Psalms 135:1-150:6 Prayse the euerlastynge. O praise the name of the Lord prayse it O ye seruauntes of the Lorde.

Matthew⁽ⁱ⁾ 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.