Psalms 19:-36:1 To the chaunter, a Psalm of Dauid. The very heauens declare the glory of God, and the very firmament sheweth his handy worcke.

Matthew⁽ⁱ⁾ 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. ³¹ ¹ To the chaunter a Psalme of Dauyd. In the O lord, is my trust: let me neuer be put to confusyon, but delyuer me in thy rightuousnesse. ² Bow downe thyne eare to me, make haste to delyuer me: be thou my strong rocke and a house of defence, that thou mayest saue me. ³ For thou arte my stronge holde and my castel: O be thou my gide and lede me for thy names sake. ⁴ Drawe me out of the nette that they haue layed pryuelye for me, for thou arte my strength ⁵ In to thy handes I commende my spirite: thou hast delyuered me O Lorde thou God of truth. ⁶ I hate them that holde of vanites, and my trust is in the Lord. ⁷ I wil be glad and reioyse in thy mercy for thou hast consydered my trouble, thou haste knowne my soule in aduersity. ⁸ Thou hast not delyuered me ouer into the handes of the enemye, but hast set my fete in a large rowme. ⁹ Haue mercy vpon me, O Lorde, for I am in trouble, myne eye consumed for verye heuynesse, yea my soule and my body. ¹⁰ My lyfe is waxen olde with heuines, and my yeares with moornyng. My strength fayleth me because of mine aduersitie, and my bones are corrupt. ¹¹ I am become a verye reprofe amonge all myne enemyes, my neyghbours and they of myne owne aquayntaunce are afraied of me they that se me in the streate, conueye them selues fro me. ¹² I am cleane forgotten and oute of mynde as a dead man: I am become lyke a broken vessell. ¹³ For I haue harde the blasphemy of the multytude: euerye man abhorreth me: they haue gathered a councell together agaynste me, and are purposed to take awaye my lyfe. ¹⁴ But my hope is in the Lord, and I say thou art my God. ¹⁵ My tyme is in thy hande: deliuer me from the hand of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me. ¹⁶ Shewe thy seruaunte the lyghte of thy countenaunce, helpe me for thy mercyes sake. ¹⁷ Let me not be confounded, O Lorde, for I calle vpon the: lette the vngodlye rather be put to confusyon, and broughte vnto the hell. ¹⁸ Let the lieng lippes be put to silence which cruely, disdainefully, and despitefully speake against the rightuous. ¹⁹ O howe greate and manyfolde is thy good, whyche thou haste hyd for them that feare the? O what thinges bringest thou to passe for them, that put their truste in the, euen before the sonnes of men? ²⁰ Thou hydest them priuely by thyne owne presence from the proude men, thou kepeste them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges. ²¹ Thankes be to the Lorde, for he hath shewed me maruelous greate kyndenesse in a strong cytye. ²² For when the suddaine feare cam vpon me I said: I am cast out of thy sighte. Neuerthelesse, thou herdest myne humble prayer, when I cried vnto the. ²³ O loue the Lorde (all ye hys saynctes) for the Lorde preserueth the faythfull, and plenteusly rewardeth he the proud doer. ²⁴ Be strong therfore and take a good herte vnto you, all ye that put your trust in the Lord. ³² ¹ An instruccyon of Dauid. Blessed are they, whose vnryghtuousnes is forgeuen, and whose sinnes are couered. ² Blessed is the man, vnto whom the Lord imputeth no synne, in whose, spirite ther is no gyle. ³ For while I helde my tonge my bones consumed awaye thorowe my daylye complaynynges. ⁴ And because thy hand was so heuy vpon me both daye and nyght, my moysture was lyke the drouth in Sommer. Selah. ⁵ Therfore I confessed my sinne vnto the & hyd not myne vnryghtuousnes. I sayde: I wyll knowledge myne offence and accuse my selfe vnto the Lord, & so thou forgauest me the wickednesse of my synne Selah. ⁶ For thys shall euerye sayncte make hys prayer vnto the in due season, therfore shall not, the great water fludes, come nie hym. ⁷ Thou art my defence in the trouble that is come aboute me, O compasse thou me about also with the ioy of deliuerance. Selah ⁸ I wyl enforme the, and shew the the waie wherin thou shalt go I wyll fasten myne eyes vpon the. ⁹ Be not ye now like horses & mules, which haue no vnderstandyng. Whose mouthes thou must hold with bit and bridle, if they wil not obey the. ¹⁰ Great plages shal the vngodly haue, but who so putteth hys trust in the Lorde, mercy shall compasse him on euery syde. ¹¹ Be glad, O ye ryghtuous, and reioyse in the Lord, be ioyful al ye that are true of herte. ³³ ¹ Reioyse in the Lord, O ye righteous, for it becommeth well the iust to be thankefull. ² Prayse the Lord with harpe: singe psalmes vnto him wyth the lute and instrument of ten strynges. ³ Singe hym a new songe, yea, sing lustely vnto hym, and with a good corage. ⁴ For the woorde of the Lorde is true, & all hys workes are faythful. ⁵ He loueth mercy and iudgement, the earth is full of the goodnesse of the Lorde. ⁶ By the worde of the Lorde were the heauens made, and all the hoostes of theym by the breth of hys mouth. ⁷ He gathereth the waters together as it were in a bottell, and layeth vp the depe in secret. ⁸ Let all the earth feare the Lorde, and lette all them that dwell in the worlde, stande in awe of hym. ⁹ For loke what he sayeth, it is done: and loke what he commaundeth, it standeth fast. ¹⁰ The Lorde bryngeth the counsayl of the Heythen to naught, and turneth the deuyces of the people. ¹¹ But the counsayll of the Lorde endureth, and the thoughtes of his herte from generacion to generacion. ¹² Blessed are the people that holde the Lorde for their God, & blessed are the folke whome he hath chosen to be hys heretage. ¹³ The Lorde loketh doune from heauen, & beholdeth all the chyldren of men: ¹⁴ from hys stronge seate he considreth all them that dwell in the worlde. ¹⁵ He onely hath fashyoned all the hertes of them, and knoweth all their workes. ¹⁶ A kynge is not helped by hys owne great hoost, neyther is a giaunte saued thorow the myght of hys owne strength. ¹⁷ A horse is but a vayne thing to saue a man, it is not the power of hys strengthe that can delyuer hym. ¹⁸ Beholde, the eye of the Lorde loketh vnto them that feare hym, & put their trust in hys mercy. ¹⁹ That he maye delyuer their soules frome death, & to fede them in the deare tyme. ²⁰ Let oure soule paciently abyde the Lord, for he is oure helpe and shylde. ²¹ So shall oure hert reioyse in him, because we haue hoped in hys holy name. ²² Let thy mercifull kyndnesse, O Lorde, be vpon vs, lyke as we put our trust in the. ³⁴ ¹ Of Dauid, when he fayned hym self too be madde before Abimelech: whyche droue hym awaye, and he departed. I wyll alwaye geue thanckes vnto the LORD, hys prayse shall euer be in my mouth. ² My soule shall make her boast in the Lord: the humble shall heare therof, & be glad. ³ O prayse the Lord wyth me, and let vs magnyfye hys name together. ⁴ I sought the Lorde, and he herde me, yea he delyuered me out of all my feare. ⁵ They that haue an eye vnto hym, shalbe lightened, & ther faces shal not be ashamed. ⁶ This poore man cryed vnto the Lorde, & he hearde hym, yea, and delyuered hym oute of all hys troubles. ⁷ The Aungel of the Lorde pytcheth hys tente rounde aboute hym that feare hym, & delyuereth them. ⁸ O taste and se how frendly the Lorde is, blessed is the man that trusteth in hym. ⁹ O feare the Lord, ye that be hys sayntes: for they that feare hym, lacke nothyng. ¹⁰ The ryche shall wante and suffre hunger, but they which seke the Lord, shal want no maner of thyng, that is good. ¹¹ Come hyther, O ye chyldren, herken vnto me, I wil teache you the feare of the Lorde. ¹² Who so lysteth to lyue, and wolde fayne se good dayes. ¹³ Let hym refrayne his tonge from euell, & hys lyppes that they speake no gyle. ¹⁴ Let hym eschue euell, and do good: Lette hym seke peace and ensue it. ¹⁵ For the eyes of the Lorde are ouer the righteous, and his eares are open vnto theyr prayers. ¹⁶ But the face of the Lorde beholdeth them that do euell, to destroye the remembraunce of them out of the earth. ¹⁷ When the righteous crye, the Lorde heareth them, & delyuereth them out of all theyr troubles. ¹⁸ The Lorde is nye vnto them that are contryte in hert, and will helpe suche as be of an humble sprete. ¹⁹ Great are the troubles of the righteous, but the Lorde delyuereth them out of all. ²⁰ He kepeth all their bones, so that not one of them is broken. ²¹ But misfortune shall slaye the vngodly, & they that hate the righteous shalbe gylty. ²² The Lorde deliuereth the soules of hys seruauntes, and all they that put their truste in hym, shall not offende. ³⁵ ¹ Of Dauid. Stryue thou with them, O lord, that stryue with me, fight thou against them that fight against me. ² Laye hande vpon the shylde and speare, and stande vp to helpe me. ³ Drawe out thy swearde, and stoppe the waye agaynst them that persecute me, saye vnto my soule: I am thy helpe. ⁴ Let them be confounded & put to shame, that seke after my soule: let theym be turned back and brought to confusion, that ymagin mischiefe for me. ⁵ Let them be as the dust before the winde, and the aungel of the Lord scateryng them. ⁶ Let their waye be darcke and slippery, & the aungell of the Lorde to persecute them. ⁷ For they haue priuely layed their nette to destroye me without a cause, yea, & made a pytte for my soule, which I neuer deserued. ⁸ Let a soden destruccion come vpon hym vnwares, & the nette that he had layed pryuely, catche hym selfe, that he maye fall into hys owne mischief. ⁹ But let my soule be ioyfull in the Lorde, and reioyse in hys helpe. ¹⁰ All my bones shall saye: Lorde who is lyke vnto the? which deliuerest the poore from those that are to strong for him, yea, the poore and the nedy from hys robbers. ¹¹ False witnesses are rysen vp, and laye to my charge thinges that I know not. ¹² They rewarde me euell for good, too the great discomforte of my soule. ¹³ Neuerthelesse, when they were sycke, I put on a sacke cloth: I humbled my soule with fastyng, and my prayer turned into myne owne bosome. ¹⁴ I behaued my selfe as though it had bene my frende or my brother, I went heuely, as one that mourneth for hys mother. ¹⁵ But in myne aduersitie they reioyse, & gather them together. Yea, the very lame come together agaynste me vnwares, makynge mowes at me, and ceasse not. ¹⁶ With the gredy and scorneful hypocrites they gnasshed vpon me with their teeth. ¹⁷ Lorde, whan wilt thou loke vpon thys? O restore my soule from the wycked rumoure of them, my dearlynge from the lyons? ¹⁸ So will I geue the thanckes in the great congregacion, and prayse the among muche people. ¹⁹ O let them not triumphe ouer me, that are myne enemyes for naught: O let them not winke with their eyes, that hate me without a cause. ²⁰ And why? their comening is not for peace but they ymagyn false wordes agaynste the outcastes of the lande. ²¹ They gape vpon me with their mouthes, saying: there, there: we se it with our eyes. ²² This thou seist, O lorde: holde not thy tonge then, go not farre fro me, O lorde. ²³ Awake lorde, and stande vp: auenge thou my cause, my God, and my lorde, ²⁴ Iudge me, O lorde my God, accordynge to thy righteousnesse, that they triumphe not ouer me. ²⁵ O let them not saye in their hertes: there there, so wolde we haue it: O let them not saye: we haue ouercome hym. ²⁶ Let them be put to confusion & shame, that reioyse at my trouble: let them be clothed wt rebuke and dishonoure, that boost them selfes agaynst me. ²⁷ Let them also be glad and reioyse, that fauoure my righteous dealynge: yea, let them saye alwaye: blessed be the lord, whiche hath pleasure in the prosperitie of hys seruaunt. ²⁸ And as for my tonge, it shalbe talkyng of thy righteousnes and of thy prayse, all the day longe. ³⁶ ¹ To the chaunter, of Dauid the seruaunt of the Lorde. My hert sheweth me the wickednesse of the vngodly, that there is no feare of God before hys eyes.