Psalms 18:1-30:12 To the chaunter of Dauid, seruaunt of the Lorde, whiche sayde vnto the Lorde the woordes of thys songe, on the daye in which the Lorde delyuered hym from the hande of all hys enemyes, and from the hande of Saul, and sayde. I wyll loue the (O Lorde) my strength.

Matthew⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ To the chaunter of Dauid, seruaunt of the Lorde, whiche sayde vnto the Lorde the woordes of thys songe, on the daye in which the Lorde delyuered hym from the hande of all hys enemyes, and from the hande of Saul, and sayde. I wyll loue the (O Lorde) my strength. ² The Lorde is my succour, my refuge, my sauyoure: my God, my helper in whome I trust: my buckler, the horne of my health, and my proteccion. ³ I will prayse the Lorde, and call vppon hym, so shall I be safe fro myne enemyes. ⁴ The sorowes of deathe compassed me, and the brokes of vngodlynes made me afrayed. ⁵ The paynes of hell came aboute me, the snares of death toke holde vpon me. ⁶ Yet in my trouble I called vpon the Lord, and complayned vnto my God. So he hearde my voyce out of hys holye temple, and my complaynte came before hym ye euen into hys eares. ⁷ Then the earth trembled and quaked, the verye foundacyones of the hylles shoke and were remoued, because he was wroth. ⁸ There wente a smoke oute of hys nostrels and a consuming fyre out of his mouth so that coales were kyndled at it. ⁹ He bowed the heauens & came downe, and it was darke vnder his fete. ¹⁰ He rode vpon the Cherubyns & dyd fle: he came flyenge wyth the wynges of the wynde. ¹¹ He made darcknesse his pauylion rounde aboute hym, wyth darcke water and thycke cloudes to couer him. ¹² At the brightnes of his presence the cloudes remoued, wyth hayle stones and coales of fyre. ¹³ The Lord also thondred out of the heauen and the heygth gaue his thonder wyth haile stones and coales of fyre. ¹⁴ He sente oute hys arrowes and scattered them, he cast sore lyghtenynges, and destroied them. ¹⁵ The sprynges of waters were sene, and the foundacyons of the rounde worlde were discouered at thy chidynge (O Lorde) at the blastynge and breth of thy displeasures. ¹⁶ He sente doune from the heygth to fetch me, and toke me out of greate waters. ¹⁷ He delyuered me fro my stronge enemies & fro my foes whych were to myghtye for me ¹⁸ They preuented me in the time of my trouble, but the Lorde was my defence. ¹⁹ He broughte me forthe also into lybertye: and delyuered me, because, he had a fauoure vnto me. ²⁰ The Lorde shall rewarde me after my righteous dealynge, and accordynge to the clennesse of my handes shall he recompense me. ²¹ For I haue kepte the wayes of the Lord: and haue not behaued my selfe wickedly agaynst my God. ²² I haue an eye vnto all hys lawes, and caste not oute hys commaundementes fro me. ²³ Vncorrupte wyll I be before him, and will eschue myne owne wyckednes. ²⁴ Therfore shall the Lorde rewarde me after my ryghtuous dealynge, and accordinge vnto the clennesse of my handes in his eye sighte. ²⁵ With the holye thou shalte be holye, and wyth the innocente thou shalte be innocente. ²⁶ With the cleane thou shalt be cleane, and with the frowarde thou shalte be frowarde. ²⁷ For thou shalte saue the poore oppressed, and brynge doune the hye lokes of the proude. ²⁸ Thou lyghtest my candell, O Lorde my God: thou maketh my darcknesse to be light ²⁹ For in the I can dyscomforte an hoste of men: yea in my God I can leape ouer the walle. ³⁰ The waye of God is a perfecte waye: the wordes of the Lorde are tryed in the fire: he is a shylde of defence, for all them that truste in hym. ³¹ For who is God, but the Lord? Or who hath any strength, but our God? ³² It is God that gyrded me with strength, and made my way vncorrupt. ³³ He hathe made my fete lyke hertes fete, and set me vpon hye. ³⁴ He teacheth myne handes to fyght, & maketh myne armes to breake euen a bowe of stele. ³⁵ Thou haste geuen me the defence of thy healthe, thy ryghte hande vpholdeth me, and thy louynge correctyon maketh me greate. ³⁶ Thou hast made roume ynough vnder me for to go, that my fote steppes shuld not slyde. ³⁷ I wyll folowe vpon myne enemyes, and take them: I wyll not turne tyll they be dyscomforted. ³⁸ I wyll smyte them, they shall not be able to stand, but fal vnder my fete. ³⁹ Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto the battel, thou hast throwen them al downe vnder me that rose vp agaynst me. ⁴⁰ Thou hast made myne enemyes to turne heir backes vpon me, thou haste destroyed them: that hated me. ⁴¹ They cryed, but there was none to helpe them: yea euen vnto the Lorde, but he heard them not. ⁴² I wyll beate them as smalle as the duste claye in the wynde, I wyll cast them out as the clay in the stretes. ⁴³ Thou shalt delyuer me from the striuynges of the people, thou shalt make me the head of the Heathen. A people whom I haue not knowne shal serue me. ⁴⁴ As soone as they heare of me, they shall obey me, but the straung chyldren dyssemble with me. ⁴⁵ The straunge chyldren are waxen olde, and go haltynge out of their pathes. ⁴⁶ The Lorde lyueth: and blessed be, my helper, praysed be the God of my health. ⁴⁷ Euen the God which seyth that I be auenged, and subdueth the people vnto me. ⁴⁸ It is he that delyuereth me from my cruell enemyes: thou shalt lyfte me vp from them that ryse against me, thou shalt rid me from the wycked man. ⁴⁹ For this cause I wyll geue thankes vnto the (O lorde) among the gentiles, and synge prayses vnto thy name. ⁵⁰ Greate prosperitye geueth he vnto hys Kynge: and sheweth louynge kyndnesse vnto Dauyd hys anoynted yea & vnto his sede for euermore. ¹⁹ ¹ To the chaunter, a Psalm of Dauid. The very heauens declare the glory of God, and the very firmament sheweth his handy worcke. ² One daye telleth another, and one nyght certifyeth another. ³ There is neyther speach ner language, but their voices are hard among them. ⁴ Their sounde is gone oute into all landes, and their wordes into the endes of the worlde. ⁵ In them hathe he sette a tabernacle for the Sunne, whych commeth forthe as a brydegrome out of his chamber, and reioyseth as a giaunt to runne his course. ⁶ It goeth forth from the one ende of the heauen, and runneth aboute vnto the same ende agayne, and there maye no man hyde hym selfe from the heate therof. ⁷ The lawe of the Lorde is a perfecte lawe it quickeneth the soule. The testimonye of the Lorde is true, and geueth wisdome euen vnto babes. ⁸ The statutes of the Lord are ryght, and reioyse the hert: the commaundement of the lord is pure, and geueth lyght vnto the eyes. ⁹ The feare of the Lorde is cleane, and endureth for euer: the iudgementes of the Lord are true and ryghtuous altogether. ¹⁰ More pleasaunt are they then golde, yea then much fyne golde: sweter then hony and the hony combe. ¹¹ These thy seruaunt kepeth, & for kepynge of them there is great reward. ¹² Who can tell, how oft he offendeth? Oh clense thou me fro my secrete fautes. ¹³ Kepe the seruaunt also from presumptuous synnes, lest they get the dominion ouer me: so shall I be vndefyled and innocent from the greate offence. ¹⁴ Yea the words of my mouth and the meditacion of my herte shalbe acceptable vnto the, O Lorde, my helper and my redemer. ²⁰ ¹ To the chanter, a Psalme of Dauid. The Lorde heare the in the tyme of trouble, that name of the God of Iacob defend the. ² Send the helpe from the Santuary, and strength the oute of Sion. ³ Remembre all thy offerynges, and accept thy brent sacrifice, Selah. ⁴ Graunte the thy hertes desyre, and fulfill all thy mynde. ⁵ We wyll reioyse in thy health, & triumphe in the name of the Lorde our God: the Lord perfourme all thy peticion. ⁶ Now knowe I, that the Lord helpeth hys anoynted, and will heare hym from his holy heauen: myghtye is the helpe of hys ryghte hande. ⁷ Some put their trust in charettes, & some in horses: but we will remembre the name of the Lorde oure God. ⁸ They are broughte doune and fallen, but we are rysen and stande vp right. ⁹ Saue, Lorde, and helpe vs, O kyng, when we call vpon the. ²¹ ¹ To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid. Lorde, how ioyfull is the kyng in thy strength? O how exceadyng glad is he of thy sauynge health? ² Thou haste geuen him hys hertes desyre, and hast not put him from the request of hys lippes. Selah. ³ For thou hast preuented him with liberal blessinges, and set a croune of golde vpon hys head. ⁴ He asked lyfe of the, and thou gauest him a longe lyfe, euen for euer and euer. ⁵ His honour is great in thy sauing health, glory and great worship shalt thou laye vpon hym. ⁶ For thou shalt geue hym euerlastinge felicitie, and make hym glad with the ioye of thy countenaunce. ⁷ And why? because the kynge putteth hys trust in the Lord, and in the mercy of the most hyest he shall not miscary. ⁸ Let all thyne enemyes fele thy hande: let thy right hande fynde out all theym that hate the. ⁹ Thou shalt make them like a fyry ouen in tyme of thy wrath: the Lorde shall destroye them in hys displeasure, and the fyre shal consume them. ¹⁰ Their frute shalte thou rote oute of the earth, and their sede from amonge the chyldren of men. ¹¹ For they intended mischief agaynst the, & ymagined suche deuyces, as they were not able to perfourme. ¹² Therfore shalte thou put them to flighte, & with thy strynges thou shalte make ready thyne arrowes agaynst the faces of them. ¹³ Be thou exalted, Lorde in thyne owne strength, so wyll we synge and prayse thy power. ²² ¹ To the chaunter vppon Aieleth of the dawnyng, a Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God: why haste thou forsaken me? the wordes of my complaynte are farre fro my health. ² O my God, I crye in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest. ³ Yet dwellest thou in the sanctuarye, O thou worshyppe of Israel. ⁴ Oure fathers hoped in the, they trusted in the, and thou dyddest deliuer them. ⁵ They called vpon the, & were helped: they put their trust in the, & were not confounded. ⁶ But as for me, I am a worme & no man: a very scorne of men and the outcaste of the people. ⁷ Al they that se me, laugh me to scorne: thei shute out their lippes, & shake their heades. ⁸ He trusted in God, let hym delyuer hym: let him helpe hym, if he will haue hym. ⁹ But thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe: thou waste my hope, when I hanged yet vpon my mothers brestes. ¹⁰ I haue bene left vnto the euer sence I was borne, thou art my God, euen fro my mothers wombe. ¹¹ O go not fro me then, for trouble is harde at hande, and here is none to helpe me. ¹² Great bulles are come about me, fatte oxen close me in on euery syde. ¹³ They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as it were a rampynge and roarynge Lyon. ¹⁴ I am poured out lyke water, all my boones are out of ioynt: my herte in the middest of my body is euen lyke meltyng waxe. ¹⁵ My strength is dryed vp lyke a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, & thou haste brought me into the dust of death. ¹⁶ For dogges are come about me, the counsail of the wicked hath layed seage against me. They pearsed my handes and my fete, ¹⁷ I might haue tolde all my bones: as for them, they stode staryng and lokyng vpon me. ¹⁸ They haue parted my garmentes among them, and cast lottes vpon my vesture. ¹⁹ But be not thou farre fro me, O Lorde: thou art my succoure, haste the to helpe me. ²⁰ Delyuer my soule from the swearde, my dearlyng from the power of the dogge. ²¹ Saue me from the Lyons mouth, & heare me from amonge the hornes of the Vnicornes. ²² So wyll I declare thy name vnto my brethren, in the middest of the congregacion wyl I prayse the. ²³ O praise the Lord ye that feare him: Magnify hym all ye sede of Iacob, and let al the sede of Israel feare hym. ²⁴ For he hath not despised nor abhorred the miserable estate of the poore: he hath not hid hys face fro me, but when I called vnto him he herde me. ²⁵ I wyll prayse the in the great congregacion, and perfourme my vowes in the sighte of all them that feare the. ²⁶ The poore shall eate & be satisfied: they that seke after the Lord shal prayse hym: our hert shall lyue for euer. ²⁷ All the endes of the worlde shall remembre them selfes, and be turned vnto the Lorde: & all the generacions of the Heithen shal worshippe before hym. ²⁸ For the kyngdom is the Lordes, & he shal be the gouernour of the Heythen. ²⁹ All such as be fat vpon earth, shall eate also and worshippe. All they that lye in the dust, and lyue so hardly, shall fall doune before hym. ³⁰ The sede shall serue hym, and preache of the Lord for euer. ³¹ They shall come, and declare hys ryghteousnes: vnto a people that shallbe borne, whome the Lorde hath made. ²³ ¹ A Psalme of Dauid. The Lord is my shepherde, I can want nothynge. ² He fedeth me in a grene pasture, and ledeth me to a freshe water. ³ He quickeneth my soule, and bryngeth me forth in the waye of righteousnes for his names sake. ⁴ Though I should walke now in the valley of the shadow of death, yet I feare not euel for thou arte with me: thy staffe & thy shepehoke comforte me. ⁵ Thou preparest a table before me agaynste myne enemyes: thou anoyntest my head with oyle, and fyllest my cuppe ful. ⁶ Oh let thy louing kyndnes and mercy folowe me all the dayes of my life, that I may dwell in the house of the Lorde for euer. ²⁴ ¹ A Psalme of Dauid. The earth is the Lordes, & all that therin is: the compase of the world, & al that dwell therein. ² For he hath founded it vpon the seas, and buylded it vpon the floudes. ³ Who shall go vp into the hyll of the Lord? Or who shal remayne in his holy place? ⁴ Euen he that hath innocent handes and a cleane hert: which lifteth not vp his minde vnto vanite, and sweareth not to disceaue. ⁵ He shal receaue the blessing from the Lord, and mercy from God his sauiour. ⁶ This is the generation of them that seke hym, of them that seke thy face, O Iacob. Selah. ⁷ Open your gates (O ye princes) lette the euerlastynge dores be opened, that the kyng of glory may come in. ⁸ Who is this kyng of glory? It is the Lorde strong and myghtie, euen the Lorde myghty in batell. ⁹ Open youre gates (O ye princes) let the euerlastynge dores be opened, that the kyng of glory may come in. ¹⁰ Who is this king of glory? It is the Lord of Hoostes, he is the kynge of glorye. Selah. ²⁵ ¹ Of Dauid, Vnto the (O Lorde) I lyft vp my soule. ² My God, I trust in the: Oh lette me not be confounded, leste myne enemyes tryumphe ouer me. ³ For all they that hope in the shall not be ashamed: but suche as be scornefull despysers without a cause they shall be put to confucyon. ⁴ Shewe me thy wayes, O Lord, & teach me thy pathes. ⁵ Lede me in thy trueth and learne me, for thou art the God of my healthe, and in the is my hope al the day long. ⁶ Call to remembrance, O Lorde, thy tender mercyes and thy louynge kyndenesses, which haue bene euer of olde. ⁷ Oh remembre not the synnes and offences of my youth, but accordynge vnto thy mercye thynke vpon we, O Lord, for thy goodnesse. ⁸ O how frendly & rightuous is the Lord, therfore will he teach synners in the way. ⁹ He ledeth the symple a right, & suche as be meke them lerneth he his wayes. ¹⁰ All the wayes of the Lord are verye mercy and faythfulnes, vnto suche as kepe hys testament and couenaunte. ¹¹ For thy names sake, O Lorde, be mercyfull vnto my synne, for it is greate. ¹² Whatsoeuer he be that feareth the Lorde he shall shewe hym the waye that he hathe chosen. ¹³ Hys soule shall dwell at ease, and his sede shal possesse the lande. ¹⁴ The secrete of the Lorde is amonge them that feare him, and he sheweth them hys couenaunt. ¹⁵ Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the Lorde, for he shall plucke my fete oute of the net. ¹⁶ Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery. ¹⁷ The sorowes of my herte, are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles. ¹⁸ Loke vpon myne aduersyty and misery, & forgeue me all my synnes. ¹⁹ Consyder how myne enemyes are many, and beare a malicious hate against me. ²⁰ O kepe my soule, and delyuer me: let me not be confounded, for I haue put my trust in the. ²¹ Let inocencye and ryghtuous dealynge walie vpon me, for my hope is in the. ²² Delyuer Israell, O God oute of all hys trouble. ²⁶ ¹ Of Dauid. Be thou my iudge, O Lord, for I walke innocently: my trust is in the Lorde therfore shal I not fal. ² Examen me. O Lorde, and proue me: trye out my raines and my hert ³ For my louynge kindnesse is before mine eyes, and I walke in thy truth. ⁴ I syt not amonge vayne personnes, & haue no feloshippe with the disceatfull. ⁵ I hate the congregacyon of the wycked, and I wyll not syt amonge the vngodlye. ⁶ I wash my handes with innocencye, O Lorde, and so go I to thyne alter. ⁷ That I may shewe the voice of thy praise and tell of all thy wonderous workes, ⁸ Lorde, I loue the habitacion of thy house, and the place where thy honoure dwelleth. ⁹ O destroy not my soule wyth the sinners nor my lyfe with the bloudthursty. ¹⁰ In whose handes is wyckednesse, and their right hande is full of gyftes. ¹¹ But as for me I wyll walcke innocentely: O deliuer me, and be mercyfull vnto me. ¹² My fote standeth right: I wyll prayse the (O Lorde) in the congregations. ²⁷ ¹ Of Dauid. The Lorde is my lyghte and my health: whome then shoulde I feare? the Lorde is the strength of my life, for whom then shuld I be afraied? ² Therfore when the wycked, euen myne enemies and my foes, came vpon me, to eate vp my flesh, stombled and fell. ³ Thoughe an hooste of men were layed agaynst me, yet shall not my hert be afrayed: and though there rose vp warre agaynst me, yet wyll I put my trust in him. ⁴ One thynge haue I desyred of the Lorde, which I wyll requyre: namelye, that I maye dwel in the house of the Lorde all the dayes of my lyfe, to beholde the fayre beutye of the Lorde, and to viset his temple. ⁵ For in the tyme of trouble he hath hydde me in his tabernacle, yea in the secrete place of his dwellynge hath he kept and set me vp vpon a rocke of stone. ⁶ And now hath he lift vp my head aboue myne enemyes, that compassed me rounde aboute. Therfore wyll I offer in hys dwellynge. the oblacyon of thankesgeuynge: I wil singe and speake prayses vnto the Lorde. ⁷ Herken vnto my voyce, O Lorde, when I crye vnto the: haue mercye vpon me and heare me, ⁸ My hert speketh vnto the, my face seketh the, yea Lorde, thy face wyll I seke. ⁹ O hyde not thou thy face fro me, caste not in thy seruaunt of displeasure. Thou art my succour, leaue me not, nether forsake me, O God my sauioure. ¹⁰ For my father and my mother haue forsaken me, but the Lord hath taken me vp. ¹¹ Shewe me thy waye O Lord and lede me in the right path, because of myne ennemye ¹² Delyuer me not into the wyles of myne aduersaryes, for there are false wytnesses risen vp against me, and they ymagyne myschyefe. ¹³ Neuerthelesse I beleue verelye to se the goodnesse of the Lorde in the lande of the lyuynge. ¹⁴ O tary thou the Lordes leisure, be strong let thyne hert be of good comfort, and wayte thou still for the Lorde. ²⁸ ¹ Of Dauid. Vnto the wil I crye, O my strong defence: thinke no scorne of me, leste if thou make the as thoughe thou herdeste not, I be come lyke them, that go downe in to the pyt. ² Heare the voyce of my humble peticyon, when I cry vnto the, and hold vp my handes toward thy holy temple. ³ O plucke me not awaye amonge the vngodly and wickeddoers, which speake frendly to their neyghboure, but ymagin mischefe in their hertes. ⁴ Rewarde them accordynge to their dedes and wyckednesse of their owne inuencyons. Recompence them after the worckes of their handes, paye them that they haue deserued. ⁵ For they regarde not the worckes of the Lorde, nor the operacyon of his hands: therfore shall he breake them down, and not bild them vp. ⁶ Praysed be the Lorde, for he hath herd the voyce of myne humble petycyon. ⁷ The Lord is my strength and my shylde: my hert hoped in hym, and I am helped: therfore my hert daunseth for ioy, and I wil sing praises vnto hym. ⁸ The Lord is the strength of his people, he is the defender and Sauioure of his anoynted. ⁹ O helpe thy people, geue thy blessyng vnto thyne enheritaunce: fede them, and set them vp for euer. ²⁹ ¹ A Psalme of Dauid. Ascribe vnto the Lorde, O ye mightie, ascribe vnto the Lord worship and strength. ² Geue the Lord the honour of his name bow your selues to the holy magesty of the Lord, ³ It is the Lorde that commaunded the waters: It is the gloryus God that maketh the thonder: it is the Lorde that ruleth the sea. ⁴ The voyce of the Lorde is mighty in operacyon, the voice of the Lorde is a glorius voyce. ⁵ The voyce of the Lorde breaketh the Cedre trees: yea the Lorde breaketh the Ceders of Libanus. ⁶ He maketh them to skyppe lyke a calfe: Libanus and Sirion lyke a younge vnicorne ⁷ The voyce of the Lorde deuydeth the flames of fyre: ⁸ the voice of the Lorde shaketh the wylderuesse, yea the Lorde shaketh the wildernesse of Cades. ⁹ The voyce of the Lorde moueth the hyndes and discouereth the thicke bushes: in hys temple shall euerye man speake of hys honoure. ¹⁰ The Lord stilleth the water floud, and the Lord remaineth a king for euer. ¹¹ The Lorde shall geue power vnto hys people, the Lord shall geue his people the blessyng of peace. ³⁰ ¹ A Psalme and songe of the dedicatiou of the house of Dauid. I wyll magnifye the, O Lord, for thou hast set me vp, and not suffred my foes to triumphe ouer me. ² O Lord my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me. ³ Thou Lord hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my lyfe, where as they go downe to the pyt. ⁴ Singe prayses vnto the Lord (O ye saintes of hys) geue thankes vnto hym for a remembraunce of hys holynesse. ⁵ For his wrath endureth but the twincling of an eie, and his pleasure is in lyfe: heuinesse may well endure for a nyght, but ioye commeth in the morning. ⁶ As for me, when I was in prosperytye, I sayd: Tush I shal neuer fall more. ⁷ And why? thou Lord of thy goodnesse hadest made my hyll so stronge. But as soone as thou turnedest thy face fro me, I was brought in feare. ⁸ Then cryed I vnto the, O Lorde, yea vnto the Lord made I my praier. ⁹ What profyt is ther in my bloude, if I go downe to corruption? May the dust geue thankes vnto the? Or shal it declare thy faythfulnesse? ¹⁰ Heare, O Lorde, and haue mercye vpon me: Lord be thou my helper. ¹¹ And so thou hast turned my heuynesse into ioye: thou haste put of my sacke cloth, & gyrded me with gladnesse. ¹² That mine honoure myght synge praises vnto the without ceasyng: O Lord my God, I wil geue thankes vnto the for euer.