Psalms 2:1-30:12 VVhy do the Heathen grudge? why do the people ymagyne vayne thinges?

Matthew⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ VVhy do the Heathen grudge? why do the people ymagyne vayne thinges? ² The kynges of the earth stande vp, and the rulers are come to gether, agaynste the Lorde and agaynste hys anoynted. ³ Let vs breake their hondes a sunder, and cast away their yock from vs. ⁴ Neuerthelesse he that dwelleth in heauen, shall laughe them to scorne: yea euen the Lorde hym selfe shall haue them in derysyon. ⁵ Then shal he speake vnto them in hys wrath, and vexe them in hys sore displeasure. ⁶ Yet haue I sette my kyng vpon my holy hyll of syon. ⁷ As for me, I wyll preache the law, wherof the Lord hath sayde vnto me: Thou arte my sonne, this day haue I begotten the. ⁸ Desyre of me, and I shall geue the Heathen for thyne enherytaunce. Yea the vttermost partes of the worlde for thy possessyon. ⁹ Thou shalt rule them wyth a rodde of yron, and breake them in peces lyke an earthen vessell. ¹⁰ Be wyse nowe therfore, O ye Kinges, be warned, ye that are iudges of the earthe. ¹¹ Serue the Lorde wyth feare, and reioyse before hym wyth reuerence. ¹² Kysse the sonne, lest the Lorde be angrye and so ye peryshe from the ryght way. For his wrath shalbe kindled shortly: blessed are all they that put their trust in hym. ³ ¹ A Psalme of Dauid when he fledde from the face of Absalom. Why are they so many, O Lord that trouble me? a great multytude are they that ryse agaynst me. ² Yea many one ther be that say of my soule: there is no helpe for hym in God Selah. ³ But thou, O Lord, arte my defender, my worshippe, and the lifter vp of my head. ⁴ I call vpon the Lord wyth my voyce, and he heareth me out of hys holy hyll. Selah. ⁵ I layed me downe and slepte, but I rose vp agayne, for the Lorde sustayned me. ⁶ I am not afrayed for thousandes of the people, that compasse me rounde aboute. ⁷ Vp Lorde, and helpe me O my God for thou smitest al mine enemyes vpon the cheke bones and breakest the teeth of the vngodly. ⁸ Helpe belongeth vnto the Lorde, therfore let thy blessynge be vpon thy people. ⁴ ¹ To the Chanter in Neginoth, a Psalme of Dauid. Heare me when I call, O God of my ryghteousnes: thou that comfortest me in my trouble: haue mercy vpon me, herken vnto my praier. ² O ye sonnes of men, howe longe wyll ye blaspheme myne honour? why haue ye suche pleasure in vanytye, and seke after lyes? Selah. ³ Knowe thys, that the Lorde dealeth maruelously wyth hys saynt: and when I cal vpon the Lorde, he heareth me. ⁴ Be angrye, but synne not: comen wyth youre owne hertes vpon youre beddes, and remember youre selues. Selah. ⁵ Offer thy sacrifyce of ryghtuousnes, and put your trust in the Lord. ⁶ There be many that saye: who wyll do vs any good? Lord lift vp vpon vs the lyghte of thy countenaunce. ⁷ Thou reioyseste myne herte, thoughe their encrease be great both in corne & wyne. ⁸ Therfore wyll I laye me downe in peace, and take my rest: for thou Lorde only settest me in a sure dwellynge. ⁵ ¹ To the Chaunter by Nehiloh, a Psalme of Dauid. Heare my wordes (O Lorde) consyder my callynge. ² O marke the voice of my petition my Kynge and my God, for vnto the wyl I make my prayer. ³ Heare my voyce by tymes (O Lorde) for early in the mornyng wyll I get me vnto the, yea and that with diligence. ⁴ For thou art not the God that hath pleasure in wickednesse, ther may no vngodly person dwel with the. ⁵ Suche as be cruell maye not stande in thy syght, thou art an enemye vnto all wycked doers. ⁶ Thou destroiest the lyers: the Lord abhorreth the bloude thursty and disceatful. ⁷ But as for me, I wyl come into thy house euen vpon the multytude of thy mercy: and in thy feare wyll I worshippe towarde thy holy temple. ⁸ Lede me (O Lord) in thy ryghtuousnesse; because of myne enemyes, & make thy waye playne before me. ⁹ For there is no faithfulnesse in their mouthes: they dessemble in their hertes: their throt is an open sepulcher: with their tonges thy disceaue. ¹⁰ Punysh them (O God) that they may perysh in their owne ymaginacions: cast them out because of the multytude of their vngodlynesse, for they rebell agaynste the. ¹¹ Agayne, let all them that put their truste in the, reioyse: yea let them euer be geuynge of thankes, because thou defendest: them: that they whyche loue thy name, be ioyfull in the. ¹² For thou Lord geuest thy blessynge vnto the ryghtuous: and with thy fauorable kindnes thou defendest him, as wyth a shylde. ⁶ ¹ To the chaunter by Negynoth vpon Sheminith, a Psalme of Dauid. Oh Lorde rebuke me not in thyne anger: Oh chasten me not in thy heuy dyspleasure. ² Haue mercye vpon me (O Lorde) for I am weake: O Lorde heale me for all my bones are vexed. ³ My soule also is in great trouble, but lord how longe? ⁴ Turne the (O Lord) and deliuer my soule Oh saue me for thy mercyes sake. ⁵ For in death no man remembreth the: Oh who wyll geue the thankes in the hell? ⁶ I am wery of gronyng euery nyght wash I my bedde, and water my couche wyth my teares. ⁷ My countenance is chaunged for verye inwarde grefe. I consume awaye I haue so many enemyes. ⁸ Awaye fro me all ye wicked dors, for the Lorde hath hearde the voyce of my wepyng ⁹ The Lord hath hearde myne humble petycyon, the Lorde hath receaued my prayer. ¹⁰ All myne enemies shalbe confunded and sore vexed: yea they shalbe turned backe and put to shame, and that ryght soone. ⁷ ¹ Sigaion of Dauid, whych he sang for the wordes of Cus the sonne of Iemini. O Lord my god, in the do I trust: saue me from al them that persecute me, and delyuer me. ² Lest he deuoureth vp my soule lyke a lion and teare it in peces whyle ther is none to helpe, ³ O Lorde my God, if I haue done anye suche thyng, if there be any vnrightuousnes in my handes: ⁴ If I haue rewarded euyl vnto them that dealt frendly wyth me, or hurt them that wyth out any cause are myne enemies. ⁵ Then let myne enemye persecute my soule, and take mo: ye let hym treade my life downe in the earth, and laye myne honour in the dust. Selah. ⁶ Stande vp (O Lorde) in thy wrath, lyft vp thy selfe ouer the furyous indygnacyon of myne enemyes: aryse vp (for me) in the vengeaunce that thou hast promysed. ⁷ That the congregacion of the people maye come about the, for their sakes therfore lyfte vp thy selfe agayne. ⁸ The Lord is iudge ouer the people: auenge me then (O Lord) accordynge to my ryghtuousnes and innocency. ⁹ Oh let the wickednes of the vngodly come to an ende: but maynteyne the iust, thou rightuous God, that triest the very hertes and the reynes. ¹⁰ My helpe commeth of God, which preserueth them that are true of herte. ¹¹ God is a ryghtuous iudge, and God is euer threatnynge, ¹² If men wyll not turne, he hath whette his swearde: he hath bent his bowe and made it ready. ¹³ He hath prepared hym the weapens of death, & ordeined his arrowes to be destroied. ¹⁴ Beholde, he trauyleth wyth mischefe, he hath conceaued vnhappinesse, and broughte forth a lye. ¹⁵ He hath grauen & digged vp a pyt, but he shall fall hym selfe into the pitte that he hath made. ¹⁶ For hys vnhappinesse shall come vpon hys owne head, and hys wyckednes shal fal vpon hys owne pate. ¹⁷ As for me, I wyll geue thankes vnto the Lorde for hys ryghtuousnes sake, and wyll prayse the name of the Lorde the most hyest. ⁸ ¹ To the chaunter vpon Githith, a Psalme of Dauid. O Lord our gouernour: how wonderfull is thy name in all the worlde? howe excellente is thy glory aboue the heauens? ² Out of the mouth of the very babes and sucklynges thou haste ordeyned prayse, because of thyne enemyes, that thou mightest destroye the enemye & the auenger. ³ For I considre thy heauens, euen the worke of thy fingers: the moone & the starres which thou hast made. ⁴ Oh what is man, that thou art so myndfull of hym? either the sonne of man that thou visitest hym? ⁵ After thou haddest for a season made him lower then the aungels, thou crounedest him with honour and glory. ⁶ Thou haste set him aboue the workes of thy handes: and thou hast put all thynges in subiection vnder his fete. ⁷ All shepe and oxen, yea, and the beastes of the felde. ⁸ The foules of the ayre, the fish of the sea, and whatsoeuer walketh thorow the wayes of the sea. ⁹ O Lorde our gouernoure, how wonderfull is thy name in all the worlde? ⁹ ¹ To the chaunter vpon Almuth Laben, a Psalme of Dauid. I wyll geue thankes vnto the (O Lord) with my whole hert I will speake of all thy meruelous workes. ² I will be glad, and reioyse in the, yea, my songes wil I make of thy name O thou moost hyest. ³ Because thou hast dryuen myne enemyes abacke, they were disconfited, and perished at thy presence. ⁴ For thou hast maynteyned my right and my cause: thou sittest in the throne that arte the true iudge. ⁵ Thou rebukest the Heythen, & destroyest the vngodly, thou puttest out their name for euer and euer. ⁶ The enemyes sweardes are come too an ende, thou haste ouerthrowen their cytyes, their memorial is perished with them. ⁷ But the Lorde endureth for euer, he hath prepared his seate vnto iudgement. ⁸ He gouerneth the worlde with righteousnes, and ministreth true iudgement vnto the people. ⁹ The Lorde is a defence for the poore, a defence in the tyme of trouble. ¹⁰ Therfore they that know thy name, putte their trust in the: for thou (Lorde) neuer faylest them that seke the. ¹¹ O prayse the Lorde, whiche dwelleth in Syon, shewe the people of hys doynges. ¹² And why? he maketh inquisicion for their bloude, and remembreth theym: he forgetteth not th complaynte of the poore. ¹³ Haue mercy vpon me (O Lord) considre the trouble that I am in amonge myne enemyes, thou that liftest me vp from the gates of death. ¹⁴ That I maye shewe all thy prayses within the portes of the daughter of Sion, and reioyse in thy sauynge health. ¹⁵ As for the Heathen, thei are suncken doune in the pytte that they made: in the same nette which they spred out priuely, is their owne feete taken. ¹⁶ Thus the Lord is knowen to execute true iudgemente, when the vngodly is trapped in the woorkes of hys owne handes. Selah. ¹⁷ The wicked must be turned vnto hell, & all the Heythen that forget God. ¹⁸ But the poore shall not all waye be oute of remembraunce, the pacyent abydynge of suche as be in trouble shall not peryshe for euer. ¹⁹ Vp Lorde, let no man haue the vpperhand let the Heythen be condemned before the. ²⁰ O Lorde set a scholemaster ouer them, that the Heathen maye knowe theim selfes to be but men. Selah. ¹⁰ ¹ Why arte thou gone so far of, O Lord? wylt thou hyde thy selfe in tyme of trouble? ² While the vngodlye hath the ouer hand, the pore must suffer persecutyon. O that they were taken in the ymagynacion which they go aboute. ³ For the vngodly maketh bost of his owne hertes desyre, the couetous blesseth him selfe and blasphemeth the Lorde. ⁴ The vngodlye is so proude and full of indignacyon, that he careth not mether is God before hys eyes. ⁵ Hys wayes are al waye filthye, thy iudgementes are farre out of his sight, he defyeth all his enemyes. ⁶ For he sayth in hys herte: Tushe, I shall neuer be cast downe, ther shal no harme happen vnto me. ⁷ His mouth is ful of cursyng, fraude & disceate vnder hys tonge is trauayle and sorowe. ⁸ He sytteth lurckynge in the gardens, that he may pryuely murther the innocente, hys eyes are set vpon the poore. ⁹ He lyeth waytynge secretlye, as ti were a lyon in hys denne. He lurketh that he maye rauyshe the pore, yea, to rauysh the poore, when he hath gotten him into hys net. ¹⁰ Then smyteth he, then oppresseth he and casteth downe the pore with his authoritye. ¹¹ For he sayeth in hys herte: Tushe, God hath forgotten, he hath turned awaye hys face, so that he wyll neuer se it. ¹² Aryse Lorde God, lyfte vp thyne hande and forget not the poore. ¹³ Wherfore should the wycked blaspheme God and saye in his herte: tush, he careth not for it: ¹⁴ Thys thou seyst, for thou consyderest the mysery and sorowe. The poore geueth him selfe ouer into thy hande, and committeth hym vnto the, for thou art the helper of the frendlesse. ¹⁵ Breake thou the arme of the vngodly and malycyous, search out the wickednes which he hath done, that he maye perysh. ¹⁶ The Lord is kynge for euer, the Heithen shal perish out of his land. ¹⁷ Lord, thou hearest the desyrous longing of the poore: theyr hert is sure, that thine eare herkeneth therto. ¹⁸ Helpe the fatherlesse and poore vnto their ryght, that the vngodlye be no more exalted vpon earh. ¹¹ ¹ To the chaunter, of Dauid. In the Lord put I my trust: how will ye then saye too my soule: that she shoulde fle as a byrde vpon your hyll? ² For lo, the vngodly haue bent their bowe, and made ready their arrowes in the quyuer, that they maye priuely shute at them, which are true of hert. ³ The verye foundacion haue they caste doune, what can the righteous then do with all? ⁴ But the Lorde is in hys holy temple, the Lordes seate is in heauen: He considereth it with hys eyes, hys eye lyddes beholde the chyldren of men. ⁵ The Lorde seith bothe the righteous and vngodly, but who so delyteth in wickednes, hym hys soule abhorreth. ⁶ Vpon the vngodly he shall rayne snares, fyre, brymstone, storme and tempest: thys rewarde shall they haue to drynke. ⁷ For the Lord is righteous, and he loueth righteousnes: hys countenaunce beholdeth the thinge that is iust. ¹² ¹ To the chaunter vpon Sheminith, a Psalme of Dauid. Helpe Lord, for there is not one saincte more: very fewe faythfull are there amonge the chyldren of men. ² Euery man telleth lyes too his neyghbour, they do but flatter with their lyppes and dissemble in their herte. ³ O that the Lorde wolde rote out all disceatfull lyppes, and the tonge that speaketh proude thynges. ⁴ Which saye: oure tonge shoulde preuayle we are they that oughte too speake, who is Lord ouer vs? ⁵ Now for the troubles sake of the oppressed, and because of the complainte of the poore I will vp (sayeth the Lord) I wil helpe them, & set them at rest. ⁶ The wordes of the Lord are pure wordes euen as the siluer, which from earth is tryed and purified .vij. tymes in the fyre. ⁷ Kepe them therfore (O Lorde) and preserue vs from this generacion for euer. ⁸ And why? when vanite & ydelnes getteth the ouerhande among the chyldren of men, all are full of the vngodly. ¹³ ¹ To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid. How longe wilt thou forget me O Lorde? for euer? howe longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me? ² Oh how long shal I seke counsayl in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in myne hert? howe longe shall myne enemye triumphe ouer me? ³ Considre, & heare me, O Lorde my God: lighten myne eyes, that I sleape not in death. ⁴ Lest myne enemye saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hym: for if I be cast doune, they that troble me will reioyse at it. ⁵ But my trust is in thy mercy, & my herte is ioyfull in thy sauynge health. ⁶ I will singe of the Lorde, that dealeth so louingly with me. (Yea, I wil prayse the name of the Lorde the moost hyest.) ¹⁴ ¹ To the chaunter, of Dauid. The folyshe bodyes saye in their hertes: tushe, there is no God. They are corrupt, & become abhominable in their doynges, there is not one that doth good. ² The Lorde loked doune from heauen vpon the chyldren of men, too se if there were any that wolde vnderstande and seke after God. ³ But they are all gone out of the waye, they are altogether become vnprofitable: there is none that doeth good, no not one. ⁴ How can they haue vnderstandinge, that worke mischiefe, eatynge vp my people, as it were bread, & call not vpon the Lord? ⁵ Therfore shall they be brought in greate feare, for God standeth by the generacion of the righteous. ⁶ As for you ye haue made a mocke at the counsail of the poore, because he putteth hys trust in the Lorde. ⁷ Oh that the sauynge healthe were geuen vnto Israel out of Sion. Oh that the Lord wolde deliuer his people out of captiuitie. Then shoulde Iacob reioyse, & Israell should be right glad. ¹⁵ ¹ A Psalme of Dauid. Lorde, who shal dwel in thy tabernacle? who shall reste vpon thy holy hyl? ² Euen he that leadeth an vncorrupt life: that doth the thing which is right, and that speaketh the trueth from hys hert. ³ He that vseth no disceat in his tongue: he that doth no euell to hys neyghbour, & sclaundreth not hys neyghbours. ⁴ He that setteth not by the vngodly, but maketh muche of them that feare the Lorde: he that sweareth vnto his neyghbour, & dispoynteth hym not. ⁵ He that geueth not his money vpon vsury, and taketh no rewarde agaynste the innocent. Who so doth these thinges, shall neuer be remoued. ¹⁶ ¹ Michtam of Dauid. Preserue me (O God) for in the do I trust. ² I haue saide vnto the Lord: thou art my God, my goodes are nothing vnto the. ³ All my delytes is vpon the saynctes that are in the earth, and vpon suche lyke. ⁴ But they that runne after another, shall haue greate trouble. Their drinckoffringes of bloude will not I offre, neither make mencion of their name in my mouth. ⁵ The Lorde him selfe is my good and my porcion, thou mayntaynest myne enherytaunce. ⁶ The lot is fallen vnto me in a fayre ground, yea, I haue a goodly heritage. ⁷ I will thanke the Lorde for geuynge me warnynge: my reynes also haue chastened me in the night season. ⁸ Afore hand sawe I God alwayes before me, for he is on my righte hande, that I should not be moued. ⁹ Therfore dyd my hert reioyce, & my tunge was glad, my flesh also shal rest in hope. ¹⁰ For why? thou shalt not leaue my soule in hell, neither shalt thou suffre thy saincte to se corrupcion. ¹¹ Thou hast shewed me the wayes of lyfe: thou shalte make me full of ioye wyth thy countenaunce. At thy ryght hande there is pleasure and ioye for euermore. ¹⁷ ¹ A prayer of Dauid. Heare the right (O Lord) considre my complaynte: herken vnto my prayer, that goeth not oute of a fayned mouth. ² Let my sentence come forth from thy presence: and loke vpon the thinge that is equall. ³ Thou hast proued & visited myne herte in the night season: thou hast tryed me in the fyre: & hast founde no wickednes in me: for I vtterly purposed that my mouthe shoulde not offende. ⁴ Because of the woordes of thy lippes, I haue kepte me from the workes of men, in the waye of the murtherer. ⁵ Oh ordre thou my goinges in thy pathes: that my fote steppes slippe not. ⁶ For vnto the I crie: heare me O God: encline thine eares to me: & herken vnto my woordes. ⁷ Shewe thy maruelous louing kindnesse, thou that sauest them whiche put their trust in the, from suche as resist thy right hande. ⁸ Kepe me as the apple of an eye, defende me vnder the shadow of thy wynges. ⁹ From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemyes which compasse my soule round about. ¹⁰ Which manteyne their owne welthinesse with oppression, and their mouthe speaketh proude thynges. ¹¹ They lye wayting in our waye on euery side, turnyng their eyes doune to the ground. ¹² Like as a Lyon that is gredy of his pray, and as it were a Lyons whelpe lurkynge in hys denne. ¹³ Vp Lord, disapoynte hym and cast him doune: deliuer my soule with thy swerde from the vngodly. ¹⁴ From the men of thy hande (O Lord) from the men of the worlde, which haue theyr porcion in this lyfe: whose bellyes thou fyllest with thy treasure. They haue chyldren at theyr desyre, and leaue the rest of of theyr substaunce for their babes. ¹⁵ But as for me, I wil beholde thy presence in righteousnes: and when thy glory appeareth, I shall be satisfied. ¹⁸ 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.