Psalms 108:1-150:6

Matthew(i) 1 A songe of Psalme of Dauid. O God, my herte is ready to synge, and to geue prayse. Awake, O my glorye, 2 awake lute and harpe, I my selfe wyll awake ryght early. 3 I wyll geue thanckes vnto the, O Lord, amonge the people. I wil syng prayses vnto the among the Heathen. 4 For the greatenesse of thy mercy is higher then the heauens, and thy faithfulnesse reacheth vnto the cloudes. 5 Set vp thy selfe, O God, aboue the heauens, and thy glory aboue al the eartth. 6 That thy beloued may be delyuered: helpe them with thy right hand and heare me 7 God hath spoken in his Sanctuary, whych thyng reioyseth me. I wyll deuyde Sichem, and meate out the valley of Suchoth. 8 Galaad is myne, Manasses is myne, Ephraym is the strength of my head, Iuda is my captaine. 9 Moab is my washpotte, ouer Edom will I stretch oute my shue, Phylystea shall be glad of me. 10 Who wyll lead me into the stronge cyty? Who wyll brynge me into Edom? 11 Shalt not thou do it (O God) which hast cast vs: out thou God, that wentest not forth with our Hostes? 12 O be thou our helpe in trouble, for vayne is the helpe of man. 13 Thorow God we shal do great actes, for it is he that shal treade downe our enemyes. 109 1 To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauyd. Holde not thy tong: O God of my praise. 2 For the mouth of the vngodlye yea and the mouth of the disceatfull is opened vpon me, and speake agaynste me wyth false tonges. 3 They compase me aboute with wordes of hatred, and fight against me without a cause 4 For the loue that I had vnto them, they take now my contrary parte, but I geue my selfe vnto prayer. 5 Thus they reward me euel for good, and hatred for my god wyll. 6 Set an vngodly man to be ruler ouer him and let Satan stande at his ryghte hande. 7 When sentence is geuen vpon him, let him be condempned, and let his prayer be turned into synne. 8 Let his daies be few, and his bishopricke let another take. 9 Let hys chyldren be fatherlesse, and hys wyfe a wydowe. 10 Let his children be vagabaundes, and bege their breade: lette them seke it, as they that be destroyed. 11 Let the extorcioner consume al that he hath and let straungers spoyle his laboure. 12 Let ther be no man to pytye, ner to haue compassyon vpon his fatherles chyldren. 13 Let hys ende be destruccyon, & in the next generacion let his name be cleane put oute. 14 Let the wickednesse of his fathers be had in remembraunce in the syght of the Lorde & and let not the synne of hys mother be done awaye. 15 Let them alway be before the Lorde, but as for the memoryall of them selues, let it perysh from out of the earth. 16 And that because hys mynde was not to do good. but persecuted the poore helplesse, and hym that was vexed at the harte, to slay hym. 17 Hys delyte was in cursynge, and therfore shall it happen vnto hym: he loued not blessynge and that shall be far from hym. 18 He clothed hym selfe wyth cursynge lyke as wyth a rayment: yea it wente into hys bowels lyke water, and lyke oile into his bone 19 Let it be vnto hym as the cloke that he hath vpon hym, and as the gyrdle that he is gyrded with al. 20 Let it thus happen from the Lorde vnto myne enemyes, and to those that speake euel agaynst my soule. 21 But deale thou wyth me, O Lorde God, accordynge vnto thy name, for swete is thy mercy. O deliuer me, 22 for I am helplesse, and pore and my herte is wounded within me. 23 I go hence lyke the shadowe that departeth, & am driuen away as the greshoppers. 24 My knees are weake thorow fastynge my flesh is dryed vp for want of fatnesse. 25 I am become a rebuke vnto them, they loke vpon me and shake their heades. 26 Helpe me, O Lorde my God, oh saue me for thy mercies sake. 27 That they maye knowe, how that thys is thy hand, and that thou hast done it. 28 Though they curse, yet blesse thou: and let them be confounded, that ryse vp agaynst me, but let thy seruaunt reioyse. 29 Let myne aduersaryes be clothed wyth their owne shame, as with a cloke. 30 As for me, I wyl geue thanckes vnto the Lord wyth my mouth, and praise hym among the multitude. 31 For he standeth at the ryght hand of the pore, to saue hym from suche as condempne hys soule. 110 1 A Psalme of Dauyd. The Lorde sayde vnto my Lord: Syt thou on my ryght hande, vntyll I make thyne enemies thy fotestole. 2 The Lord shal sende the rod of thy power out of Sion; be thou ruler euen in the myddest amonge thyne enemyes. 3 In the daye of thy power shal thy people offer the frewyll offerynges wyth an holye worshyppe, the dewe of thy byrthe is of the wombe of the mornynge. 4 The Lorde sware, and wyll not repente: Thou arte a priest for euer after the order of Melchisedec. 5 The Lorde vpon thy ryghte hande, shall smyte euen kinges in the daye of hys wrath. 6 He shall be iudge amonge the Heathen, he shall fyl them wyth deade bodyes, and smite in sunder 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 euerlastynge. I wyll geue thanckes vnto the Lorde wyth my whole herte: secretly amonge the faythful and in the congregacyon: 2 The worckes of the Lorde are greate, sought oute of all them, that haue pleasure therin. 3 Hys worcke is worthy to be praysed and had in honoure, and his rightuousnes endureth for euer. 4 The mercyfull and gracyous Lord hath so done his maruelous workes, that they ought to be had in remembraunce. 5 He geueth meat vnto them, that feare him he is euer myndfull of hys couenaunte. 6 He sheweth hys people the power of hys worckes, that he may geue them the herytage of the Heathen. 7 The worckes of his hands are veryte and iudgment, all hys commaundementes are true. 8 They stand fast for euer and euer, and are done in truth and equyte. 9 He sent redempcyon vnto hys people, he hath commaunded his couenaunte for euer, holy and reuerente is his name 10 The feare of the Lorde is the beginning of wysdome, a good vnderstandyng haue al they that do therafter: the prayse of it endureth for euer. 112 1 Prayse the euerlastynge. Blessed is the man that feareth the Lord, and hath great delite in hys commaundementes. 2 Hys sede shal be mighty vpon earth the generacyon of the faythfull shalbe blessed. 3 Ryches and, plenteousnesse shalbe in hys house, and hys ryghtuousnesse endureth for euer. 4 Vnto the godly there aryseth vp lyghte in the darcknesse: he is mercyfull, louynge and ryghtuous. 5 Well is he that is mercyfull, and lendeth gladly, and pondereth his wordes wyth discrecyon, 6 For he shall neuer be moued, the ryghtuous shall be had in an euerlastynge remembraunce. 7 He wyll not be afrayed for anye euyll tydynges, his herte standeth fast, and beleueth in the Lord. 8 Hys hert is stablished, he wyl not shrynke, vntyl he se hys desyre vpon hys enemyes. 9 He hath sparsed abrode, and geuen to the poore, hys ryghtuousnes remayneth for euer his horne shalbe exealted with honoure 10 The vngodly shall se it, and it shall greue them: he shall gnash with his teeth, and consume awaye. and the desyre of the vngodlye shall perysh. 113 1 Prayse the euerlastynge. Prayse the Lord (O ye seruauntes) O prayse the name of the Lorde. 2 Blessed be the name of the lord, from this time forth euermore 3 The Lords name is worthy to be praysed from the risynge vp of the Sun vnto the going downe of the same. 4 The Lorde is hye aboue all Heathen, and his glory aboue the heauens. 5 Who is lyke vnto the Lorde oure God, that hath his dwellynge so hye, 6 whyche humbleth him selfe, to beholde that is in heauen and earth. 7 Which taketh vp the simple out of the dust and lyfteth the poore out of the myre. 8 That he may sette him amonge the prynces, euen amonge the prynces of hys people. 9 Whyche maketh the baren woman to kepe house, and to be a ioyfull mothere of chyldren. Prayse the euerlastyng. 114 1 When Israel came out of Egypt and the house of Iacob from among that straunge people. 2 Iuda was his Sanctuary, Israell his domynyon. 3 The sea saw that & fled, Iordan turned backe. 4 The mountaynes skipped like rammes, and the lytle hylles like yong shepe. 5 What ayled the, O thou sea, that thou fleddest so thou Iordan, that thou turnedest backe? 6 Ye mountaynes that ye skypped lyke rammes: and ye litle hilles, like yong shepe? 7 The earth trembled at the presence of the Lorde, at the presence of the God of Iacob. 8 Whyche turned the harde rocke into a staudynge water, and the flynte stone into a spryngyng well. 115 1 Not vnto vs, O Lorde not vnto vs. but vnto thy name geue the praise for thy louing mercye & faythfulnesse. 2 Wherfore shal the Heathen say wher is now their God? 3 As for oure God, he is in heauen, he doeth whatsoeuer it pleaseth him. 4 Their ymages are but syluer and gold, euen the worke of mens handes. 5 They haue mouthes, and speake not: eies haue they, but they se not. 6 Thei haue eares, and heare not: noses haue they, but they smell not. 7 They haue handes, and handle not, fete haue they, but they cannot goo, neyther can they speake thorow their throte. 8 They that made them, are lyke vnto them and so are all suche as put theyr truste in them. 9 But let Israell trust in the Lorde, for he is their succoure and defence. 10 Let the house of Aaron put their truste in the Lorde for he is their succoure and defence 11 They that feare the Lorde, lette them put their trust in the Lord, for he is their succour and defence. 12 The Lorde is myndfull of vs, and blesseth vs: he blesseth the house of Israel, he blesseth the house of Aaron. 13 Yea he blesseth al them that feare the Lord both smale and great. 14 The Lorde encrease you more and more: you, and your children. 15 For ye are the blessed of the Lord, whych made heauen and earth. 16 Al the whole heauens are the Lordes, but the earth hath he geuen vnto the chyldren of men. 17 The dead prayse not the (O Lorde) nether all they that go downe into sylence. 18 But we wil prayse the Lord, from this time forth for euermore. Prayse the euerlastynge. 116 1 I am wel pleased, that the Lord hath hearde the voyce of my prayer. 2 That he hath enclyned his eare vnto me, therfore wil I cal vpon him as long as I lyue. 3 The snares of death compased me round aboute, the paynes of hell gat hold vpon me I founde trouble and heauynesse. 4 Then called I vpon the name of the Lord O Lorde: delyuer my soule. 5 Gracious is the Lord, and rightuous, yea oure God is mercyfull. 6 The Lorde preserueth the symple, I was brought downe, and he helped me. 7 Turne agayne then vnto thy rest, O my soule, for the Lord hath geuen the thy desire. 8 And why thou haste delyuered my soule from death, myne eyes from teares, and my fete from fawlyng. 9 I wyll walcke before the Lorde, in the land of the lyuyng. 10 I beleued, and therfore haue I spoken, but I was sore troubled. 11 I sayde in my hast: Al men are liers. 12 What rewarde shall I geue vnto the Lorde, for all the benyfytes that he hath done vnto me? 13 I wyl receyue the, cuppe of saluacion, and call vpon the name of the Lord. 14 I wyll paye my vowes in the presence of al his people, 15 right deare in the syghte of the Lorde is the death of his saynctes. 16 O Lorde, I am thy seruaunt, I am thy seruant, and the son of thy handmaide, thou hast broken my bondes in sonder. 17 I wyl offre to the sacrifyce of thanckesgegeuynge, and wyll call vpon the name of the Lord. 18 I wyll paye my vowes vnto the Lord in the syght of al his people, 19 in the courtes of the Lordes house, euen in the middest of the, O Ierusalem. Prayse the euerlasting. 117 1 O prayse the Lorde all ye Gentyles, laude him al ye people. 2 For his mercyfull kyndnes is euer more and more toward vs, and the truth of the Lorde eudureth for euer. Prayse the euerlasting. 118 1 O geue thankes vnto the Lord, for he is gracyous, & hys mercy endureth for euer. 2 Let Israel now confesse, that his mercy eudureth for euer. 3 Let the house of Aaron now confesse, that his mercy endureth for euer. 4 Yea let them now that feare the Lorde confesse, that his mercy endureth for euer. 5 I called vpon the lord in trouble, and the lord heard me at large. 6 The lord is my helper, I wyll not feare what man doeth vnto me. 7 The lord is my helper, and I shall se my desyre vpon myne enemyes. 8 It is better to trust in the lord, then to put any cofydence in man. 9 It is better to trust in the lord then to put any confydence in prynces. 10 All Heathen compassed me round about but in the name of the lorde wyll I destroye them. 11 They kepe me in on euery side, but in the name of the lord, I wyll destroy them. 12 They came aboute me lyke bees, and wer as hote as the fyre in the thornes, but in the name of the Lorde I wyll destroye them. 13 They thrust at me, that I myght fall, but the lorde was my helpe. 14 The lorde is my strength, and my songe and is become my saluation. 15 The voice of ioy and meyth is in the dwellynges of the rightuous, for the ryght hand of the Lord hath gotten the victory. 16 The ryght hande of the Lord hath the preemynence, the ryght hande of the Lorde hath gotten the victory. 17 I wyll not dye, but lyue, and declare the workes of the lord. 18 The Lorde hath chastened and correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto deathe. 19 Open me the gates of ryghtuousnes, that I maye go in there thorowe, and geue thanckes vnto the Lord. 20 This is the dore of the Lorde, the rightuous shall enter in thorow it. 21 I thancke, the that thou hast herd me, and are become my saluatyon. 22 The same stone whych the builders refused, is become the heade stone in the corner 23 Thys was the Lordes doynge, and it is maruelous in our eyes. 24 This is the, daye whych the Lorde hath made, let vs reioyse and be glad in it. 25 Helpe now O lord O, lord sende vs now prosperity. 26 Blessed be he that commeth in the name of the Lorde, we wysh you good lucke, ye that be of the house of the Lord. 27 God is the lord, and hath shewed vs light O garnysh the solempne feaste wyth grene braunches, euen vnto the hornes of the aulter. 28 Thou art my God, and I wil thancke the: thou art my God, and I wyll prayse the. 29 O geue thanckes vnto the lorde, for he is gracyous, and his mercy endureth for euer. 119 1 Aleph. Blessed are those that be vndefyled in the way: which walcke in the law of the Lord. 2 Blessed are they that kepe hys testimonies, and seke him with their whole herte. 3 Which walcke in hys wayes, and do no wickednes. 4 Thou haste geuen strayte charge to kepe thy commaundementes. 5 O that my wayes were stablished to kepe thy statutes. 6 So shoulde I not be confounded while I haue respecte vnto all thy commaundemente 7 I wyll thancke the wyth an vnfayned herte, because I am learned in the iudgmentes of thy ryghtuousnesse. 8 I wyll kepe thy statutes, O forsake me not vtterly. 9 Beth. Where withall shall a yonge man clense his waye? Euen by rulynge hym selfe after thy worde. 10 Wyth my whole herte do I seke the, O let me not go wronge out of thy commaundementes. 11 Thy wordes haue I hyd wythin my hert that I should not synne against the. 12 Praysed be thou O Lorde, O teache me thy statutes. 13 With my lippes wil I be tellyng out all the iudgmentes of thy mouth. 14 I haue as greate delyte in the way of thy the testimonies, as in al maner of ryches. 15 I wyl exercise my selfe in thy commaundementes, and haue respect vnto thy fotepathe 16 My delite shalbe in thy statutes, I wyll not forget thy wordes. 17 Gimel. O do well vnto thy seruant, that I maye lyue and kepe thy wordes. 18 Open thou myne eyes, and so shall I spy out wonderous thynges in thy lawe. 19 I am a straunger vpon earth, O hide not thy commaundementes fro me. 20 My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desire that I haue alwaie vnto the iudgementes. 21 Thou rebukest the proud, cursed are they that departe from thy commaundementes. 22 O turne fro me shame and rebuke, for I kepe thy testimonies. 23 Princes also syt and speake against me but thy seruaunt is occupied in thy statutes. 24 In thy testomonyes is my delite, they are my councelers. 25 Deleth. My soule cleaueth to the dust, O quicken thou me accordyng to thy word. 26 I knowledged my waies, and thou herdest me, O teach me then thy statutes. 27 Make me to vnderstand the waye of thy commaundementes, and so shall I talcke of thy wonderous workes. 28 My soule melteth awaye for verye heuynesse, O set me vp accordyng vnto thy word 29 Take fro me the waye of lyeng, and graunte me thy lawe. 30 I haue chosen the way of truth, thy iudgementes haue I layed before me. 31 I stycke vnto thy testimonies, O Lorde confound me not. 32 I wyll runne the waye of thy commaundementes, when thou haste comforted my herte. 33 He. Teach me O lord the way of thy statutes and I shall kepe it vnto the ende. 34 O geue me vnderstandyng, & I shall kepe thy lawe, yea I shal kepe it wyth my whole herte. 35 Leade me in the pathe of thy commaundmentes, for that is my desyre, 36 Enclyne myne herte vnto thy testymonies, and not to couetousnes. 37 O turne awaye myne eyes, leste they behold vanite, and quycken me in thy way. 38 O stablish thy word in thy seruaunt, that I may feare the. 39 Take awaie the rebuke that I am afraied of, for thy iudgmentes are amyable. 40 Beholde, my delyte is in thy commaundementes, O quicken me in thy ryghtuousnesse. 41 Vau. Let thy louynge mercy come vnto me, O Lorde, and thy sauynge health accordynge vnto thy worde. 42 That I may geue answere vnto my blasphemers, for my trust is thy word. 43 O take not the worde of treuth vtterly out of my my mouthe, for my hope is in thy iudgementes. 44 So shall I alwaye kepe thy lawe, yea for euer and euer. 45 And I wyll walcke at lybertye, for I seke thy commaundementes. 46 I wyll speake of thy testimonyes euen before kynges, and wyll not be ashamed. 47 My delyte shalbe in thy commaundementes whych I loue. 48 My handes also wyll I lyft vp vnto thy commaundementes which I loue, and my talkinge shalbe of thy statutes. 49 Zain. O thyncke vpon thy seruaunt as concernynge thy worde, wherin thou haste caused me to put my trust. 50 For it is my comfort in my trouble, yea thy word quyckeneth me. 51 The proude haue me greatly in derysyon yet shryncke not I from thy law. 52 I remember thyne euerlasting iudgementes O Lorde, and am comforted. 53 I am horrible afraied for the vngodly, that forsake thy law. 54 Thy statutes are my songes in the house of my pylgremage. 55 I thyncke vpon thy name, O Lorde, in the nyghte esason, and kepe thy lawe. 56 It is mine owne, for I kepe thy commaundementes. 57 Heth Thou art my porcion, O lord, I am purposed to kepe thy law. 58 I make myne humble petycyon in thy presence wyth my whole herte, O be mercyfull vnto me accordynge vnto thy word. 59 I cal myne owne wayes to remembrance, and turne my fete into thy testimonies. 60 I make haste, and prolonge not the time, to kepe thy commaundementes. 61 The congregacyons of the vngodly haue robbed me, but I forget not thy law. 62 At midnight stand I vp, to geue thanckes vnto the, for the iudgmentes of thy ryghtuousnesse. 63 I am a companyon of all them that feare the, and kepe thy commaundementes. 64 The earth, O Lord, is ful of thy mercy. O teach me thy statutes. 65 Teh. O Lord, thou hast dealt frendly wyth thy seruaunt, according vnto thy word. 66 O learne me thy kyndnesse, nourtoure and knowlege, for I beleue thy commaundementes. 67 Before I was troubled, I wente wronge but now I kepe thy word. 68 Thou art good & frendly, O teach me the statutes. 69 The proud ymagyn lyes vpon me, but I kepe thy commaundementes with my whole herte. 70 Their herte is as fat as brawne, but my delyte is in thy law. 71 It is good for me that I haue bene in trouble, that I may learne thy statutes. 72 The law of thy mouth is dearer vnto me, then thousandes of golde and siluer. 73 Iod. Thy hands haue made me and fashyoned me, O geue me vnderstandyng, that I may learne thy commaundementes. 74 They that feare the, wyll be glad when they se me, because I put my truste in thy worde. 75 I knowe, O Lorde, that thy iudgmentes are right, and that thou of very faithfulnes hast caused me to be troubled. 76 O let thy mercyful kyndnesse be my comforte, accordynge to the promes that thou hast made vnto thy seruaunt. 77 O let thy louyng mercies come vnto me, that I may lyue, for thy law is my delite. 78 Let the proud be confounded, which handle me so falslye. 79 But let such as feare the, and knowe the testimonies, be turned vnto me. 80 O let myne herte be vndefyled in thy statutes that I be not ashamed. 81 Caph. My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy word, 82 Myne eyes long sore for thy word, saing: O when wylt thou comforte me? 83 For I am become like a botel in the smoke, yet do not I forget thy statutes. 84 How many are the dayes of thy seruaunt? When wilt thou be auenged of myne aduersaryes? 85 The proude haue dygged pyttes for me, which are not after thy lawe. 86 All thy commaundementes are true, they persecute me falsely, O be thou my helpe. 87 They haue almooste made an ende of me vpon earth, but I forsake not thy commaundementes. 88 O quycken me after thy louynge kyndenes, and so shall I kepe the testimonyes of thy mouth. 89 Lamed. O Lorde, thy worde endureth for euer in heauen. 90 Thy trueth also remayneth from one generacion to another: thou hast layed the foundacion of the earth, and it abydeth. 91 They contynue this daye accordinge too thyne ordinaunce, for all thinges serue the. 92 If my delyte were not in thy lawe, I should perysh in my trouble. 93 I will neuer forget thy commaundementes, for with them thou quickenest me. 94 I am thyne, Oh helpe me, for I seke thy commaundementes. 95 The vngodly laye wayte for me too destroye me, but I considre thy testimonyes. 96 I se that all thynges come to an ende, but thy commaundement is exeeadyng broade. 97 Mem. O what loue haue I vnto thy law? all the daye longe is my talkyng of it. 98 Thou thorow thy commaundement hast made me wyser then myne enemyes, for it is euer by me. 99 I haue more vnderstandyng then all my teachers, for thy testimonies are my studye. 100 Yea, I am wyser then the aged, for I kepe thy commaundementes. 101 I refrayne my fete from euery euell waye, that I maye kepe thy woordes. 102 I shrynke not from thy iudgementes, for thou teachest me. 103 O howe swete are thy woordes vnto my throte? Yea, more then hony vnto my mouth. 104 Thorow thy commaundementes I gette vnderstandynge, therefore I hate all false wayes. 105 Nun. Thy woorde is a lanterne vnto my fete and a light vnto my pathes. 106 I haue sworne and am stedfastly purposed, to kepe the iudgementes of thy righteousnesse. 107 I am troubled aboue measure, quycken me, O Lord, according vnto thy worde. 108 Let the frewill offeringes of my mouthe 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 swarue not I from thy commaundmentes. 111 Thy testimonyes haue I claymed as myne heritage for euer: and why? thei are the very ioye of my herte. 112 I applye myne herte to fulfil thy statutes alwaye, euen vnto the ende. 113 Samech. I hate the vngodly, but thy law do I loue. 114 Thou art my defence & shylde, my truste is in thy woorde. 115 Away fro me ye wycked, I will kepe the commaundementes of my God. 116 O stablish me according vnto thy worde, that I maye lyue, & let me not be disapoynted of my hope. 117 Holde thou me vp, and I shall be safe: yea I shall euer be talkyng of thy statutes. 118 Thou treadest doune 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 testymonies, 120 My flesh trembleth for feare of the, and I am afrayed of thy iudgementes. 121 Ain. I deale wt the thinge that is lawfull & ryght, O geue me not ouer vnto mine oppressours. 122 Be thou suertye for thy seruaunte too do hym good, that the proude do me no wronge. 123 Myne eyes are waysted awaye with lokyng for thy health, and for the worde of thy righteousnesse. 124 O deale with thy seruaunt according vnto thy louing mercy, & teach me thy statutes. 125 I am thy seruaunt, O graunte me vnderstanding, that I may know thy testimonies. 126 It is tyme for the (O Lord) to lay to thine hande, for they haue destroyed thy lawe. 127 For I loue thy commaundementes aboue golde and precious stone. 128 Therfore holde I streyght all thy commaundementes, and all false wayes I vtterly abhorre. 129 Phe. Thy testimonyes are wonderfull, therefore doth my soule kepe them. 130 When thy woorde goeth forthe, it geueth light & vnderstandyng, euen vnto babes. 131 I open my mouth and draw in my breath, for I desyre thy commaundementes. 132 O loke thou vpon me, & be mercifull, as thou vsest to do vnto those that loue thy name. 133 Ordre my goinges after thy woorde that no wickednesse raygne in me. 134 O delyuer me from the wrongeous dealinges of men, and so shall I kepe thy commaundementes. 135 Shewe the light of thy countenaunce vnto thy seruaunt, and learne me thy statutes. 136 Myne eyes gusshe out with water, because men kepe not thy lawe. 137 Zade. Ryghteous art thou, O Lorde, and true is thy judgement. 138 Thy testimonyes that thou hast commaunded are exceadyng, righteous and true. 139 My zeale hath euen consumed me, because myne enemyes haue forgotten thy wordes. 140 Thy worde is tryed to the vttermost, and thy seruaunt loueth it. 141 I am small and of no reputacion, yet do not I forget thy commaundementes. 142 Thy righteousnesse is an euerlastyng righteousnes, and thy lawe is true. 143 Trouble and heuynesse haue taken holde vpon me, yet is my delite in thy commaundementes. 144 The righteousnes of thy testimonyes is euerlastyng, O graunt me vnderstandinge, and I shall lyue. 145 Koph. I call with my whole herte, heare me, O Lorde, I will kepe thy statutes. 146 Yea, euen vpon the do I call, helpe me, & I shall kepe thy testimonies. 147 Early in the mornyng do I crye vnto the, for in thy worde is my trust. 148 Myne eyes preuente the night watches, that I might be occupyed in thy wordes. 149 Heare my voyce, O Lorde, accordynge vnto thy louyng kyndnesse, quycken me accordyng as thou art wont. 150 They drawe nye that of malyce persecute me, and are farre from thy lawe. 151 Be thou nye at hande also, O Lorde, for thy promyses are faythfull. 152 As concernynge thy testimonies, I haue knowen euer sens the beginnuing, that thou hast grounded them for euer. 153 Res. O considre myne aduersite, & deliuer me, for I do not forget thy lawe. 154 Manteyn thou my cause and defende me, quycken me according vnto thy worde. 155 Health is farre from the vngodly, for thei regarde not thy statutes. 156 Great is thy mercy, O Lorde, quicken me as thou art wont. 157 Many there are that trouble me, & persecute me, yet do not I swarue from thy testimonies. 158 It greueth me, when I se, that the transgressours kepe not thy law. 159 Considre, O Lorde, how I loue thy commaundementes, O quycken me with thy louyng kyndnesse. 160 Thy worde is true from euerlastyng, all the iudgementes of thy righteousnesse endure for euer more. 161 Sin. The princes persecute me withoute cause, but my herte standeth in awe of thy woordes. 162 I am as gladde of thy worde, as one that fyndeth great spoyles. 163 As for lyes, I hate and abhorre them, but thy law do I loue. 164 Seuen times a daye do I prayse the, because of thy righteous iudgementes. 165 Great is the peace that they haue whych loue thy law, and they are not offended at it. 166 Lord, I loke for thy sauynge healthe, and do after thy commaundementes. 167 My soule kepeth thy testimonies, and loueth them exceadingly. 168 I kepe thy commaundementes and testimonies, for all my wayes are before the. 169 Thau. Let my complaynte come before the, O Lorde, geue me vnderstanding, accordynge vnto thy worde. 170 Oh let my supplicacion come before the, deliuer me according to thy promes. 171 My lyppes shall speake of thy prayse, seyng thou hast taught me thy statutes. 172 Yea, my tonge shall synge of thy worde, for all thy commaundementes are right. 173 Let thine hande helpe me, for I haue chosen thy commaundementes. 174 I longe for thy sauyng health, O Lorde, and in thy law is my delyte. 175 Oh let my soule lyue and prayse the, that thy iudgementes maye helpe me. 176 I go astraye, lyke a shepe that is lost: Oh seke thy seruaunt, for I do not forget thy commaundementes. 120 1 The song of the steares When I am in trouble, I cal vpon the Lorde, and he answereth me. 2 Delyuer my soule, O Lord from liyng lippes, and from a disceatful tonge. 3 What rewarde shalbe geuen or done vnto the, thou false tonge. 4 Euen myghty and sharpe arowes, wyth hote burnynge coales. 5 Who is me that my banyshmente endureth so longe: I dwel in the tabernacles of the sorowfull. 6 My soule hath long dwelt amonge them that be enemies vnto peace, 7 I laboured for peace, but when I spake therof, they made them to battayle. 121 1 The song of the steares. I lyft vp myne eyes vnto the hylles, from whence commeth my helpe. 2 My helpe commeth euen from the Lord which hath made heauen and earth. 3 He wyll not suffer thy fote to be moued, and he that kepeth the slepeth not. 4 Beholde, he that kepeth Israell, doth nether slomber nor slepe. 5 The Lorde him 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 mone by nyght. 7 The Lorde preserueth the from all euyll, yea it is the Lorde that kepeth thy soule. 8 The Lorde preserueth thy goyng out and thy commynge in, from thys tyme forth for euer more. 122 1 The songe of the steares. I was glad, when they sayed vnto me: we wyll go into the house of the Lorde. 2 Oure fete shall stande in thy gates O Ierusalem. 3 Ierusalem is buylded as a cytye, that is at vnyte in it selfe. 4 For ther the tribes go vp, euen the tribes of the Lorde: to testyfye vnto Israel, to geue thanckes vnto the name of the Lorde. 5 For there is the seate of iudgmente, euen the seate of the house of Dauyd. 6 O praye for the peace of Ierusalem, they shall prospere that loue the. 7 Peace be wyth thy walles, and plenteousnes within thy palaces. 8 For my brethren and companions sakes, I wyll wysh the prosperite. 9 Yea because of the house of the Lord oure God, I wyll seke to do the good. 123 1 The songe of the steares. Vnto the lyft I vp mine eies, thou that dwelleste in the heauens. 2 Beholde euen, as the eyes of seruauntes loke vnto the handes of their maysters: and as the eyes of a maiden vnto the handes of her mastresse, euen so oure eyes wayte vpon the Lorde our God vntylll he haue mercy vpon vs. 3 Haue mercy vpon vs, O Lord, haue mercy vpon vs, for we are vtterly despysed. 4 Our soule is filled with the scornefull reprofe of the welthy, and wyth the despitefulnes of the proude. 124 1 The songe of the steares. If the Lord had not bene of oure side (now may Israel say) 2 If the Lord had not bene of oure syde when men rose vp against vs. 3 They had swalowed vs vp quicke when thei were so wrathfully displeased at vs. 4 Yea the waters had drowned vs, the streame had gone ouer oure soule. 5 The depe waters of the proud had gon euen vnto our soule. 6 But praysed be the Lord, which hath not geuen vs ouer for a praie vnto their teeth. 7 Oure soule is escaped, euen as a byrde out of the snare of the fouler: the snare is broken and we are delyuered. 8 Oure helpe standeth in the name of the Lord, which hath made heauen and earth. 125 1 The song of the steares. They that put their truste in the Lord, are euen as the mounte Syon, which may not be remoued, but standeth fast for euer. 2 The hylles stande about Ierusalem, euen so standeth the Lorde rounde about hys people, from this tyme forthe for euermore. 3 That the rodd of the vngodly come not into the lot of the righteous, lest the righteous put their hande vnto wickednesse. 4 Do wel, O Lord, vnto those that be good and true of herte. 5 As for suche as turne backe vnto their owne wickednesse, the Lorde shall leade them forth with the euell doers: but peace be vpon Israell. 126 1 The songe of the steares. When the Lorde turneth agayn the captiuitie of Syon, then shall we be lyke vnto them that dreame. 2 Then shal our mouth be filled wyth laughter, and oure tonge with ioye. Then shall it be sayd among the Heathen: the Lord hath done greate thynges for them. 3 Yea, the Lorde hath done greate thynges for vs all ready, wherof we reioyse. 4 Turne oure captiuitie, O Lorde, as the ryuers in the south. 5 They that sowe in teares, shall reape in ioye. 6 He that now goeth in hys waye wepyng and beareth forthe good sede, shall come agayne with ioye, & bryng hys sheaues wyth hym. 127 1 The song of the steares. Except the Lord buylde the house, their laboure is but loste that buylde it. Except the Lord kepe the cytye, the watchman waketh but in vayne. 2 It is but lost labour that ye ryse vp early and take no rest, but eate the breade of carefulnesse: for loke to whom it pleaseth him, he geueth it in slepe. 3 Lo, chyldren & the frute of the wombe are an heritage & gift, that commeth of the Lorde. 4 Lyke as the arrowes in the hande of the gyaunt, euen so are the yonge chyldren. 5 Happy is the man, that hathe his quyuerful of them: they shal not be ashamed, when they speake with their enemyes in the gate. 128 1 The song of the steares. Blessed are all they that feare the Lord, & walke in his wayes. 2 For thou shalte eate the laboures of thyne owne handes: O well is the, happy art thou. 3 Thy wyfe shalbe as the frutefull vyne vpon the walles of thy house. Thy chyldren lyke the Olyue braunches rounde about thy table. 4 Lo, thus shal the man be blessed, that feareth the lorde. 5 The lord shall so blesse the out of Syon, that thou shalt se Hierusalem in prosperytie all thy lyfe longe. 6 Yea, that thou shalt se thy chylders chyldren, and peace vpon Israel. 129 1 The song of the steares. Many tyme haue they foughte agaynst me fro my youth vp (may Israel now saye.) 2 Yea, many a tyme haue they fought gaainst me fro my youth vp, but thei haue not ouercome me. 3 The plowers plowed vpon my backe, & made longe forowes. 4 But the righteous lorde hath hewen the yocke of the vngodly in peces. 5 Let them be confounded & turned backewarde, as many as haue euell will at Syon. 6 Let them be euen as the haye vppon the house toppes, whyche wythereth afore it be pluckte vp. 7 Wherof the mower fylleth not his hande, neither he that byndeth vp the sheaues, hys bosome. 8 So that they which go by, saye not so much as: the Lord prospere you, we wish you good lucke in the name of the Lord. 130 1 The song of the steares. Ovt of the depe cal I vnto the O Lord, 2 Lord heare my voice Oh let thyne eares consider wel the voice of my complaint 3 If thou Lorde wylte be extreme to marke what is done amysse. Oh Lord who may abide it? 4 But ther is mercy wyth the, that thou maiest be feared. 5 I loke for the Lord, my soule doth wayte for hym, and in his word is my trust. 6 My soule doth paciently abide the Lorde from the one morning to the other. 7 Let Israel trust in the Lord, for wyth the Lorde there is mercy and plenteouse redempcyon. 8 And he shal redeme Israel from al his synnes. 131 1 The songe of the steares. Lorde, I am not hye mynded, I haue no proude lokes. I do not exercise my selfe in greate matters, whych are hye for me. 2 But I refrayne my soule and kepe it lowlye as a childe that is weaned from his mother: yea my soule is euen as a weaned child 3 Let Israel trust in the Lord, from this time forth for euermore. 132 1 The song of the steares. Lorde, remember Dauyd and all his trouble. 2 How he swore vnto the Lorde, and vowed a vowe vnto the allmyghty one of Iacob: 3 I wyll not come within the tabernacle of my house, nor clyme vp in my bedde. 4 I wyll not suffer myne eyes to slepe, nor myne eye lyddes to slomber. 5 Vntill I fynde out a place for the Lorde, an habitacion for the mightye one of Iacob. 6 Lo we herde of the same at Ephrata, and found it in the woode. 7 We wyll go into hys tabernacle, and fall downe before his fote stole. 8 Aryse, O Lord, into thy restynge place, thou and the arcke of thy strength. 9 Let thy Preastes be clothed wyth rightuousnesse, and let thy saynctes reioyse. 10 For thy seruaunte Dauyds sake turne not awaye the presence of thyne anoynted. 11 The Lord hath made a faythful ooth vnto Dauyd, and he shall not shrynke from it Of the frute of thy body shal I set vpon thy seate. 12 If thy chyldren wyll kepe my couenaunt, and my testimony that I shal lerne them: their chyldren also shal syt vpon thy seate for euermore. 13 For the Lord hath chosen Syon, to be an habitacyon for him selfe hath he chosen her. 14 This shalbe my rest, here wyll I dwel for I haue a delyte therin. 15 I wyll blesse her vytalles wyth increase, and wyll satysfye her poore with bread. 16 I wyl decke her Preastes with health and her saynctes shall reioyse and be glad. 17 Ther shall I make the horne of Dauid to floryshe, I haue ordeyned a lanterne for myne anoynted. 18 As for hys enemyes, I shall clothe them wyth shame, but vpon hym selfe shall hys crowne florysh. 133 1 The song of the steares of Dauyd. Behold, how good and ioyfull a thinge it is, brethren to dwel together in vnitie. 2 It is like the preacious oyntment vpon the heade, that ranne downe vnto the beard: euen vnto Aarons bearde, and wente downe to the skyrtes of his clothyng. 3 Like the dewe of Hermon, which fell vpon the hil of Sion. For there the Lorde promysed hys blesyng, and lyfe for euermoe. 134 1 The song of the steares Behold, O praise the Lord, al ye seruantes of the Lorde, ye that by night stande in the house of the Lord. 2 O lyfte vp youre handes in the Sanctuary, and prayse the Lorde. 3 The lorde that made heauen and earthe blesse the out of Sion. 135 1 Prayse the euerlastynge. O praise the name of the Lord 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 our God. 3 O prayse the lord for the lord is gracious: O sing prayses vnto hys name, for it is louely. 4 For why the Lorde hath chosen Iacob vnto hym selfe, and Israel for his owne possession. 5 For I know that the Lorde is greate, and that our Lorde is aboue all goddes. 6 Whatsoeuer the Lord pleaseth that doth he in heauen and in earth, in the sea, and in all deape places. 7 He bryngeth forth the cloudes from the endes of the worlde, he turneth the lyghtenynges vnto rayne, bryngynge the wyndes out of their treasuryes. 8 Which smote the fyrst borne of Egypte both of man and of beast. 9 He hath sent tokens and wonders into the middest of the, O thou lande of Egypt, vpon Pharao and al his seruauntes. 10 Whych smote dyuerse nacyons, and slew myghty Kynges. 11 Sehon Kynge of the Amorytes, Og the Kynge of Basan, and all the Kyngdomes of Canaan. 12 And gaue their land for an heritage, for an heritage vnto Israel his people. 13 Thy name. O Lorde, endureth for euer, so doeth thy memoryall, O Lorde, from one generacyon to another. 14 For the Lorde wil auenge his people, and be gracyous vnto hys seruauntes. 15 As for the ymages of the Heathen, they are but siluer and golde, the worcke of mens handes. 16 They haue mouthes, and speake not: eyes haue they, but they se not. 17 They haue eares, and yet they heare not, neyther is ther any breath in their mouthes. 18 They that make them, are lyke vnto them, and so are all they that put their trust in them. 19 Prayse the Lord ye house of Israel, praise 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, whych dwelleth at Ierusalem. Praise the euerlastynge. 136 1 O geue thankes vnto the Lord, for he is gracious, and his mercy endureth for euer. 2 O geue thankes vnto the God of all goddes, for his mercy endureth for euer. 3 O thancke the Lord of all Lordes, for his mercy endureth for euer. 4 Whych only doth greate wonders, for his mercy endureth for euer. 5 Which by hys wisdome made the heauens for his mercy endureth for euer. 6 Which layed out the earth aboue the waters, for his mercy endureth for euer. 7 Whych hath made great lyghtes, for hys mercy endureth for euer. 8 The sunne to rule the daye, for hys mercy endureth for euer. 9 The mone and the starres to gouerne the nyght, for his mercy endureth for euer. 10 Whych smote Egypt wyth their fyrste borne, for his mercy endureth for euer. 11 And brought out Israell from among them, for his mercy endureth for euer. 12 With a myghtye hand and stretcheth out arme, for his mercy endureth for euer. 13 Whych deuyded the reed sea into partes, for his mercy endureth for euer. 14 And made Israell to go thorow the myddest of it, for his mercy endureth for euer. 15 But as for Pharao, and his host, he ouerthrewe them in the read sea, for his mercy endureth for euer. 16 Which led hys people thorow the wyldernesse, for his mercy endureth for euer. 17 Whiche smote greate Kynges, for hys mercy endureth for euer. 18 Yea, and slue myghtye Kynges, for hys mercy endureth for euer. 19 Sehon Kyng of the Amorytes, for hys mercy endureth for euer. 20 And Og the Kyng of Basan, for his mercy endureth for euer. 21 And gaue awaye their lande for an herytage, for his mercy endureth for euer. 22 Euen for an heritage vnto Israel hys seruaunt, for his mercy endureth for euer. 23 Which remembreth vs, when we are in trouble, for hys mercy endureth for euer. 24 25 Which geueth fode vnto al flesh, for his mercy endureth for euer. 26 O geue thankes vnto the God of heauen, for his mercy endureth for euer. 137 1 By the waters of Babylon we sat downe and weapte, when we remembred Syon. 2 As for our harpes, we hanged them vpon the trees, that are therin. 3 Then they that led vs awaye captyue, requyred of vs a songe and melody in our heauynes: synge vs one of the songes of Syon. 4 How shall we synge the Lordes songe in a straunge land? 5 If I forget the, O Ierusalem, let my right hande be forgotten. 6 If I do not remember the, lette my tonge cleue to the rofe of my mouth: yea, if I preferre not Ierusalem in my myrth. 7 Remember the children of Edom, O Lorde in the daye of Ierusalem, howe they sayde: doune wyth it, doune wyth it: euen to the grounde. 8 O daughter of Babilon, thou shalt come to mysery thyselfe: yea, 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 wyll geue thankes vnto the. O Lord, wyth my whole herte, euen before the Gods, wil I singe prayses vnto the. 2 I wyll worshyp toward thy holy temple and prayse thy name, because of thy louyng kyndenesse and trueth, for thou hast magnyfyed thy worde, accordyng vnto thy greate name. 3 When I call vpon the, thou hearest me, & endewest my soule wyth muche strength. 4 All the Kynges of the earthe shall prayse the, O Lord, when they heare the wordes of thy mouth. 5 Yea, they shall singe in the wayes of the Lorde, that great is the glory of the Lord. 6 For though the Lorde be hye, yet hath he respecte vnto the lowly: as for the proude, he beholdeth theim a farre of. 7 Though I walke in the middest of trouble, yet shalte thou refreshe me: thou shalte stretche forth thyne hande vpon the furiousnes of myne enemyes, and thy righte hande shall saue me. 8 The Lord shall make good for me, yea, thy mercy, O LORDE, endureth for euer despyse not then the worcke of thyne awne handes. 139 1 To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid. O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. 2 Thou knowest my doune sittyng and myne vprysinge, thou vnderstandest my thoughtes a farre of. 3 Thou art about my path & about my bed and spyest out all my wayes. 4 For lo, there is not a worde in my tonge, but thou, O Lorde knowest it altogether. 5 Thou hast fashioned me behynde and before, and layed thyne hande vpon me. 6 Such knowlege is to wonderfull and excellent for me, I can not atteyne vnto it. 7 Whither shal I go then from thy sprete? or, whyther shall I go then frome thy presence? 8 If I clyme vp into heauen, thou art there if I go doune to hel, thou art there also. 9 If I take the wynges of the mornynge, & remayne in the vttermost parte of the sea: 10 Euen there also shall thy hande leade me, and thy right hand shall holde me. 11 If I saye: peraduenture the darkenesse shall couer me, then shall my nyghte be turned to daye. 12 Yea, the darkenesse is no darkenesse with the, but the nyght is as cleare as the day, the darkenesse and light 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 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 fashyoned beneth in the earth. 16 Thyne eyes se myne vnperfectnesse, they stande all written in thy boke: my dayes were fashyoned, when as yet there was not one of them. 17 How deare are thy counsails vnto me O God? O how greate is the summe of them? 18 If I tell them, they are mo in numbre then the sande: when I wake vp, I am presente with the. 19 Wylt thou not slaye the wycked (Oh God) that the bloudthyrsty myghte departe fro me? 20 For they speake vnright of the, thyne enemyes exalte them selfes presumpteously. 21 I hate them, O Lorde, that hate the: and I maye not awaye wyth those that ryse vp agaynst the. 22 Yea I hate them right sore, therefore are they myne enemyes. 23 Trye me, O God, and seke the grounde of myne herte: proue me, and examen my thoughtes. 24 Loke well if there be any way of wickednesse in me, and leade me in the way euerlastynge. 140 1 To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid. Deliuer me, O Lorde, from the euel men, Oh preserue me from the wycked men. 2 Which ymagin mischief in their hertes, and stere vp strife all the daye longe. 3 They sharpen their tonges lyke a serpent: adders poyson is vnder their lippes. Selah. 4 Kepe me, O Lorde, from the hande of the vngodly: preserue me from the wycked men, which are purposed to ouerthrowe my goynges. 5 The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a net abroade wyth coardes, yea, and set trappes in my waye. Selah. 6 But my sayinge is vnto the Lorde: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer O Lord. 7 O Lord God, thou strength of my health thou hast couered my head in the day of battayle. 8 Let not the vngodly haue hys desyre, O Lord, let him not haue hys purpose, lest they be to proude. Selah. 9 Let the mischief of their owne lippes fall vpon the head of theym, that compase me about. 10 Let hote burnyng coales fall vpon them let them be cast into the fyre, & into the pytte, that they neuer ryse vp agayne. 11 A man full of woordes shall not prospere vpon the earth: a malicious & wicked person shalbe hunted awaye, and destroyed. 12 Sure I am, that the Lorde wyll auenge the poore, & maynteyne the cause of the helpelesse. 13 The righteous also shall geue thanckes vnto thy name, and the iust shall continue in thy sight. 141 1 A Psalme of Dauid. Lorde, I call vpon the: hast the vnto me, & consider my voyce, when I crye vnto the. 2 Let my prayer be setforth in thy sight as the incense, and let the lifting vp of my handes be an euenynge sacrifice. 3 Set a watch, O lorde, before my mouth, yea, a watch at the dore of my lippes. 4 O let not myne herte be enclyned to any euell thyng, to be mynded as the vngodly or wicked men, lest I eate of suche thynges as please them. 5 Let the righteous rather smite me frindly, & reproue me: so will I take it, as though he had poured oyle vpon my head: it shall not hurt my head, yea, I will praye yet for theyr wickednesse. 6 Their iudges stomble at the stone, yet heare they my wordes, that they be ioyfull. 7 Oure bones lye scatered before the pyt, lyke as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde. 8 But myne eyes loke vnto the, O Lorde God: in the is my trust, Oh caste not out my soule. 9 Kepe me from the snare whiche they haue layed for me, and from the trappes of the wicked doers. 10 Let the vngodly fall into their owne nettes together, vntyll I be gone by them. 142 1 The instruccion of Dauid, a prayer when he was in the caue. I crye vnto the Lorde with my voyce, yea, euen vnto the Lord do I make my supplicacion. 2 I poure out my complaynte before hym, and shewe hym of my trouble. 3 When my sprete is in heuynesse, for thou knowest my path: in the way wherin I walke haue they preuely layed a snare for me. 4 I loke vpon my right hande, & se, there is no man that will know me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule. 5 Therfore do I crye vnto the, O Lorde, & say: thou art my hope and my porcion in the londe of the liuing. 6 Considre my complaynt, for I am brought very lowe. O deliuer me fro my persecuters, for thei are to stronge for me. 7 Bryng my soule out of pryson, that I may geue thankes vnto thy name: which thyng if thou wilt graunt me, then shall the righteous resorte vnto my company. 143 1 A Psalme of Dauid. Heare my prayer, O Lord, considre my desire: aunswere me for thy trueth and righteousnesse sake. 2 And entre not into iudgement with thy seruaunt, for in thy sighte shall no man lyuyng be iustefied. 3 For the enemye persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my lyfe doune too the grounde, he layeth me in the darkenesse, as the dead men of the worlde. 4 Therefore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate. 5 Yet do I remembre the times past, I muse vpon all thy workes, yea, I exercise my selfe in the workes of thy handes. 6 I stretche forthe myne handes vnto the, my soule cryeth vnto the oute of the thyrstye lande. Selah. 7 Heare me, O Lorde, & that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not thy face fro me, lest I be lyke vnto theym that go doune into the graue. 8 O let me heare thy louyng kyndnesse by tymes in the morning, for in the is my trust: shew thou me the waye that I should walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the. 9 Deliuer me, O Lord, fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto the. 10 Teache me to do the thynge that pleaseth the, for thou arte my God: lette thy louinge sprete leade me forth vnto the lande of righteousnes. 11 Quicken me, O Lord, for thy names sake and for thy righteousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble. 12 And of thy goodnesse scater myne enemyes abroade, & destroye all them that vexe my soule, for I am thy seruaunt. 144 1 Of Dauid. Blessed be the Lorde my refuge which teacheth my handes to warre, and my fyngers too fyght. 2 My hope and my castell, my defence and my deliuerer, my shylde in whome I trust, which gouerneth the people that is vnder me. 3 Lorde what is man, that thou hast suche respect vnto hym? Or the sonne of man, that thou so regardest hym? 4 Man is like a thing of naught, hys tyme passeth awaye like a shadow. 5 Bowe thy heauens, O Lorde, & come doune, touche the mountaynes, that thei may smoke with all. 6 Sende forthe the lightenynge and scater them, shute out thyne arrowes, and consume them. 7 Sende doune thyne hande from aboue, deliuer me, & take me out of the greate waters, from the hande of straunge chyldren. 8 Whose mouth talketh of vanitie, & theyr right hande is a right hande of falsede, 9 That I maye singe a new songe vnto the O God, and singe prayses vnto the vpon a tenstrynged lute. 10 Thou that geuest victory vnto kynges, & hast deliuered Dauid thy seruaunt from the parell of the swerde. 11 Saue me, and deliuer me from the hande of straunge chyldren, whose mouth talketh of vanitie, and their ryght hande is a ryghte hande of falsede. 12 That oure sonnes maye growe vp as the yong plantes, & that our daughters may be as the polyshed corners of the temple. 13 That oure garners may be full and plenteous with all maner of stoare: that oure shepe maye brynge forth thousandes and hundreth thousandes in our vyllages. 14 That our oxen may be strong to laboure, that there be no mischaunce, no decaye, & no complaynyng in our stretes. 15 Happy are the people that be in suche a case: yea, blessed are the people, whiche haue the Lord for their God. 145 1 A prayse of Dauid. I wyll magnifie the, O God my kyng, I wil prayse thy name for euer & euer. 2 Euery daye wil I geue thankes vnto the, & praise thy name for euer and euer. 3 Great is the Lord, & maruelous worthy to be praysed, there is no ende of his greatenesse. 4 One generacion shall prayse thy workes vnto another, and declare thy power. 5 As for me I will be talkynge of thy worshyp, thy glory, thy prayse, and wonderous workes. 6 So that men shal speake of the myght of thy maruelous actes, and tell of thy greatenes. 7 The memorial of thyne aboundant kyndnes shalbe shewed, & men shall synge of thy righteousnesse. 8 The Lord is gracious and merciful, longe sufferyng, and of great goodnesse. 9 The Lorde is louynge vnto euery man, & hys mercy is ouer all hys workes. 10 All thy workes prayse the (O Lorde) and thy saynctes geue thankes vnto the. 11 They shew the glory of the kyngdome, & talke of thy power. 12 That thy power, thy glory & mightinesse of thy kyngedome myghte be knowen vnto men. 13 Thy kyngdome is an euerlastyng kyngedome, and thy dominion endureth thorowe out all ages. 14 The Lord vpholdeth all such as shoulde fall, and lifteth vp all those that be doune. 15 The eyes of all wayte vpon the, and thou geuest them their meate in due season. 16 Thou openest thyne hande, and fyllest all thinges liuing with plenteousnesse. 17 The Lord is righteous in all his wayes, and holy in all hys workes. 18 The Lord is nye vnto them that call vpon him, yea, al such as call vpon hym faithfully. 19 He fulfilleth the desire of them that feare him, he heareth their crie, and helpeth them. 20 The Lord preserueth all theym that loue hym, but scatreth abroade all the vngodly. 21 My mouth shall speake the prayse of the Lord, and let all flesh geue thankes vnto his holy name for euer and euer. Prayse the euerlastynge. 146 1 Prayse the euerlastyng. Prayse the Lorde, O my soule: 2 whyle I lyue will I prayse the Lorde: yea, as longe as I haue any beyng, I will sing prayses vnto my God. 3 O put not your trust in prynces, nor in any chylde of man, for there is no helpe in them. 4 For when the breath of man goeth forth, he shall turne agayne to his earth, and so all hys thoughtes perysh. 5 Blessed is he that hath the God of Iacob for his helpe, and whose hope is in the Lord hys God. 6 Which made heauen and earth, the sea, & all that therin is, which kepeth hys promise for euer. 7 Which helpeth them to righte that suffre wrong, which fedeth the hongry. The Lord louseth men out of pryson, 8 the Lord geueth sight to the blynde. The Lorde helpeth them vp that are fallen, the Lord loueth the righteous. 9 The Lorde careth for the straungers, he defendeth the fatherlesse and wydow: as for the way of the vngodly, he turneth it vpside doune. 10 The Lord thy God, O Syon, is kyng for euermore, & thorow out all generacions. Prayse the euerlastynge. 147 1 Prayse the euerlastyng. O prayse the Lord, for it is a good thyng to sing prayses vnto our God: yea, a ioyful & pleasaunt thing is it to be thankeful. 2 The Lorde shall buylde vp Hierusalem, & gather together the outcastes of Israel. 3 He healeth the contryte in herte, and byndeth vp their woundes. 4 He telleth the numbre of the starres, and calleth them all by their names. 5 Great is our Lord, & great is his power: yea, hys wysdome is infinitie. 6 The Lord setteth vp the meke, and bryngeth the vngodly doune to the grounde. 7 O singe vnto the Lorde with thankesgeuyng, sing prayses vpon the harpe vnto our God. 8 Which couereth the heauen wyth cloudes, prepareth rayn for the earth, & maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaynes. 9 Which geueth fodre vnto the cattell, and fedeth the yong rauens that call vpon hym. 10 He hath no pleasure in the strengthe of an horse, neither deliteth he in any mans legges. 11 But the Lordes delyte is in them that feare hym, and put their trust in his mercy. 12 Prayse the Lord O Ierusalem, prayse thy God O Sion. 13 For he maketh fast the barres of the gates, and blesseth the chyldren within the. 14 He maketh peace in thy borders, & filleth the with the floure of wheate. 15 He sendeth forth hys commaundemente vpon earth, his worde runneth swyftly. 16 He geueth snow lyke wolle, & scatereth the hore frost lyke ashes. 17 He casteth forth hys yse lyke morsels, who is able to abyde hys frost? 18 He sendeth out hys woorde and mealteth them, he bloweth with hys wynd, & the waters flowe. 19 He sheweth hys woorde vnto Iacob, hys statutes and ordinaunces vnto Israel. 20 He hath not dealte so with all the Heathen, neither haue they knowlege of hys lawes. Prayse the euerlastyng. 148 1 Prayse the euerlastyng. O prayse the Lorde of heauen, prayse hym in the heygth. 2 Prayse hym all ye aungels of hys, prayse hym all hys hoost. 3 Prayse hym Sunne and Moone, prayse hym all ye starres and light. 4 Prayse hym all ye heauens, and ye waters that be vnder the heauens. 5 Let them prayse the name of the Lorde, for he commaunded, and they were made. 6 He hath made them fast for euer and euer, he hath geuen them a lawe whiche shall not be broken. 7 Prayse the Lord vpon earth, ye whalfysshes, and al depes. 8 Fyre and hayle, snow and vapors, wynde and storme, fulfillynge his worde. 9 Mountaynes and al hilles, fruteful trees and all Cedres. 10 Beastes and cattel, wormes and fethered foules. 11 Kynges of the earth and all people, Prynces and iudges of the worlde. 12 Yonge men and maydens, olde men and chyldren: 13 let them prayse the name of the Lord, for his name only is excellent, and his prayse aboue heauen and earth. 14 He exalteth the horne of his people, all hys saynctes shall prayse hym, the chyldren of Israell, euen the people that serueth him. Prayse the euerlastyng. 149 1 Prayse the euerlastynge. O synge vnto the Lorde a newe songe, let the congregacion of saynctes prayse hym. 2 Let Israell reioyse in hym that made hym, & let the chyldren of Sion be ioyfull in their kyng. 3 Let them prayse his name in the daunce, let them singe prayses vnto hym with tabrettes and harpes. 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 sharpe swerdes 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 with lynckes of yron. 9 That they may be auenged of them, as it is written, such honour haue all his saynctes. Prayse the euerlastynge. 150 1 Prayse the euerlastyng. O prayse the Lord in his Sanctuary, prayse hym in the fyrmament of hys power. 2 Prayse hym in his noble actes, prayse him in hys excellent greatnesse. 3 Prayse hym in the sounde of the trompet, prayse hym vpon the lute and harpe. 4 Prayse hym in the cymbales and daunse prayse hym vpon the strynges and pype. 5 Prayse hym vpon the weltuned cymbals prayse him vpon the loude cymbales. 6 Let euery thing that hath breth, prayse the Lorde. Prayse the euerlastynge.