hast not thou forsaken vs (O God)? And wilt not thou God, go forth with oure hostes? ¹² O helpe vs agaynst the enemye: for vayne is the helpe of man. ¹³ Thorow God we shall do great actes: & it is he, that shall treade downe our enemyes. ¹⁰⁹ ¹ To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid Holde not thy tonge (O God) of my prayse. For the mouth of the vngodly, yee and the mouth of the disceatfull is opened vpon me, ² & they haue spoken against me with false tonges. They compased me about also with wordes of hatred, & fought agaynst me without a cause. ³ For the loue that I had vnto them, lo, they take now my contrary part, but I geue my self vnto prayer. ⁴ Thus haue they rewarded me euell for good, and hatred for my good wyll. ⁵ Set thou an vngodly man to be ruler ouer hym, and let Satan stande at his ryght hande. ⁶ When sentence is geuen vpon him, let him be condemned, and let his prayer be turned into synne. ⁷ Let his dayes be few, and let another take his office. ⁸ Let his chyldren be fatherlesse, and his wyfe a wydow. ⁹ Let his children be vagaboundes, & begg their bred: lett them seke it also out of desolate places. ¹⁰ Let the extorcioner consume all that he hath, and let straungers spoyle his laboure. ¹¹ Let there be no man to petye hym, ner to haue compassyon vpon his fatherlesse chyldren. ¹² Let his posterite be destroyed, and in the next generacyon let hys name be cleane put out. ¹³ Let the wickednesse of hys fathers be had in remembraunce in the syght of the Lorde, and let not the synne of his mother be done awaye. ¹⁴ Let them alwaye be before the Lorde, that he maye rote out the memoriall of them from of the earth. ¹⁵ And that because hys mynde was not to do good, but persecuted the poore helplesse man, that he myght slaye him, that was vexed at the hert ¹⁶ His delyte was in cursyng, & it shall happen vnto him: he loued not blessyng, therfore shall it be farre from him. ¹⁷ He clothed him self with cursyng lyke as with a rayment: & it shall come in to his bowels lyke water, and lyke oyle in to hys bones. ¹⁸ Lett it be vnto him as the cloke that he hath vpon him, and as the gyrdle that he is allwaye gyrded wt all. ¹⁹ Let it thus happen from the Lorde vnto myne enemyes, and to those that speake euell agaynst my soule. ²⁰ But deale thou wt me (O Lorde God) accordyng vnto thy name, for swete is thy mercy. ²¹ O delyuer me, for I am helplesse and poore, & my hert is wounded within me. ²² I go hence lyke the shadow that departeth, and am dryuen awaye as the greshopper. ²³ My knees are weake thorow fastyng, my flesh is dryed vp for want of fatnesse. ²⁴ I became also a rebuke vnto them: they that loked vpon me, shaked their heades. ²⁵ Helpe me (O Lord my God) oh saue me accordynge to thy mercye. ²⁶ And they shall know, how that thys is thy hand, and that thou Lord hast done it. ²⁷ Though they curse, yet blesse thou: ²⁸ and let them be confounded, that ryse vp agaynst me, but let thy seruaunt reioyse. ²⁹ Lett myne aduersaryes be clothed with shame: and let them couer them selues wt their owne confusion, as wt a cloake. ³⁰ As for me, I wyll geue great thanckes vnto the Lorde with my mouth, and prayse him among the multitude. ³¹ For he shall stand at the ryght hand of the poore, to saue his soule from vnryghteous iudges. ¹¹⁰ ¹ A Psalme of Dauid. The Lorde sayde vnto my Lorde: Syt thou on my ryght hand, vntill I make thine enemyes thy fotestole. ² The Lord shall sende the rodde of thy power out of Sion, be thou ruler euen in the myddest among thyne enemyes. ³ In the daye of thy power shall thy people offre the frewyll offrynges wt an holy worshippe, the dewe of thy byrth is of the wombe of the mornyng. ⁴ The Lord sware, & wyll not repent: Thou art a prest for euer after the order of Melchisedec. ⁵ The Lorde vpon thy ryght hande, shall wounde euen kynges in the daye of his wrath. ⁶ He shall be iudge among the Heathen, he shall fyll the places with deed bodyes, & smyte a sonder the heades ouer diuerse countres. ⁷ He shall dryncke of the broke in the waye, therfore shall he lyft vp his head. ¹¹¹ ¹ Prayse the Lorde. I Wyll geue thanckes vnto the Lord with my whole hert: secretly among the faithfull, and in the congregacion. ² The worckes of the Lorde are great, sought out of all them that haue pleasure therin. ³ His worcke is worthy to be praysed & had in honoure, and his ryghteousnesse endureth for euer. ⁴ The mercyfull & gracyous Lorde hath so done his maruelous workes, that they ought to be had in remembraunce. ⁵ He hath geuen meat vnto them that feare him, he shal euer be mindfull of hys couenaunt. ⁶ He hath shewed his people the power of his worckes, that he maye geue them the herytage of the Heathen. ⁷ The worckes of his handes are veryte & iudgement, all his commaundmentes are true. ⁸ They stand fast for euer and euer, and are done in trueth and equite. ⁹ He sent redempcyon vnto his people, he hath commaunded his couenaunt for euer, holy and reuerent is his name. ¹⁰ The feare of the Lorde is the begynning of wisdome, a good vnderstandyng haue all they that do therafter: the prayse of it endureth for euer. ¹¹² ¹ Prayse the Lorde. Blessed is the man that feareth the Lord, he hath great delyte in hys commaundmentes. ² His sede shall be myghtye vpon earth: the generacyon of the faytfull shalbe blessed: ³ Ryches and plenteousnesse shalbe in hys house, and his ryghteousnes endureth for euer. ⁴ Unto the godly there aryseth vp lyght in the darcknesse he is mercyfull, louyng and ryghteous. ⁵ A good man is mercyfull, and lendeth: and wyll gyde his wordes wt discrecion. ⁶ For he shall neuer be moued: and the ryghteous shall be had in an euerlasting remembraunce. ⁷ He will not be afrayed for eny euell tydinges, for his hert standeth fast, and beleueth in in the Lord. ⁸ His hert is stablished: & will not shryncke, vntill he se his desyre vpon his enemyes. ⁹ He hath sparsed abroad, and geuen to the poore: and his ryghteousnes remayneth for euer, hys horne shalbe exalted wyth honoure. ¹⁰ The vngodly shall se it, and it shall greue him: he shall gnash with his teeth, & consume awaye: the desyre of the vngodly shall perysh. ¹¹³ ¹ Prayse the Lorde. Prayse the Lord (ye seruauntes) O prayse the name of the Lorde. ² Blessed be the name of the Lorde, from thys tyme forth for euermore. ³ The Lordes name is praysed, from the risyng vp of the Sunne vnto the goynge downe of the same. ⁴ The Lord is hye aboue all Heathen, and his glory aboue the heauens. ⁵ Who is lyke vnto the Lorde oure God, that hath hys dwellyng so hye, ⁶ & yet humbleth him self, to behold the thynges that are in heauen & earth? ⁷ He taketh vp the simple out of the dust, and lyfteth the poore out of the myre. ⁸ That he maye sett him with the princes, euen with the prynces of his people. ⁹ He maketh the baren woman to kepe house, and to be a ioyfull mother of children. Prayse the Lorde. ¹¹⁴ ¹ When Israel came out of Egypt, and the house of Iacob from amonge that straung people. ² Iuda was his Sanctuary, and Israell his domynion. ³ The see sawe that, and fled Iordan was dryuen backe. ⁴ The mountaynes skipped lyke rammes, and the lytle hilles lyke yonge shepe. ⁵ What ayleth the, O thou see, that thou fleddest? and thou Iordan, that thou wast dryuen backe? ⁶ Ye mountaynes, that ye skypped lyke rammes: & ye lytle hylles, lyke yong shepe? ⁷ Tremble thou erth at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the God of Iacob. ⁸ Which turned the hard rocke in to a standynge water, and the flynt stone into a spryngynge well. ¹¹⁵ ¹ Not vnto vs (O Lorde) not vnto vs, but vnto thy name geue the prayse, for thy louing mercy, & for thy truthes sake. ² Wherfore shall the Heathen saye: where is now their God? ³ As for oure God, he is in heauen, he hath done whatsoeuer pleased him. ⁴ Their ydoles are syluer and gold, euen the worcke of mens handes. ⁵ They haue mouth, and speake not: eyes haue they, and se not. ⁶ They haue eares, & heare not: noses haue they, and smell not. ⁷ They haue handes and handle not: fete haue they, and walke not, nether speake they thorow their throte. ⁸ They that make them, are lyke vnto them, and so are all soch as put their trust in them. ⁹ But Israel trust thou in the Lord, he his their succoure & defence. ¹⁰ Ye house of Aaron put youre trust in the Lorde: he is their helper, and defender. ¹¹ Ye that feare the Lorde, put youre trust in the Lord, he is their helper and defender. ¹² The Lorde hath bene myndfull of vs, and he shall blesse vs: euen he shall blesse the house of Israel, he shall blesse the house of Aaron. ¹³ He shall blesse them that feare the Lorde, both small and great. ¹⁴ The Lorde shall encrease you more and more: you, & youre children. ¹⁵ Ye are the blessed of the Lord, which made heauen & earth. ¹⁶ All the whole heauens are the Lordes, the earth hath he geuen vnto the children of men. ¹⁷ The deed prayse not the (O Lord) nether all they that go downe in to the sylence. ¹⁸ But we wyll prayse the Lorde, from thys tyme forth for euermore. Prayse the Lorde. ¹¹⁶ ¹ I Am well pleased, that the Lorde hath herd the voyce of my prayer. ² That he hath enclined his eare vnto me, therfore will I call vpon him as longe as I lyue. ³ The snares of death compased me round about, and the paynes of hell gat hold vpon me, ⁴ I shall fynde trouble and heuynesse, and I shall call vpon the name of the Lorde (O Lord) I besech the delyuer my soule. ⁵ Gracious is the Lorde, and ryghteous, yee oure God is mercyfull. ⁶ The Lord preserueth the symple: I was in mysery, and he helped me. ⁷ Turne agayne then vnto thy rest, O my soule, for the Lorde hath rewarded the. ⁸ And why thou hast delyuered my soule from death, mine eyes from teares, and my fete from fallyng. ⁹ I will walcke before the Lord, in the land of the lyuyng. ¹⁰ I beleued, and therfore wyll I speake, but I was sore troubled. ¹¹ I sayd in my hast: All men are lyers. ¹² What reward shall I geue vnto the Lorde, for all the benefytes that he hath done vnto me? ¹³ I wyll receaue the cuppe of saluacion, and call vpon the name of the Lord. ¹⁴ I wyll paye my vowes now in the presence of all his people, ryght deare in the syght of the Lorde is the death of hys saynctes. ¹⁵ Behold (O Lorde) how that I am thy seruaunt: I am thy seruaunt, ¹⁶ and the sonne of thy handmayde, thou hast broken my bondes in sonder. ¹⁷ I wyll offre to the, the sacrifyce of thanckesgeuynge, and wyll call vpon the name of the Lord. ¹⁸ I wyll paye my vowes vnto the Lord in the syght of all his people, ¹⁹ in the courtes of the Lordes house, euen in the myddest of the, O Ierusalem. Prayse the Lorde. ¹¹⁷ ¹ O prayse the Lord all ye Heithen, prayse him all ye nacions. ² For his mercyfull kyndnes is euermore and more toward vs, and the truth of the Lord endureth for euer. Prayse the Lorde. ¹¹⁸ ¹ O geue thanckes vnto the Lorde, for he hys gracious, because hys mercy endureth for euer. ² Let Israel now confesse, that his mercy endureth for euer. ³ Let the house of Aaron now confesse, that his mercy endureth for euer. ⁴ Yee let them now that feare the Lord confesse, that his mercy endureth for euer. ⁵ I called vpon the Lord in trouble, and the Lord herd me at large. ⁶ The Lord is on my syde, I wyll not feare what man doeth vnto me. ⁷ The Lorde taketh my parte wt them that help me: therfore shall I se my desyre vpon myne enemyes. ⁸ It is better to trust in the Lord, then to put eny confydence in man. ⁹ It is better to trust in the Lorde, then to put eny confydence in prynces. ¹⁰ All nacions compased me rounde about, but in the name of the Lorde will I destroy them. ¹¹ They kept me in on euery syde, they kept me in (I saye) on euery syde, but in the name of the Lorde, I wyll destroye them. ¹² They came aboute me lyke bees, and are extincte, euen as the fyre amonge the thornes, for in the name of the Lorde I wyl destroye them. ¹³ Thou hast thrust sore at me, that I myght fall, but the Lorde was my helpe. ¹⁴ The Lorde is my strength, & my songe, and is become my saluacion. ¹⁵ The voyce of ioye and health is in the dwellynges of the ryghteous: the ryght hande of the Lorde bryngeth myghtye thynges to passe. ¹⁶ The ryght hande of the Lorde hath the preeminence, the ryght hande of the Lorde bryngeth mightie thynges to passe. ¹⁷ I wyll not dye, but lyue, and declare the workes of the Lorde. ¹⁸ The Lorde hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death. ¹⁹ Open me the gates of righteousnes, that I may go into them, & geue thankes vnto the Lorde. ²⁰ Thys is the gate of the Lorde, the ryghteous shal entre into it. ²¹ I wyl thanke the, for thou hast herde me, and arte become my saluacion. ²² The same stone whyche the buylders refused, is become the heade stone in the corner. ²³ Thys was the Lordes doynge, and it is maruelous in oure eyes. ²⁴ Thys is the daye, whych the Lorde hath made, we wyll reioyse and be glad in it. ²⁵ Helpe now O Lorde, o Lorde, sende vs nowe prosperitie. ²⁶ Blessed be he that commeth in the name of the Lorde, we haue wyshed you good lucke, ye that be of the house of the Lorde. ²⁷ God is the Lorde, Whyche hath shewed vs lyght: bynde the sacrifice with coardes, yee euen vnto the hornes of the aulter ²⁸ Thou arte my God, and I wyll thanke the: thou arte my God and I wyl prayse the. ²⁹ O geue thankes vnto the Lorde, for he is gracious and hys mercye endureth for euer. ¹¹⁹ ¹ Blessed are those that be vndefyled in the waye: and walke in the lawe of the Lorde. ² Blessed are they that kepe hys testimonies, and seke hym wyth theyr whole herte. ³ For they whych do no wyckednes, walke in hys wayes. ⁴ Thou hast charged that we shall diligently kepe thy commaundementes. ⁵ O that my wayes were made so directe, that I myght kepe thy statutes. ⁶ So shall I not be confounded, whyle I haue respecte vnto al thy commaundementes. ⁷ I wyl thanke the wyth an vnfayned herte, whan I shall haue learned the iudgementes of thy ryghteousnesse ⁸ I wyll kepe thy ceremonies, O forsake me not vtterly. ⁹ Where wyth all shall a yonge man clense hys waye? Euen by rulynge hymselfe after thy worde. ¹⁰ Wyth my whole herte haue I sought the. O let me not go wronge out of thy commaundementes. ¹¹ Thy wordes haue I hyd wythin my herte, that I shulde not synne agaynst the. ¹² Blessed art thou O Lorde, O teach me thy statutes. ¹³ Wyth my lyppes haue I bene tellynge of all the iudgementes of thy mouth. ¹⁴ I haue hadde as great delyte in the waye of thy testimonies, as in all maner of ryches. ¹⁵ I wyll talke of thy commaundementes, and haue respect vnto thy wayes. ¹⁶ My delyte shalbe in thy statutes, and I wyll not forget thy worde. ¹⁷ O do wel vnto thy seruaunt, that I may lyue and kepe thy worde. ¹⁸ Open thou mine eyes, that I maye se the wonderous thinges of thy lawe. ¹⁹ I am a straunger vpon earth, O hyde not thy commaundementes from me. ²⁰ My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that it hath alway vnto thy iudgementes. ²¹ Thou hast rebuked the proude, and cursed are they that do erre from thy commaundementes. ²² O turne fro me shame and rebuke, for I haue kept thy testimonies. ²³ Prynces also dyd sytte & speake agaynst me, but thy seruaunt is occupied in thy statutes. ²⁴ For thy testimonies are my delyte, and my councelers. ²⁵ My soule cleaueth to the dust, O quycken thou me accordynge to thy worde. ²⁶ I haue knowledged my wayes, and thou herdest me, O teach me thy statutes. ²⁷ Make me to vnderstande the waye of thy commaundementes, and so shall I talke of thy wonderous workes. ²⁸ My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, comforte thou me accordyng vnto thy worde. ²⁹ Take from me the way of lyeng, & cause thou me to make much of thy lawe. ³⁰ I haue chosen the waye of truth, and thy iudgementes haue I layed before me. ³¹ I haue stycken vnto thy testimonies, O Lorde confounde me not. ³² I wyll runne the waye of thy commaundementes, when thou hast set my herte at lybertie. ³³ Teach me O Lorde the waye of thy statutes, and I shal kepe it vnto the ende. ³⁴ Geue me vnderstandynge, and I shall kepe thy lawe, yee I shall kepe it wyth my whole herte. ³⁵ Make me to go in the path of thy commaundementes, for therin is my desyre. ³⁶ Enclyne my herte vnto thy testimonies, and not to couetousnesse. ³⁷ O turne awaye myne eyes, lest they beholde vanitie: and quycken thou me in thy waye. ³⁸ O stablysh thy worde in thy seruaunt that I maye feare the. ³⁹ Take awaye the rebuke that I am afrayed of, for thy iudgementes are good. ⁴⁰ Beholde, my delyte is in thy commaundementes, O quycken me in thy ryghteousnesse. ⁴¹ Let thy louynge mercy come also vnto me, O Lorde, euen thy saluacion accordyng vnto thy word. ⁴² So shal I make answere vnto my blasphemers, for my trust is in thy worde. ⁴³ O take not the worde of treuth vtterly oute of my mouth, for my hope is in thy iudgementes. ⁴⁴ So shall I alwaye kepe thy lawe, yee for euer & euer. ⁴⁵ And I will walke at liberty, for I seke thy commaundementes. ⁴⁶ I wyll speake of thy testimonies also euen before kynges, & wyll not be ashamed. ⁴⁷ And my delite shalbe in thy commaundementes, which I haue loued. ⁴⁸ My handes also wyll I lyfte vp vnto thy commaundementes whyche I haue loued, and my studye shalbe in thy statutes. ⁴⁹ O, thincke vpon thy seruaunt as concernynge thy worde, wherin thou hast caused me to put my trust. ⁵⁰ The same is my comforte in my trouble, for thy worde hath quyckned me. ⁵¹ The proude haue had me exceadyngly in derision yet haue I not shrynked from thy lawe. ⁵² For I remembred thyne euerlastynge iudgementes, O Lorde, and receaued conforte: ⁵³ I am horriblye afrayed for the vngodly, that forsake thy lawe. ⁵⁴ Thy statutes haue bene my songes, in the house of my pilgremage. ⁵⁵ I haue thought vpon thy name, O Lorde, in the night season, and haue kept thy lawe. ⁵⁶ Thys I hadde, because I kepte thy commaundementes. ⁵⁷ Thou arte my porcion, O Lorde, I haue promysed to kepe thy lawe. ⁵⁸ I made myne humble peticion in thy presence with my whole herte, O be mercyfull vnto me accordynge vnto thy worde. ⁵⁹ I call myne owne wayes to remembraunce, and tourne my fete into thy testimonie ⁶⁰ I made haste, and prolonged not the tyme, to kepe thy commaundementes. ⁶¹ The congregacions of the vngodly haue robbed me, but I haue not forgotten thy law. ⁶² At mydnyght wyll I ryse, to gyue thankes vnto the, bycause of thy ryghtuous iudgementes. ⁶³ I am a companion of all them that feare the and kepe thy commaundementes. ⁶⁴ The earth, O Lorde, is full of thy mercy. O teache me thy statutes. ⁶⁵ O Lord, thou hast dealt graciously with thy seruaunt accordynge vnto thy worde. ⁶⁶ O learne me true vnderstandynge, and knowledge, for I haue beleued thy commaundementes. ⁶⁷ Before I was troubled, I went wronge, but nowe haue I kept thy worde. ⁶⁸ Thou art good and gracious, O teach me thy statutes. ⁶⁹ The proude haue ymagined a lye agaynst me, but I wyll kepe thy commaundementes wyth my whole herte. ⁷⁰ Theyr herte is as fat as brawne, but my delyte hath bene in thy lawe: ⁷¹ It is good for me that I haue bene in trouble, that I maye learne thy statutes. ⁷² The lawe of thy mouth is dearer vnto me, then thousandes of golde and syluer. ⁷³ Thy handes haue made me and fashioned me, O geue me vnderstandynge, that I maye learne thy commaundementes. ⁷⁴ They that feare the, wyll be glad when they se me, because I haue put my trust in thy worde. ⁷⁵ I knowe, O Lorde, thay thy iudgementes are ryght, & that thou of very faythfulnesse haste caused me to be troubled. ⁷⁶ O Let thy mercyfull kyndnesse be my comforte, accordyng to thy worde vnto thy seruaunte. ⁷⁷ O let thy louynge mercyes come vnto me, that I may lyue, for thy lawe is my delyte. ⁷⁸ Let the proude be confounded, for they go wyckedly aboute to destroye me: but I wyll be occupyed in thy commaundementes. ⁷⁹ Let soch as feare the, and haue knowen thy testimonies, be turned vnto me. ⁸⁰ O let myne herte be sounde in thy statutes, that I be not ashamed. ⁸¹ My soule hath longed for thy saluacion: and I haue a good hope because of thy worde. ⁸² Myne eyes longe sore for thy worde, sayenge. O whan wylte thou comforte me. ⁸³ For I am become lyke a bottell in the smoke, yet do not I forget thy statutes. ⁸⁴ How many are the dayes of thy seruaunt? when wylt thou be auenged of them that persecute me? ⁸⁵ The proude haue dygged pyttes for me, whych are not after thy lawe. ⁸⁶ All thy commaundementes are true, they persecute me falsly, O be thou my helpe. ⁸⁷ They had almost made an ende of me vpon earth, but I forsoke not thy commaundementes. ⁸⁸ O quycken me after thy louyng kyndnes, & so shall I kepe the testimonies of thy mouth. ⁸⁹ O Lorde, thy worde endureth for euer in heauen. ⁹⁰ Thy truth also remayneth from one generacion to another: thou haste layed the foundacion of the earth, and it abydeth. ⁹¹ They continue thys daye accordynge to thyne ordinaunce, for all thynges serue the. ⁹² If my delyte had not bene in thy lawe, I shulde haue peryshed in my trouble. ⁹³ I wyl neuer forget thy commaundementes, for with them thou hast quickened me. ⁹⁴ I am thyne, Oh saue me, for I haue sought thy commaundementes. ⁹⁵ The vngodly layed wayte for me to destroye me, but I wyll consyder thy testimonies. ⁹⁶ I se that al thynges come to an ende, but thy commaundement is exceadynge broade. ⁹⁷ What loue haue I vnto thy lawe? al the daye longe is my studye in it. ⁹⁸ Thou thorow thy commaundementes hast made me wyser than myne enemyes, for they are euer with me. ⁹⁹ I haue more vnderstandynge than my teachers, for thy testimonies are my studie. ¹⁰⁰ I am wyser then the aged, bycause I kepte thy commaundementes. ¹⁰¹ I haue refrayned my fete from euery euel way, that I may kepe thy worde ¹⁰² I haue not shrynked from thy iudgementes, for thou teachest me. ¹⁰³ O how swete are thy wordes vnto my throte? Yee sweter than hony vnto my mouth. ¹⁰⁴ Thorowe thy commaundementes I get vnderstandynge, therfore I hate all wycked wayes. ¹⁰⁵ Thy worde is a lanterne vnto my fete, and a lyght vnto my pathes. ¹⁰⁶ I haue sworne and am stedfastly purposed, to kepe thy righteous iudgementes. ¹⁰⁷ I am troubled aboue measure: quycken me, O Lorde, accordynge vnto thy worde. ¹⁰⁸ Let the fre wyll offerynges of my mouth please the, O Lorde, and teache me thy iudgementes. ¹⁰⁹ My soule is alwaye in my hande, yet do not I forget thy lawe. ¹¹⁰ The vngodly haue layed a snare for me, but yet swarued not I from thy commaundementes. ¹¹¹ Thy testymonies haue I claymed as myne heritage for euer: and why? they are the very ioye of my hert. ¹¹² I haue applied myne herte to fulfyll thy statutes alwaye, euen vnto the ende. ¹¹³ I hate them that ymagen euell thynges, but thy lawe do I loue. ¹¹⁴ Thou art my defence and shylde, and my trust is in thy worde. ¹¹⁵ Awaye fro me ye wycked, I will kepe the commaundementes of my God. ¹¹⁶ O stablishe me accordinge vnto thy worde, that I maye lyue, and let me not be disapoynted of my hope. ¹¹⁷ Holde thou me vp, and I shall be safe: yee my delite shall euer be in thy statutes. ¹¹⁸ Thou hast troden downe all them that departe from thy statutes, for they ymagin, but disceate. ¹¹⁹ Thou puttest awaye all the vngodly of the earth lyke drosse therfore I loue thy testimonyes. ¹²⁰ My fleshe trembleth for feare of the, and I am afrayed of thy iudgementes. ¹²¹ I deale with the thynge that is laufull & ryght, O geue me not ouer vnto myne oppressours. ¹²² Make thou thy seruaunt to delyte in that which is good, that the proude do me no wronge. ¹²³ Myne eyes are wasted awaye with lokynge for thy health, and for the worde of thy ryghteousnesse. ¹²⁴ O deale wyth thy seruaunt accordynge vnto thy louynge mercy, and teache me thy statutes. ¹²⁵ I am thy seruaunt. O graunte me vnderstandinge, that I maye knowe thy testimonyes. ¹²⁶ It is tyme for the Lorde to laye to thyne hande, for they haue destroyed thy lawe. ¹²⁷ For I loue thy commaundementes aboue gold & precious stone. ¹²⁸ Therfore holde I streyght all thy commaundementes and all false wayes I vtterly abhorre. ¹²⁹ Thy testimonyes are wonderfull, therfore doth my soule kepe them. ¹³⁰ When thy worde goeth forth, it geueth lyght and vnderstandynge euen vnto the symple. ¹³¹ I opened my mouth and drewe in my breath, for my delyte was in thy commaundementes. ¹³² O loke thou vpon me, & be mercyfull vnto me, as thou vsest to do vnto those that loue thy name. ¹³³ Order my steppes in thy worde, and so shall no wyckednesse haue dominion ouer me. ¹³⁴ O delyuer me from the wrongeous dealynges of men, and so shall I kepe thy commaundementes. ¹³⁵ Shewe the lyght of thy countenaunce vpon thy seruaunt, and teache me thy statutes. ¹³⁶ Myne eyes gusshe out wyth water, because men kepe not thy lawe. ¹³⁷ Ryghteous art thou, O Lorde, and true is thy iudgement. ¹³⁸ The testimonies that thou hast commaunded are exceadynge ryghteous and true. ¹³⁹ My zele hath euen consumed me, because myne enemyes haue forgotten thy wordes. ¹⁴⁰ Thy worde is tried to the vttermost, and thy seruaunte loueth it. ¹⁴¹ I am small and of no reputacyon, yet do not I forget thy commaundementes. ¹⁴² The righteousnesse is an euerlastinge righteousnes, and thy lawe is the trueth. ¹⁴³ Trouble and heuynesse haue taken holde vpon me, yet is my delyte in thy commaundementes. ¹⁴⁴ The ryghteousnesse of thy testimonyes is euerlastynge, O graunte me vnderstandynge, & I shall lyue. ¹⁴⁵ I call wt my whole hert, heare me, O Lord, I will kepe thy statutes. ¹⁴⁶ Yee euen vpon the do I call, helpe me, and I shall kepe thy testimonies. ¹⁴⁷ Early in the mornynge do I crye vnto the, for in thy word is my trust. ¹⁴⁸ Myne eyes preuente the nyght watches, that I myggt be occupied in thy wordes. ¹⁴⁹ Heare my voyce, O Lord, accordinge vnto thy louinge kyndnesse: quycken me accordynge as thou art wont. ¹⁵⁰ They drawe nye that of malice persecute me, and are farre from thy lawe. ¹⁵¹ Be thou nye at hande, O Lorde, for all thy commaundementes are true. ¹⁵² As concernynge thy testimonyes, I haue knowne longe sens, that thou hast grounded them for euer. ¹⁵³ O consydre myne aduersyte, and delyuer me, for I do not forget thy lawe ¹⁵⁴ Auenge thou my cause, and delyuer me, quycken me accordynge vnto thy worde. ¹⁵⁵ Health is farre from the vngodly, for they regarde not thy statutes. ¹⁵⁶ Greate is thy mercy, O Lorde, quycken me as thou art wont. ¹⁵⁷ Many there are that trouble me, and persecute me, yet do not I swarue from thy testimonyes. ¹⁵⁸ It greueth me, when I se the transgressours: because they kepe not thy lawe. ¹⁵⁹ Consydre, O Lorde, howe I loue thy commaundementes, O quycken me accordynge to thy louinge kyndnesse. ¹⁶⁰ Thy worde is true from euerlastynge, all the iudgementes of thy ryghteousnesse endure for euer more. ¹⁶¹ Prynces haue persecuted me wythout cause, but my herte standeth in awe of thy wordes. ¹⁶² I am as glad of thy worde, as one that fyndeth greate spoyles. ¹⁶³ As for lyes, I hate and abhorre them, but thy lawe do I loue. ¹⁶⁴ Seuen tymes a daye do I prayse the, because of thy ryghteous iudgementes. ¹⁶⁵ Greate is the peace that they haue whych loue thy lawe, and they are not offended at it. ¹⁶⁶ Lord, I haue loked for thy sauynge health, and done after thy commaundementes. ¹⁶⁷ My soule hath kept thy testimonyes, and loued them exceadyngly. ¹⁶⁸ I haue kept thy commaundementes and testimonyes, for all my wayes are before the. ¹⁶⁹ Let my complaynte come before the, O Lorde, geue me vnderstandynge, accordinge vnto thy worde. ¹⁷⁰ Oh let my supplicacyon come before the, delyuer me accordynge to thy worde. ¹⁷¹ My lippes shall speake of thy prayse, whan thou hast taught me thy statutes. ¹⁷² Yee, my tonge shall synge of thy worde, for all thy commaundementes are ryghteous. ¹⁷³ Let thyne hande helpe me, for I haue chosen thy commaundementes. ¹⁷⁴ I haue longed for thy sauynge health, O Lord, and in thy lawe is my delite. ¹⁷⁵ Oh let my soule lyue and it shall prayse the, and thy iudgementes shall helpe me. ¹⁷⁶ I haue gone astraye, lyke a shepe that is lost: Oh seke thy seruaunt, for I do not forget thy commaundementes. ¹²⁰ ¹ A songe of the steares. When I was in trouble, I called vpon the Lorde, and he hearde me. ² Delyuer my soule, O Lorde, from lyenge lyppes, and from a disceatfull tonge. ³ What rewarde shall be geuen or done vnto the, thou false tonge? ⁴ Euen myghtie & sharpe arowes, wt hote burnynge coales. ⁵ Woo is me, that I am constrayned to dwell with Mesech, and to haue myne habitacyon amonge the tentes of Cedar. ⁶ My soule hath longe dwelt amonge them, that be enemyes vnto peace. ⁷ I laboure for peace, but when I speake therof, they make them to battayle. ¹²¹ ¹ A songe of the steares. I Will lyft vp myne eyes vnto the hylles, from whence commeth my helpe? ² My helpe commeth euen from the Lorde, which hath made heauen and earth. ³ He wyll not suffre thy fote to be moued, and he that kepeth the, wyll not slepe. ⁴ Beholde, he that kepeth Israel, shall nether slombre nor slepe. ⁵ The Lorde hym selfe is thy keper, the Lorde is thy defence vpon thy ryght hande. ⁶ So that the sunne shall not burne the by daye, nether the moone by nyght. ⁷ The Lorde shall preserue the from all euell, yee it is euen he that shall kepe thy soule. ⁸ The Lorde shall preserue thy goynge out and thy commynge in, from thys tyme forth for euer more. ¹²² ¹ A songe of the steares of Dauid. I Was glad, when they sayde vnto me: we will go into the house of the Lord. ² Our fete shall stande in thy gates, O Ierusalem. ³ Ierusalem is buylded as a cytie, that is at vnite in it selfe. ⁴ For thyther the trybes go vp, euen the trybes of the Lorde: to testifye vnto Israel, to geue thanckes vnto the name of the Lorde. ⁵ For there is the seate of iudgement, euen the seate of the house of Dauid. ⁶ O praye for the peace of Ierusalem: they shall prospere that loue the. ⁷ Peace be within thy walles, and plenteousnes wythin thy palaces. ⁸ For my brethren and companions sakes, I wyll wyshe the prosperite. ⁹ Yee, because of the house of the Lorde oure God, I wyll seke to do the good. ¹²³ ¹ A songe of the steares. Vnto the lyft I vp myne eyes, thou that dwellest in the heauens. ² Beholde, euen as the eyes of seruauntes loke vnto the hande of their masters: and as the eyes of a mayden vnto the hande of her mastresse, euen so our eyes wayte vpon the Lorde oure God, vntyll he haue mercy vpon vs. ³ Haue mercy vpon vs, O Lorde, haue mercy vpon vs, for we are vtterly despysed. ⁴ Oure soule is fylled wyth the scornefull reprofe of the welthy, and wyth the despitefulnesse of the proude. ¹²⁴ ¹ A songe of the steares of Dauid. If the Lorde hym selfe had not bene of our syde (nowe maye Israel saye) If the Lord him selfe had not bene of our syde when men rose vp agaynst vs. ² They had swalowed vs vp quycke, when they were so wrathfully displeased at vs. ³ Yee, the waters had drowned vs, and the streame had gone ouer oure soule. ⁴ The depe waters of the proude had gone euen ouer our soule. ⁵ But praysed be the Lorde, whych hath not geuen vs ouer for a praye vnto their teeth. ⁶ Our soule is escaped, euen as a byrde out of the snare of the fouler: ⁷ the snare is broken, and we are delyuered. ⁸ Our helpe standeth in the name of the Lorde, whych hath made heauen and earth. ¹²⁵ ¹ A songe of the steares. They that put their trust in the Lorde, shalbe euen as the mount Syon, which maye not be remoued, but standeth fast for euer. ² The hylles stande about Ierusalem, euen so standeth the Lorde rounde about hys people, from thys tyme forth for euermore. ³ For the rod of the vngodly cometh not into the lot of the ryghteous, lest the ryghteous put their hande vnto wyckednesse. ⁴ Do well, O Lorde, vnto those that be good and true of herte ⁵ As for soche as turne backe vnto their awne wyckednesse, the Lorde, shall leade them forth wyth the euyll doers, but peace shall be vpon Israel. ¹²⁶ ¹ A songe of the stayres. When the Lord turned agayne the captiuyte of Sion, then were we lyke vnto them that dreame. ² Then was oure mouth fylled with laughter, and oure tonge with ioye. ³ Then sayd they amonge the Heathen: the Lorde hath done greate thynges for them. ⁴ Yee, the Lorde hath done greate thynges for vs all ready, wherof we reioyse. ⁵ Turne oure captyuite, O Lorde, as the ryuers in the south. ⁶ They that sowe in teares, shall reape in ioye. He that nowe goeth in hys waye wepynge and beareth forth good sede, shall doutheles come agayne wyth ioye, and brynge hys sheaues with him. ¹²⁷ ¹ A songe of Salomon of the stayres. Except the Lorde buylde the house, their laboure is but lost that buylde it. ² Except the Lorde kepe the cytie the watchman waketh but in vayne. ³ It is but lost laboure that ye haste to ryse vp early, and so late take rest, and eate the breade of carefulnesse: for so he gyueth hys beloued sleape. ⁴ Lo, chyldren and the frute of the wombe are an herytage and gyfte, that commeth of the Lorde. ⁵ Lyke as the arowes in the hande of the gyaunt, euen so are the yonge chyldren. Happy is the man, that hath hys quyuer full of them, they shall not be ashamed, when they speake wyth theyr enemyes in the gate. ¹²⁸ ¹ A songe of the stayres. Blessed are all they that feare the Lord, and walke in hys wayes. ² For thou shalt eate the laboures of thyne handes O well is the, and happy shalt thou be. ³ Thy wyfe shalbe as the frutefull vyne vpon the walles of thy house. ⁴ Thy chyldren lyke the Olyue braunches rounde aboute thy table. ⁵ Lo, thus shall the man be blessed, that feareth the Lorde. ⁶ The Lorde frome out of you shall so blesse the, that thou shalt se Ierusalem in prosperyte all thy lyfe longe. Yee that thou shalt se thy chylders chyldren, and peace vpon Israel. ¹²⁹ ¹ A songe of the stayres. Many a tyme haue they fought agaynst me fro my youth vp (maye Israel nowe saye.) ² Yee, many a tyme haue they vexed me fro my youth vp, but they haue not preuayled agaynst me. ³ The plowers plowed vpon my backe, & made longe forowes. ⁴ But the ryghteous Lorde hath hewen the snares of the vngodly in peces. ⁵ Let them be confounded and turned backwarde, as many as haue euyll wyll at Sion. ⁶ Let them be euen as the grasse growynge vpon the house toppes, whych wythereth afore it be pluckte vp. ⁷ Wherof the mower fylleth not hys hande, nether he that byndeth vp the sheaues, hys bosome. ⁸ So that they whych go by, saye not so moche: as the Lorde prospere you, we wysh you good lucke in the name of the Lorde. ¹³⁰ ¹ A songe of the stayres. Out of the depe haue I called vnto the O Lorde, Lorde heare my voyce. ² Oh let thyne eares consydre well the voyce of my complaynte. ³ If thou Lorde wylt be extreme to marcke what is done amysse, Oh Lorde who maye abyde it? ⁴ For there is mercy wyth the, therfore shalt thou be feared. ⁵ I loke for the Lord, my soule doth wayte for hym, in hys worde is my trust. ⁶ My soule fleythe vnto the Lorde, before the mornynge wache (I saye) before the mornynge watche: ⁷ O Israel trust in the Lorde, for wyth the Lorde there is mercy, and with hym is plenteous redempcyon. ⁸ And he shall redeme Israel, from all hys synnes. ¹³¹ ¹ Dauids songe of the stayres. Lorde, I am not hye mynded, I haue no proude lookes. ² I do not exercyse my selfe in greate matters, which are to hye for me. ³ But I refrayne my soule and kepe it lowe, lyke as a chylde that is weaned from hys mother: yee, my soule is euen as a weaned chylde. O Israel trust in the Lorde, from thys tyme forth for euermore. ¹³² ¹ A songe of the steares. Lord, remembre Dauid, and all his trouble. ² Howe he swore vnto the Lorde, and vowed a vowe vnto the almyghtye God of Iacob: ³ I wyll not come wythin the tabernacle of my house, nor clyme vp in to my bedd. ⁴ I wyll not suffre myne eyes to slepe, nor myne eye lyddes to slomber. ⁵ Untill I fynde out a place for the temple of the Lorde, an habitacion for the myghtye God of Iacob. ⁶ Lo, we hearde of the same at Ephrata, and founde it in the wood. ⁷ We wyll go in to hys tabernacle, and fall lowe on oure knees before hys fote stole. ⁸ Aryse, O Lord, into thy restynge place, thou and the arcke of thy strength. ⁹ Let thy Preastes be clothed wyth ryghteousnesse, & let thy saynctes synge with ioyfulnesse, ¹⁰ For thy seruaunt Dauids sake, turne not awaye the presence of thyne anoynted. ¹¹ The Lorde hath made a faythfull othe vnto Dauid, & he shall not shryncke from it: ¹² Of the frute of thy body shall I set vpon thy seate. ¹³ If thy chyldren wyll kepe my couenaunt, and my testimonyes that I shall lerne them: theyr chyldren also shall syt vpon thy seate for euermore. ¹⁴ For the Lord hath chosen Sion, to be an habitacion for him selfe hath he longed for her. ¹⁵ This shalbe my rest for euer, here wyll I dwell, for I haue a delyte therin. ¹⁶ I wyll blesse her vytaylles wyth increasse, & will satisfye her poore wyth bread. ¹⁷ I will decke her Preastes wt health, and her saynctes shall reioyse and synge. ¹⁸ There shall I make the horne of Dauid to florysh, I haue ordened a lanterne for myne anoynted. As for hys enemyes, I shall clothe them wyth shame, but vpon hym selfe shall hys crowne floryshe. ¹³³ ¹ A songe of the stayres of Dauid: Beholde, howe good and ioyfull a thing it is, brethren to dwell together in vnitye. It is lyke the precyous oyntement vpon the heade, that ranne downe vnto the beerd: euen vnto Aarons beerd, and wente downe to the skyrtes of hys clothynge. ² Lyke the dewe of Hermon, which fell vpon the hyll of Sion. ³ For there the Lord promised hys blessynge, and lyfe for euermore. ¹³⁴ ¹ A songe of the stayres. Beholde, prayse the Lorde, all yee seruauntes of the Lorde, yee that by nyght stande in the house of the Lorde, ² Lyft vp youre handes in the Sanctuary, & prayse the Lorde. ³ The Lorde that made heauen and earth, gyue the blessynge out of Sion. ¹³⁵ ¹ O prayse the Lorde laude ye the name of the Lorde, prayse it O ye seruauntes of the Lorde. ² Ye that stande in the house of the Lorde, in the courtes of the house of oure God. ³ O prayse the Lorde, for the Lord is gracious: O synge prayses vnto his name, for it is louely. ⁴ For why? the Lorde hath chosen Iacob vnto hym selfe, & Israel for hys awne possessyon. ⁵ For I knowe that the Lorde is greate, and that oure Lorde is aboue all goddes. ⁶ Whatsoeuer the Lorde pleased, that dyd he in heauen and in earth, in the see, & in all deape places: ⁷ He bringeth forth the cloudes from the endes of the worlde, & sendithe for the lyghteninges with the rayne, brynginge the wyndes out of hys treasuryes. ⁸ He smote the fyrst borne of Egypte, both of man & of beast. ⁹ He hath sent tokens and wonders into the myddest of the, O thou lande of Egypte, vpon Pharao and all hys seruauntes. ¹⁰ He smote diuerse nacyons, and slewe myghtye Kynges: ¹¹ Sehon Kynge of the Amorytes, and Og the kinge of Basan, & all the Kingdomes of Canaan. ¹² And gaue theyr lande to be an heritage, euen an heritage vnto Israel his people. ¹³ Thy name, O Lorde, endureth for euer, so doth thy memoriall, O Lorde, from one generacyon to another. ¹⁴ For the Lord wyll auenge hys people, & be gracyous vnto his seruauntes. ¹⁵ As for the ymages of the Heathen, they are but syluer and golde, the worcke of mens handes. 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 any breth in theyr mouthes. ¹⁸ They that make them, are lyke vnto them, and so are all they that put theyr trust in them. 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 the Lorde, prayse the Lorde. ²¹ Praysed be the Lord out of Sion, which dwelleth at Ierusalem. Halleluiah. ¹³⁶ ¹ O geue thankes vnto the Lorde, for he is gracyous, and hys mercy endureth for euer. ² O geue thankes vnto the God of all goddes, for hys mercy endureth for euer. ³ O thanke the Lord of all Lordes, for hys mercy endureth for euer. ⁴ Whych only doth greate wonders, for his mercy endureth for euer. ⁵ Which by his excellentt wysdome made the heauens, for hys mercy endureth for euer. ⁶ Whych layed out the earth aboue the waters, for hys mercy endureth for euer. ⁷ Whych hath made greate lyghtes, for hys mercy endureth for euer. ⁸ The sunne to rule the daye, for hys mercy endureth for euer. ⁹ The Moone and the starres to gouerne the nyght, for his mercy endureth for euer. ¹⁰ Whych smote Egypt wyth theyr fyrst borne, for hys mercy endureth for euer. ¹¹ And brought out Israel from amonge them, for hys mercy endureth for euer. ¹² Wyth a myghtye hande and stretched out arme, for hys mercy endureth for euer. ¹³ Whych deuyded the reed see into partes, for hys mercy endureth for euer. ¹⁴ And made Israel to go thorowe the myddest of it, for hys mercy endureth for euer. ¹⁵ But as for Pharao and hys hoost, he ouerthrewe them in the reed see, for hys mercy endureth for euer. ¹⁶ Which led his people thorowe the wildernesse, for hys mercy endureth for euer. ¹⁷ Which smote great kinges: for his mercy endureth for euer. ¹⁸ Yee, & slue myghtye kynges: for his mercy endureth for euer. ¹⁹ Sehon kynge of the Amorites: for hys mercy endureth for euer. ²⁰ And Og the kyng of Basan: for hys mercy endureth for euer. ²¹ And gaue awaye theyr lande for an heritage: for his mercy endureth for euer. ²² Euen for an heritage vnto Israel hys seruaunt: for hys mercy endureth for euer. ²³ Which remembred vs, when we were in trouble: for his mercy endureth for euer. ²⁴ And hath delyuered vs from oure enemyes: for his mercy endureth for euer. ²⁵ Whych geueth fode vnto all flesshe: for hys mercy endureth for euer. ²⁶ O geue thanckes vnto the God of heauen, for hys mercy endureth for euer. ¹³⁷ ¹ By the waters of Babilon we sat downe and weapte, when we remembred Syon. ² As for oure harpes, we hanged them vp vpon the trees, that are therin. ³ For they that led vs awaye captyue, requyred of vs then a songe & melody in our heuynes: synge vs one of the songes of Sion. ⁴ Howe shall we synge the Lordes songe in a straunge lande. ⁵ If I forget the, O Ierusalem, let my ryght hande forget her connynge. ⁶ If I do not remembre the, let my tong cleue to the rofe of my mouth: yee, yf I preferre not Ierusalem in my myrth. ⁷ Remembre the chyldren of Edom, O Lorde, in the daye of Ierusalem, how they sayde: downe wt it, downe with it: euen to the grounde. ⁸ O daughter of Babylon, wasted with miserye: yee, happye shall he be, that rewardeth the, as thou hast serued vs. ⁹ Blessed shall he be, that taketh thy chyldren, and throweth them agaynst the stones. ¹³⁸ ¹ Of Dauid. I Will geue thankes vnto the, O Lord, with my whole hert, euen before the goddes, wyll I synge prayse vnto the. ² I wyll worshyppe towarde thy holy temple, and prayse thy name, because of thy louynge kyndnesse and trueth: for thou hast magnifyed thy name and thy worde aboue all thynges. ³ When I called vpon the, thou hardest me, and endewdest my soule wt moch strength. ⁴ All the kynges of the earth shall prayse the, O Lorde, for they haue heard the wordes of thy mouthe. ⁵ Yee, they shall synge in the wayes of the Lorde, that great is the glory of the Lorde. ⁶ For though the Lorde be hye, yet hath he respecte vnto the lowly: as for the proude, he beholdeth him a farre of. ⁷ Though I walke in the myddest of trouble: yet shalt thou refressh me: thou shalt stretch forth thyne hand vpon the furiousnes of myne enemyes, & thy ryght hand shall saue me. ⁸ The Lord shall make good his louyng kyndnesse towarde me: yee, thy mercy, O Lorde, endureth for euer, despyse not then the worckes of thyne awne handes. ¹³⁹ ¹ To the chaunter, a psalme of Dauid. O lorde, thou hast searched me out, and knowen me. ² Thou knowest my downe syttinge and myne vprysing: thou vnderstandest my thoughtes longe before. ³ Thou art about my path, and about my bedd: & spyest out all my wayes. ⁴ For lo, there is not a worde in my tonge, but thou, O Lorde knowest it all together. ⁵ Thou hast fassyoned me behynde and before, and layed thyne hande vpon me. ⁶ Soch knowledge is to wonderfull & excellent for me: I can not attayne vnto it. ⁷ Whyther shall I go then from thy sprete? or whither shall I go then from thy presence? ⁸ If I clyme vp into heauen, thou art ther: yf I go downe to hell thou, art there also. ⁹ If I take the wynges of the mornynge, & remayne in the vttermost partes of the see. ¹⁰ Euen ther also shall thy hande lead me: and thy right hande shall holde me ¹¹ If I saye: paraduenture the darcknesse shall couer me, then shall my nyght be turned to daye. ¹² Yee, the darcknes is no darcknes with the: but the night is all cleare as the daye, the darcknes & lyght (to the) are both a lyke. ¹³ For my reynes are thyne, thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe. ¹⁴ I will geue thankes vnto the: for I am fearfully & wonderously made: maruelous are thy workes, & that my soule knoweth right well. ¹⁵ My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly and fasshioned beneth in the earth. ¹⁶ Thyne eyes dyd se my substaunce, yet being vnparfect: & in thy boke were all my membres written. Which daye by daye were fashyoned, when as yet there was none of them. ¹⁷ Howe deare are thy councels vnto me, O God? O howe great is the summe of them? ¹⁸ If I tell them, they are mo in nombre then the sande: when I wake vp, I am present wt the. ¹⁹ Wylt thou not slaye the wicked, O God? departe from me ye bloude thirsty men. ²⁰ For they speake vnrighteously agaynst the: & thyne enemies take thy name in rayne. ²¹ Do not I hate them, O Lorde, that hate the? & am not I greued with those that ryse vp agaynst the? ²² Yee, I hate them ryght sore, euen as though they were myne enemyes. ²³ Trye me, O God, and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me and examen my thoughtes. ²⁴ Loke well yf there be any waye of wyckednes in me, and leade me in the waye euerlastynge. ¹⁴⁰ ¹ To the chaunter, a psalme of Dauid. Delyuer me, O Lorde, from the euell man, and preserue me from the wycked man. ² Which ymagin myschefe in their hertes: and stere vp strife all the daye longe. ³ They haue sharpened theyr tonges like a serpent: adders poyson is vnder their lyppes. Sela. ⁴ Kepe me, O Lorde, from the handes of the vngodly: preserue me from the wyckedmen, which are purposed to ouerthrowe my goynges. ⁵ The proude haue layed a snare for me: and spred a net abroad with coardes: yee, & set trappes in my waye Sela. ⁶ I sayde vnto the Lorde: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayers, O Lorde. ⁷ O Lorde God, thou strength of my health, thou hast couered my heed in the day of battayll. ⁸ Let not the vngodly haue his desyre, O Lorde, let not hys mischeuous ymaginacyon prosper: lest they be to proude. Sela. ⁹ Let the mischefe of their awne lippes fall vpon the heed of them, that compasse me about. ¹⁰ Let hote burninge coales fall vpon them: let them be cast into the fyer and into the pyt: that they neuer ryse vp againe. ¹¹ A man full of wordes shal not prosper vpon the erth: euell shall hunte the wycked person, to ouerthrowe hym. ¹² Sure I am, that the Lorde wyll auenge the poore, and mainteyne the cause of the helpeles. ¹³ The righteous also shall geue thankes vnto thy name, and the iust shall contynue in thy syght. ¹⁴¹ ¹ A psalme of Dauid. Lorde, I call vpon the: haste the vnto me, & consider my voyce, when I crye vnto the. ² Let my prayer be set forth in thy sight as the incense: & let the lyftyng vp of my handes be an eueninge sacrifyce. ³ Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth & kepe the dore of my lippes. ⁴ O let not myne herte be inclyned to any euell thynge: let me not be occupyed in vngodly workes, with the men that worke wyckednesse, lest I eate of soch thynges as please them. ⁵ Let the ryghteous rather smyte me frendly & reproue me. ⁶ But let not ther preciouse balmes: breake myne heed: yee, I wyll praye yet agaynste theyr wyckednesse. ⁷ Lett theyr iudges be ouerthrowen in stony places: that they may heare my wordes: for they are swete. ⁸ Our bones lye scatered before the pit, lyke as when one breaketh and heweth wood vpon the erth. ⁹ But myne eyes looke vnto the, O Lorde God: in the is my trust, Oh cast not out my soule. ¹⁰ Kepe me from the snare which they haue layed for me: & from the trappes of the wicked doers. Let the vngodly fall into their awne nettes together: and let me euer escape them. ¹⁴² ¹ The instruccyon of Dauid, a prayer whan he was in the caue. I Cryed vnto the Lorde wt my voyce: yee, euen vnto the Lorde dyd I make my supplicacyon. I powred out my complayntes before hym, and shewed hym of my trouble. ² When my sprete was in heuynesse, thou knewest my path: in the waye wherin I walked haue they preuely layed a snare for me. ³ I loked also vpon my right hande, and se, there was no man that wolde knowe me. I had no place to flee vnto, and no man cared for my soule. ⁴ I cryed vnto the, O Lorde, and sayde: thou arte my hope, and my porcyon in the lande of the lyuynge. ⁵ Consydre my complaynte: for I am brought very lowe. ⁶ O delyuer me from my persecutours: for they are to stronge for me. ⁷ Brynge my soule out of preson, that I maye geue thankes vnto thy name: which thynge yf thou wylt graunte me, then shall the ryghteous resorte vnto my company. ¹⁴³ ¹ A psalme of Dauid. Heare my praier, O Lorde, and considre my desyre: herken vnto me for thy treuth and righteousnes sake. ² And entre not into iudgement with thy seruaunt: for in thy sight shall no man lyuinge be iustifyed. ³ For the enemy hath persecuted my soule: he hath smyten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layed me in the darcknes, as the men that haue bene longe deed. ⁴ Therfore is my sprete vexed within me: and my herte within me is desolate. ⁵ Yet do I remembre the tyme past, I muse vpon all thy workes: yee, I excercyse my selfe in the worckes of thy handes. ⁶ I streach forth myne handes vnto the: my soule gaspeth vnto the as a thyrsty lande. Selah. ⁷ Heare me, O Lorde, & that soone: for my sprete wexeth faynte, hid not thy face from me, lest I be lyke vnto them that go downe into the pytt. ⁸ O let me heare thy louing kindnes by tymes in the morninge for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shuld walke in, for I lyft vp my soule vnto the. ⁹ Delyuer me, O Lorde, from myne enemyes: for I flye vnto the to hyde me. ¹⁰ Teach me to do the thynge that pleaseth the, for thou art my God, let thy louinge sprete leade me forthe vnto the lande of ryghteousnes. ¹¹ Quycken me, O Lord, for thy names sake, & for thy ryghteousnes sake bringe my soule out of trouble. ¹² And of thy goodnes slaye myne enemyes, and destroye all them that vexe my soule, for I am thy seruaunt. ¹⁴⁴ ¹ Of Dauid. Blessed be the Lord my strengthe, which teacheth my handes to warre, & my fyngers to fyght. ² My hope and my fortresse, my castell, and delyuerer, my defender in whom I trust, whych subdueth my people that is vnder me. ³ Lorde, what is man, that thou hast soch respect vnto him? Or the sonne of man, that thou so regardest hym? ⁴ Man is lyke a thynge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye lyke a shadowe. ⁵ Bowe thy heauens, O Lorde, & come downe, touche the mountaynes, & they shall smoke. ⁶ Caste forth the lyghtynynge, & teare them, shote out thyne arowes, and consume them. ⁷ Sende downe thyne hande from aboue, delyuer me, & take me out of the great waters, from the hande of straunge chyldren, ⁸ Whose mouth talketh of vanyte, & theyr ryght hande is a ryght hande of wyckednes. ⁹ I wyll synge a newe songe vnto the, O God, & synge prayses vnto the vpon a tenstrynged lute. ¹⁰ Thou that geuest victory vnto kinges, and hast delyuered Dauid thy seruaunt from the parell of the swerde. ¹¹ Saue me, and delyuer me from the hande of straunge chyldren, whose mouth talketh of vanite, and theyr ryght hande is a ryght hande of iniquite. ¹² That oure sonnes maye growe vp as the yonge plantes, & that oure daughters maye be as the polyshed corners of the temple. ¹³ That oure garners may be full and plenteous with all maner of stoare: that once shepe maye brynge forth thousandes, and ten thousandes in oure stretes. ¹⁴ That oure oxen maye be stronge to laboure, that there be no decaye, no ledynge into captyuitie, & no complayninge in oure stretes. ¹⁵ Happye are the people that be in soche a case: yee blessed are the people, whych haue the Lorde for their God. ¹⁴⁵ ¹ A thankesgeuynge of Dauid. I Wyll magnifye the, O God my kynge, and I wyll prayse thy name for euer and euer. ² Euery daye wyll I geue thanckes vnto the, and prayse thy name for euer & euer. ³ Greate is the Lorde, & maruelous worthy to be praysed, there is no ende of hys greatnesse. ⁴ One generacyon shall prayse thy workes vnto another, and declare thy power. ⁵ As for me I wylbe talkyng of thy worship, thy glory, thy prayse, & wonderous worckes. ⁶ So that men shall speake of the myght of thy maruelous actes, and I wyll also tell of thy greatnes. ⁷ The memoriall of thyne aboundant kyndnes shalbe shewed, and men shall synge of thy ryghteousnesse. ⁸ The Lorde is gracyous and mercyfull, long sufferynge, and of greate goodnesse. ⁹ The Lord is louyng vnto euery man, and hys mercy is ouer all hys workes. ¹⁰ All thy worckes prayse the, O Lord, and thy saynctes geue thanckes vnto the. ¹¹ They shewe the glory of thy kingdome, and talke of thy power. ¹² That thy power, thy glory & mightinesse of thy kyngdome, myght be knowne vnto men. ¹³ Thy Kyngdome is an euerlastynge kyngdome, & thy dominion endureth thorowe out all ages. ¹⁴ The Lorde vpholdeth all soche as fall, & lyfteth vp all those that be downe. ¹⁵ The eyes of all wayte vpon the, & thou geuest them theyr meate in due season. ¹⁶ Thou openest thyne hande, and fyllest all thynges lyuinge wyth plenteousnesse. ¹⁷ The Lorde is ryghteous in all his wayes, and holy in all hys worckes. ¹⁸ The Lorde is nye vnto all them that call vpon hym, yee all soche as call vpon hym faythfully. ¹⁹ He wyll fulfyll the desyre of them that feare hym, he also wyll heare theyr crye, & will helpe them. ²⁰ The Lorde preserueth all them that loue hym, but scatereth abroade all the vngodly. ²¹ My mouth shall speake the prayse of the Lorde, and let all flesh geue thankes vnto hys holy name for euer and euer. ¹⁴⁶ ¹ Halleluiah. Prayse the Lorde, O my soule: whyle I lyue will I prayse the Lorde: yee as long as I haue any beynge, I will synge prayses vnto my God. ² O put not youre trust in Princes, nor in any chylde of man, for there is no helpe in them. ³ For when the breth of man goeth forth he shall turne againe to his earth, and then all his thoughtes peryshe. ⁴ Blessed is he that hath the God of Iacob for hys helpe, and whose hope is in the Lorde hys God. ⁵ Which made heauen and earth, the see, and all that therin is, whych kepeth hys promyse for euer. ⁶ Whych helpeth them to ryght that suffre wronge, whych fedeth the hongrye. ⁷ The Lorde loseth men out of preson, the Lorde geueth syght to the blynde. ⁸ The Lorde helpeh them vp that are fallen, the Lorde careth for the ryghteous. ⁹ The Lorde careth for the straungers, he defendeth the fatherlesse & wyddowe: as for the waye of the vngodly, he turneth it vpside downe, ¹⁰ The Lorde thy God, O Sion: shall be kynge for euermore, and thorowe out all generacyons. Halleluiah. ¹⁴⁷ ¹ O prayse the Lord, for it is a good thing to synge prayse vnto oure God: yee a ioyfull and pleasaunt thynge is it to be thankfull. ² The Lorde doth buylde vp Ierusalem, and shall gather to gether the outcastes of Israel. ³ He healeth those that ar broken in harte & gyueth medycine to heale ther sycknes. ⁴ He telleth the nombre of the starres, and calleth them all by ther names. ⁵ Greate is oure Lorde, and greate is hys power: yee hys wysdome is infynite. ⁶ The Lorde setteth vp the meke, and bryngeth the vngodly downe to the grounde. ⁷ O synge vnto the Lorde with thankesgeuynge, synge prayse vpon the harpe vnto oure God. ⁸ Whych couereth the heauen wyth cloudes, and prepareth rayne for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaynes. ⁹ Whych geueth fodre vnto the catell, & fedeth the yong rauens that call vpon hym. ¹⁰ He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, nether delyteth he in any mans legges. ¹¹ But the Lordes delyte is in them that feare hym, and put their trust in hys mercy. ¹² Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Sion. ¹³ For he hath made fast the barres of thy gates, & hath blessed thy chyldren wythin the. ¹⁴ He maketh peace in thy borders, and fylleth the wyth the floure of wheate. ¹⁵ He sendeth forth hys commaundement vpon earth, and hys worde runneth very swyftly. ¹⁶ He geueth snowe lyke wolle, & scatereth the horefrost lyke ashes. ¹⁷ He casteth forth hys yse lyke morsels, who is able to abyde hys frost? ¹⁸ He sendeth out his worde & mealteth them, he bloweth with his wynd, and the waters flowe. ¹⁹ He sheweth hys worde vnto Iacob, hys statutes & ordinaunces vnto Israel. ²⁰ He hath not dealte so wt anye nacyon, nether haue the heathen knowledge of hys lawes. Haleluiah. ¹⁴⁸ ¹ Haleluiah. Prayse the euerlastynge. O prayse the Lorde of heauen, prayse hym in the heygth. ² Prayse him all ye angels of hys, prayse hym all hys hoost. ³ Prayse hym Sunne and Moone, prayse hym all ye starres and lyght. ⁴ Prayse hym all ye heauens, & ye waters that be aboue the heauens. ⁵ Let them prayse the name of the Lorde, for he commaunded, and they were created. ⁶ He hath made them fast for euer and euer, he hath geuen them a lawe, whych shall not be broken. ⁷ Prayse the Lorde vpon earth, ye dragons, and all depes. ⁸ Fyre an hayle, snowe and vapors, wynde and storme, fulfyllyng hys worde. ⁹ Mountaynes & all hylles, frutefull trees and all Cedres. ¹⁰ Beastes and all catell, wormes and federed foules. ¹¹ Kynges of the earth and all people, Princes and all iudges of the worlde. ¹² Yonge men and maydens, olde men and chyldren: ¹³ prayse the name of the Lorde, for his name only is excellent, & hys prayse aboue heauen and earth. ¹⁴ He shall exalte the horne of hys people, all hys saynctes shall prayse hym, euen the chyldren of Israel, euen the people that serueth hym. Haleluiah. ¹⁴⁹ ¹ Haleluiah. Prayse the euerlastynge. O synge vnto the Lorde a newe songe, let the congregacyon of sainctes prayse hym. ² Let Israel reioyce in him that made hym, and let the chyldren of Sion be ioyfull in their king. ³ Let them prayse his name in the daunce, let them synge prayses vnto hym with tabrette & harpe. ⁴ For the Lorde hath pleasure in hys people, and helpeth the meke harted. ⁵ Let the saynctes be ioyfull with glory, let them reioyse in their beddes. ⁶ Let the prayses of God be in their mouth, and a two edged swerde in their handes. ⁷ To be auenged of the Heathen, and to rebuke the people. ⁸ To bynde their Kynges in cheynes, and their nobles wt lynkes of yron. ⁹ That they maye be auenged of them, as it is wrytten: soche honoure haue all hys saynctes. Haleluiah. ¹⁵⁰ ¹ Haleluiah. O prayse God in his holynes, prayse hym in the fyrmament of his power. ² Prayse hym in hys noble actes, prayse hym accordynge vnto hys excellent greatnesse. ³ Prayse hym in the sounde of the trompet, prayse hym vpon the lute & harpe. ⁴ Prayse him in the cymbales and daunse, prayse him vpon the strynges and pype. ⁵ Prayse hym vpon the welltuned cymbales, prayse hym vpon the loude cymbales. ⁶ Let euery thynge that hath breth, prayse the Lorde. Haleluiah.Prayse the euerlastynge.