Psalms 125:1-150:6 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.

Matthew⁽ⁱ⁾ 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.