Coverdale Bible
1535 by Miles Coverdale
Psa 1:1 O blessed is ye man, yt goeth not in the councell of ye vngodly: yt abydeth not in the waye off synners, & sytteth not in ye seate of the scornefull.
Psa 1:2 But delyteth in the lawe of ye LORDE, & exercyseth himself in his lawe both daye and night.
Psa 1:3 Soch a ma is like a tre plated by ye watersyde, yt brigeth forth his frute in due season. His leeues shal not fall off, ad loke what soeuer he doth, it shal prospere.
Psa 1:4 As for the vngodly, it is not so with them: but they are like the dust, which ye wynde scatereth awaye from of the grounde.
Psa 1:5 Therfore the vngodly shall not be able to stonde in the iudgmet, nether the synners in the congregacion off the rightuous.
Psa 1:6 For the LORDE aloweth ye waye of the rightuous, but the waye of the vngodly shal perishe.
Psa 2:1 Why do the Heithe grudge? why do the people ymagyn vayne thinges?
Psa 2:2 The kynges of the earth stode vp, and the rulers are come together, agaynst the LORDE ad agaynst his anoynted.
Psa 2:3 Let vs breake their bondes a sunder, and cast awaye their yocke from vs.
Psa 2:4 Neuerthelesse, he that dwelleth in heauen, shall laugh the to scorne: yee euen the LORDE himselff shall haue them in derision.
Psa 2:5 Then shal he speake vnto them in his wrath, and vexe them in his sore dispeasure.
Psa 2:6 Yet haue I set my kynge vpon my holy hill of Sion.
Psa 2:7 As for me I will preach the lawe, wherof the LORDE hath sayde vnto me: Thou art my sonne, this daye haue I begotten the.
Psa 2:8 Desyre off me, and I shall geue the the Heithen for thine enheritaunce, Yee the vttemost partes of the worlde for thy possession.
Psa 2:9 Thou shalt rule them with a rodde of yron, and breake the in peces like an erthen vessell.
Psa 2:10 Be wyse now therfore (o ye kynges) be warned, ye that are iudges of the earth.
Psa 2:11 Serue the LORDE with feare, and reioyse before him with reuerence.
Psa 2:12 Kysse the sonne, lest the LORDE be angrie, and so ye perish from the right waye. For his wrath shalbe kindled shortly: blessed are all they that put their trust in him.
Psa 3:1 Why are they so many (o LORDE) yt trouble me? a greate multitude are they, that ryse agaynst me.
Psa 3:2 Yee many one there be that saye off my soule: there is no helpe for him in God.
Psa 3:3 Sela But thou (o LORDE) art my defender, my worshipe, ad the lifter vp of my heade.
Psa 3:4 I call vpon the LORDE with my voyce, and he heareth me out of his holy hill.
Psa 3:5 Sela I layed me downe and slepte, but I rose vp agayne, for the LORDE susteyned me.
Psa 3:6 I am not afrayed for thousandes of the people, that copasse me rounde aboute.
Psa 3:7 Vp LORDE, and helpe me, o my God: for thou smytest all myne enemies vpon the cheke bones, and breakest the teth of the vngodly.
Psa 3:8 Helpe belongeth vnto the LORDE, therfore let thy blessynge be vpon thy people.
Psa 4:1 Heare me whe I cal, o God of my rightuousnes, thou that comfortest me in my trouble: haue mercy vpon me, and herken vnto my prayer.
Psa 4:2 O ye sonnes off men: how longe will ye blaspheme myne honoure? why haue ye soch pleasure in vanyte, & seke after lyes?
Psa 4:3 Sela Knowe this, that the LORDE dealeth maruelously with his saynte: and when I call vpon the LORDE, he heareth me.
Psa 4:4 Be angrie, but synne not: como wt youre owne hertes vpo yor beddes, & remebre yor selues.
Psa 4:5 Sela. Offre ye sacrifice of rightuousnes, & put yor trust in ye LORDE.
Psa 4:6 There be many yt saye: who wil do vs eny good? where as thou (o LORDE) hast shewed vs the light of yi countenauce.
Psa 4:7 Thou reioysest myne herte, though their encreace be greate both in corne & wyne.
Psa 4:8 Therfore wil I laye me downe in peace, & take my rest: for thou LORDE only settest me in a sure dwellynge.
Psa 5:1 Heare my wordes (o LORDE) considre my callynge.
Psa 5:2 O marke the voyce of my peticion, my kynge & my God: for vnto the wil I make my prayer.
Psa 5:3 Heare my voyce by tymes (o LORDE) for early in the morninge wil I gett me vnto the, yee & yt wt diligece.
Psa 5:4 For thou art not the God yt hath pleasure in wickednesse, there maye no vngodly personne dwel with the.
Psa 5:5 Soch as be cruell maye not stonde in thy sight, thou art an enemie vnto all wicked doers. Thou destroyest the lyers: the LORDE abhorreth the bloude thurstie and disceatfull.
Psa 5:6 But as for me, I wil come in to thy house, euen vpon the multitude of thy mercy: ad in thy feare wyll I worshipe towarde thy holy teple.
Psa 5:7 Lede me (o LORDE) in thy rightuousnesse, because of myne enemyes, ad make thy waye playne before me.
Psa 5:8 For there is no faithfulnesse in their mouthes: they dyssemble in their hertes:
Psa 5:9 their throte is an open sepulchre: with their tonges they disceaue.
Psa 5:10 Punysh them (o God) that they maye perish in their owne ymaginacions: cast them out because of the multitude of their vngodlinesse, for they rebell agaynst the.
Psa 5:11 Agayne, let all them that put their trust in the, reioyse: yee let them euer be geuynge of thankes, because thou defendest them: that they which loue thy name, maye be ioyfull in the.
Psa 5:12 For thou LORDE geuest thy blessinge vnto the rightuous: and with thy fauorable kyndnes thou defendest him, as with a shylde.
Psa 6:1 Oh LORDE, rebuke me not in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure.
Psa 6:2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
Psa 6:3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
Psa 6:4 Turne the (o LORDE) & delyuer my soule: Oh saue me, for thy mercies sake.
Psa 6:5 For in death no man remebreth the: Oh who wil geue the thankes in the hell?
Psa 6:6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.
Psa 6:7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
Psa 6:8 Awaye fro me all ye wicked doers, for the LORDE hath herde the voyce off my wepinge.
Psa 6:9 The LORDE hath herde myne humble peticio, the LORDE hath receaued my prayer.
Psa 6:10 All myne enemies shalbe cofounded & sore vexed: yee they shalbe turned backe and put to shame, and that right soone.
Psa 7:1 O Lorde my God, in ye do I trust: saue me fro all the yt persecute me, & delyuer me.
Psa 7:2 Lest he hantch vp my soule like a lyon, & teare it in peces, whyle there is none to helpe.
Psa 7:3 O LORDE my God, yff I haue done eny soch thinge: yf there be eny vnrightuousnes in my hades:
Psa 7:4 Yff I haue rewarded euell vnto the yt dealt frendly wt me or hurte the yt wt out eny cause are myne enemies:
Psa 7:5 Then let myne enemie persecute my soule, & take me: yee let hi treade my life downe in the earth, & laye myne honor in the dust.
Psa 7:6 Sela. Stode vp (o LORDE) in yi wrath, lift vp thyself ouer the furious indignacio of myne enemies: aryse vp (for me) in the vengeaunce that thou hast promysed.
Psa 7:7 That the congregacion of the people maye come aboute the, for their sakes therfore lift vp thyselff agayne,
Psa 7:8 The LORDE is iudge ouer the people: Auenge me then (o LORDE) acordinge to my rightuousnes & innocency.
Psa 7:9 Oh let the wickednes of the vngodly come to an ende: but manteyne the iust,
Psa 7:10 thou rightuous God, yt triest the very hertes & the reynes.
Psa 7:11 My helpe cometh of God, which preserueth them yt are true of herte.
Psa 7:12 God is a rightuous iudge, & God is euer threateninge. Yf men wil not turne, he hath whet his swearde: he hath bent his bowe & made it ready.
Psa 7:13 He hath prepayred him the weapens of death, & ordened his arowes to destroye.
Psa 7:14 Beholde, he trauayleth with myschefe, he hath coceaued vnhappynesse, and brought forth a lye.
Psa 7:15 He hath grauen and dygged vp a pytte, but he shal fall himself in to ye pytte yt he hath made.
Psa 7:16 For his vnhappynes shall come vpon his owne heade, & his wickednes shall fall vpon his owne pate.
Psa 7:17 As for me, I will geue thankes vnto the LORDE for his rightuousnes sake, and wil prayse the name of the LORDE the most hyest.
Psa 8:1 O Lorde oure gouernoure: how wonderfull is thy name in all the worlde? how excellent is thy glory aboue the heauens?
Psa 8:2 Out of the mouth of the very babes & sucklinges thou hast ordened prayse, because of thine enemies, yt thou mightest destroye the enemie and the auenger.
Psa 8:3 For I considre thy heauens, euen the worke off thy fyngers: the Moone and the starres which thou hast made.
Psa 8:4 Oh what is man, yt thou art so myndfull of him? ether the sonne of ma that thou visitest him?
Psa 8:5 After thou haddest for a season made him lower the the angels, thou crownedest him with honor & glory.
Psa 8:6 Thou hast set him aboue the workes off thy hondes: thou hast put all thinges in subieccion vnder his fete.
Psa 8:7 All shepe and oxen, yee and the beastes of the felde.
Psa 8:8 The foules of the ayre: the fysh of the see, and what so walketh thorow the wayes of the see.
Psa 8:9 O LORDE oure gouernoure, how wonderfull is thy name in all the worlde?
Psa 9:1 I wil geue thakes vnto the (o LORDE) with my whole herte, I wil speake of all thy maruelous workes.
Psa 9:2 I wil be glad & reioyse in the, yee my songes wil I make of thy name, o thou most hyest.
Psa 9:3 Because thou hast dryue myne enemies abacke, they were discofited, & perished at thy presence.
Psa 9:4 For thou hast manteyned my right and my cause: thou syttest in the Trone that art the true iudge.
Psa 9:5 Thou rebukest the Heithen, and destroyest the vngodly, thou puttest out their name for euer and euer.
Psa 9:6 The enemies swerdes are come to an ende, thou hast ouerthrowen their cities, their memoriall is perished with the.
Psa 9:7 But ye LORDE endureth for euer, he hath prepared his seate vnto iudgmet.
Psa 9:8 He gouerneth ye worlde with rightuousnes & ministreth true iudgmet vnto the people.
Psa 9:9 The LORDE is a defence for the poore, a defence in the tyme of trouble.
Psa 9:10 Therfore they yt knowe thy name, put their trust in ye: for thou (LORDE) neuer faylest the, that seke the.
Psa 9:11 O prayse the LORDE, which dwelleth in Sion shewe ye people of his doinges.
Psa 9:12 And why? he maketh inquysicion for their bloude, and remembreth them: he forgetteth not the complaynte of the poore.
Psa 9:13 Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.
Psa 9:14 That I maye shewe all thy prayses within the portes off the doughter Sion, and reioyse in thy sauynge health.
Psa 9:15 As for the Heithen, the are suncke downe in the pytte that they made: in the same nette, which they spred out priuely, is their owne fote take.
Psa 9:16 Thus ye LORDE is knowne to execute true iudgment, whe the vngodly is trapped in the workes of his owne handes.
Psa 9:17 Sela. The wicked must be turned vnto hell, and all the Heithen yt forget God.
Psa 9:18 But the poore shal not allwaye be out of remembraunce, the paciet abydinge of soch as be in trouble shall not perish for euer.
Psa 9:19 Vp LORDE, let not man haue the vpper hade, let the Heithe be codemned before the.
Psa 9:20 O LORDE, set a scolemaster ouer the, that the Heithe maye knowe them selues to be but me. Sela.
Psa 10:1 Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
Psa 10:2 Whyle ye vngodly hath the ouer hande, the poore must suffre persecucion: O that they were taken in the ymaginacions which they go aboute.
Psa 10:3 For the vngodly maketh boost of his owne hertes desyre, the cuvetous blesseth him self, and blasphemeth the LORDE.
Psa 10:4 The vngodly is so proude and full of indignacio, that he careth not: nether is God before his eyes.
Psa 10:5 His wayes are allwaye filthie, thy iudgmentes are farre out of his sight, he defyeth all his enemies.
Psa 10:6 For he sayeth in his herte: Tush, I shal neuer be cast downe, there shal no harme happe vnto me. His mouth is full of cursynge, fraude and disceate: vnder his toge is trauayle & sorow.
Psa 10:7 He sytteth lurkynge in the gardens, that he maye pryuely murthur the innocent, his eyes are set vpo the poore.
Psa 10:8 He lyeth waytinge secretly, as it were a lyon in his denne. He lurketh that he maye rauysh the poore,
Psa 10:9 yee to rauish the poore, when he hath gotten him in to his nett.
Psa 10:10 Then smyteth he, then oppresseth he & casteth downe the poore with his auctorite.
Psa 10:11 For he sayeth in his herte: Tush, God hath forgotten, he hath turned awaye his face, so yt he will neuer se it.
Psa 10:12 Aryse o LORDE God, lift vp thine honde, and forget not the poore.
Psa 10:13 Wherfore shulde the wicked blaspheme God, and saye in his herte: Tush, he careth not for it?
Psa 10:14 This thou seist, for thou considrest the mysery and sorowe: The poore geueth himselff ouer in to thy hande, and committeth him vnto the, for thou art the helper of the frendlesse.
Psa 10:15 Breake thou ye arme off the vngodly and malycious, search out the wickednesse which he hath done, that he maye perish.
Psa 10:16 The LORDE is kynge for euer, ye Heithen shal perish out off his londe.
Psa 10:17 LORDE, thou hearest the desyrous longinge off the poore: their herte is sure, that thine eare herkeneth therto.
Psa 10:18 Helpe the fatherlesse and poore vnto their right, that the vngodly be nomore exalted vpon earth.
Psa 11:1 In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill?
Psa 11:2 For lo, the vngodly haue bet their bowe, and made redy their arowes in the quyuer: that they maye priuely shute at them, which are true of herte.
Psa 11:3 The very foundacion haue they cast downe, what ca the rightuous the do withall?
Psa 11:4 But the LORDE is in his holy temple, the LORDES seate is in heauen: He cosidereth it with his eyes, his eye lyddes beholde the children of men.
Psa 11:5 The LORDE seith both the rightuous and vngodly, but who so deliteth in wickednes, him his soule abhorreth.
Psa 11:6 Vpon the vngodly he shal rayne snares, fyre, brymstone, storme and tempest: this rewarde shal they haue to drynke.
Psa 11:7 For the LORDE is rightuous, ad he loueth rightuousnes, his countenaunce beholdeth the thige yt is iust.
Psa 12:1 Helpe LORDE, for there is not one saynte more: very fewe faithfull are there amonge the children off men.
Psa 12:2 Euery man telleth lyes to his neghbor, they do but flater with their lippes and dissemble in their herte.
Psa 12:3 O that the LORDE wolde rote out all disceatfull lippes, ad the tonge that speaketh proude thinges.
Psa 12:4 Which saye: Oure toge shulde preuayle: we are they that ought to speake, who is lorde ouer vs?
Psa 12:5 Now for the troubles sake off the oppressed, & because of the complaynte of the poore, I wil vp (sayeth the LORDE) I wil helpe the, and set the at rest.
Psa 12:6 The wordes of the LORDE are pure wordes: eue as ye syluer, which from earth is tried and purified vij. tymes in the fyre.
Psa 12:7 Kepe the therfore (o LORDE) and preserue vs fro this generacion for euer.
Psa 12:8 And why? when vanite and ydylnes getteth the ouer hande amonge the children of men, all are full of ye vngodly.
Psa 13:1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
Psa 13:2 Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me?
Psa 13:3 Considre, ad heare me, o LORDE my God: lighten myne eyes, that I slepe not in death.
Psa 13:4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
Psa 13:5 But my trust is in thy mercy, and my hert is ioyfull in thy sauynge health.
Psa 13:6 I wil synge of the LORDE, that dealeth so louyngly with me. (Yee I wil prayse the name of the LORDE the most hyest)
Psa 14:1 The foolish bodyes saye in their hertes: Tush, there is no God. They are corrupte, ad become abhominable in their doynges, there is not one yt doth good.
Psa 14:2 The LORDE loked downe fro heaue vpo the children of men, to se yf there were eny, that wolde vnderstonde & seke after God. But they are all gone out of the waye, they are alltogether become vnprofitable: there is none that doth good, no not one.
Psa 14:3 Their throte is an open sepulcre, with their tonges they haue disceaued, the poyson of Aspes is vnder their lippes.
Psa 14:4 Their mouth is full of cursinge and bytternes, their fete are swift to shed bloude. Destruccion & wretchednes are in their wayes, ad the waye of peace haue they not knowne: there is no feare off God before their eyes.
Psa 14:5 How can they haue vnderstondinge, yt worke myschefe, eatinge vp my people, as it were bred, & call not vpo ye LORDE?
Psa 14:6 Therfore shal they be brought in greate feare, for God stondeth by the generacion of the rightuous.
Psa 14:7 As for you, ye haue made a mocke at the coucell of the poore, because he putteth his trust in the LORDE. Oh yt the sauynge health were geuen vnto Israel out off Sion. Oh that the LORDE wolde delyuer his people out of captiuyte. The shulde Iacob reioyse, and Israel shulde be right glad.
Psa 15:1 Lorde, who shall dwell in thy tabernacle? who shal rest vpo yi holy hill?
Psa 15:2 Euen he yt ledeth an vncorrupte life: that doth the thinge which is right, ad that speaketh the treuth from his herte.
Psa 15:3 He yt vseth no disceat in his tonge: he that doth no euell to his neghboure, & slaundreth not his neghbours.
Psa 15:4 He yt setteth not by the vngodly but maketh moch of the that feare the LORDE: he yt sweareth vnto his neghboure & dispoynteth him not.
Psa 15:5 He that geueth not his money vpon vsury, and taketh no rewarde agaynst the innocet. Who so doth these thiges, shal neuer be remoued.
Psa 16:1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
Psa 16:2 I haue sayde vnto ye LORDE: thou art my God, my goodes are nothinge vnto the.
Psa 16:3 All my delyte is vpon the sanctes that are in the earth, and vpon soch like.
Psa 16:4 But they yt runne after another, shall haue greate trouble.
Psa 16:5 Their drynkofferynges of bloude wil not I offre, nether make mencion of their name in my mouth.
Psa 16:6 The LORDE himself is my good and my porcion, thou manteynest my enheritauce.
Psa 16:7 The lott is fallen vnto me in a fayre grounde, yee I haue a goodly heretage.
Psa 16:8 I wil thanke the LORDE for geuynge me warnynge: my reynes also haue chastened me in the night season.
Psa 16:9 Afore honde sawe I God allwayes before me, for he is on my right honde, that I shulde not be moued.
Psa 16:10 Therfore dyd my hert reioyce, & my tunge was glad, my flesh also shall rest in hope.
Psa 16:11 For why? thou shalt not leaue my soule in hell, nether shalt thou suffre thy saynte to se corrupcion. Thou hast shewed me the wayes off life: thou shalt make me full of ioye wt thy countenaunce. At thy right hande there is pleasure and ioye for euermore.
Psa 17:1 Heare ye right (O LORDE) cosidre my coplaynte: herken vnto my prayer, that goeth not out of a fayned mouth.
Psa 17:2 Let my sentence come forth fro thy presence, and loke vpon the thinge that is equall.
Psa 17:3 Thou hast proued & visited myne herte in the night season: thou hast tried me in the fyre, & hast founde no wickednes in me: for I vtterly purposed, that my mouth shulde not offende.
Psa 17:4 Because of the wordes of thy lippes, I haue kepte me fro the workes of men, in ye waye off the murthurer.
Psa 17:5 Oh ordre thou my goynges in thy pathes, that my fote steppes slippe not.
Psa 17:6 For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
Psa 17:7 Shewe yi maruelous louinge kindnesse, thou that sauest them which put their trust in the, from soch as resist thy right honde.
Psa 17:8 Kepe me as the apple of an eye, defende me vnder the shadowe of thy wynges.
Psa 17:9 From the vngodly that trouble me, fro myne enemies which compasse my soule rounde aboute.
Psa 17:10 Which manteyne their owne welthynesse with oppression, & their mouth speaketh proude thinges.
Psa 17:11 They lye waytinge in or waye on euery syde, turnynge their eyes downe to the grounde.
Psa 17:12 Like as a lyon that is gredy of his pray, & as it were a lyons whelpe lurckynge in his denne.
Psa 17:13 Vp LORDE, dispoynte him & cast him downe: delyuer my soule with thy swerde from the vngodly.
Psa 17:14 Fro the men of thy honde (o LORDE) from the men off the worlde, which haue their porcion in this life: whose belies thou fyllest with thy treasure.
Psa 17:15 They haue children at their desyre, and leaue the reste of their substauce for their babes. But as for me, I will beholde thy presence in rightuousnes: and when thy glory appeareth, I shal be satisfied.
Psa 18:1 I wil loue the (o LORDE) my stregth. The LORDE is my sucor, my refuge, my Sauior: my god, my helper i who I trust: my buckler, ye horne of my health, & my proteccio.
Psa 18:2 I wil prayse ye LORDE & call vpon him, so shal I be safe fro myne enemies.
Psa 18:3 The sorowes of death copassed me, & the brokes of vngodlynes made me afrayed.
Psa 18:4 The paynes of hell came aboute me, the snares of death toke holde vpo me.
Psa 18:5 Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God.
Psa 18:6 So he herde my voyce out off his holy teple, & my coplaynte came before hi, yee eue into his eares.
Psa 18:7 The the earth trembled & quaked, the very foudacios of the hilles shoke & were remoued, because he was wrothe.
Psa 18:8 There wete a smoke out of his nostrels, ad a cosumynge fyre out of his mouth, so yt coales were kyndled at it.
Psa 18:9 He bowed the heaues & came downe, & it was darcke vnder his fete.
Psa 18:10 He rode vpo the Cherubins & dyd fle: he came flyenge with the wynges of the wynde.
Psa 18:11 He made darcknesse his pauylion rounde aboute hi, with darcke water & thicke cloudes to couer him.
Psa 18:12 At the brightnes off his presence the cloudes remoued, with hale stones & coales of fyre.
Psa 18:13 The LORDE also thondred out of ye heaue, & the heyth gaue his thondre wt hale stones & coales of fyre.
Psa 18:14 He sent out his arowes & scatred the, he cast sore lighteninges, & destroyed the.
Psa 18:15 The springes of waters were sene, & the foundacios of the roude worlde were discouered at yi chiding (o LORDE) at the blastinge & breth of thy displeasure.
Psa 18:16 He sent downe fro the heyth to fetch me, & toke me out of greate waters.
Psa 18:17 He delyuered me fro my stronge enemies, and fro my foes which were to mightie for me.
Psa 18:18 They preuented me in the tyme of my trouble, but ye LORDE was my defence.
Psa 18:19 He brought me forth also into lyberte: & delyuered me, because he had a fauor vnto me.
Psa 18:20 The LORDE shall rewarde me after my rightuous dealynge, & acordinge to the clenesse of my hodes shal he recopense me.
Psa 18:21 For I haue kepte the wayes of the LORDE, & haue not behaued myself wickedly agaynst my God.
Psa 18:22 I haue an eye vnto all his lawes, & cast not out his commaundemetes fro me.
Psa 18:23 Vncorrupte will I be before hi, & wil eschue myne owne wickednes.
Psa 18:24 Therfore shal ye LORDE rewarde me after my rightuous dealinge, & acordinge vnto ye clenesse of my hodes in his eye sight.
Psa 18:25 With the holy thou shalt be holy, & wt ye innocet thou shalt be innocet.
Psa 18:26 With the clene thou shalt be clene & with the frowarde thou shalt be frowarde.
Psa 18:27 For thou shalt saue the poore oppressed, & brige downe the hye lokes of the proude.
Psa 18:28 Thou lightest my cadle, o LORDE my God: thou makest my darcknesse to be light.
Psa 18:29 For in the I can discofit an hoost of me: yee in my God I ca leape ouer the wall.
Psa 18:30 The waye of God is a perfecte waye: the wordes of the LORDE are tried in the fyre: he is a shylde of defence, for all them that trust in him.
Psa 18:31 For who is God, but the LORDE? Or, who hath eny strength, but oure God?
Psa 18:32 It is God that hath gyrded me with stregth and made my waye vncorrupte.
Psa 18:33 He hath made my fete like hartes fete, and set me vp an hye.
Psa 18:34 He teacheth myne hondes to fight, and maketh myne armes to breake euen a bowe off stele.
Psa 18:35 Thou hast geue me the defence of thy health, thy right hande vpholdeth me, and thy louynge correccion maketh me greate.
Psa 18:36 Thou hast made rowme ynough vnder me for to go, that my fote steppes shulde not slyde.
Psa 18:37 I will folowe vpon myne enemies, and take them: I will not turne till they be discomfited.
Psa 18:38 I will smyte them, they shall not be able to stonde, but fall vnder my fete.
Psa 18:39 Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto ye batell, thou hast throwe them all downe vnder me, that rose vp agaynst me.
Psa 18:40 Thou hast made myne enemies to turne their backes vpon me, thou hast destroyed the yt hated me.
Psa 18:41 They cried, but there was none to helpe the: yee euen vnto the LORDE, but he herde the not.
Psa 18:42 I will beate them as small as the dust before the wynde, I will cast them out as ye claye in the stretes.
Psa 18:43 Thou shalt delyuer me from the stryuinges of the people, thou shalt make me the heade of the Heithe.
Psa 18:44 A people whom I haue not knowne, shall serue me.
Psa 18:45 As soone as they heare of me, they shall obeye me, but the straunge childre dyssemble with me.
Psa 18:46 The straunge children are waxe olde, and go haltinge out of their pathes.
Psa 18:47 The LORDE lyueth: ad blessed be my helper, praysed be the God of my health.
Psa 18:48 Eue ye God which seyth that I be auenged, and subdueth the people vnto me.
Psa 18:49 It is he that delyuereth me fro my cruell enemies: thou shalt lift me vp from them that ryse agaynst me, thou shalt ryd me from the wicked man.
Psa 18:50 For this cause I wil geue thankes vnto ye (o LORDE) amonge the Gentiles, and synge prayses vnto thy name. Greate prosperite geueth he vnto his kynge, and sheweth louinge kyndnesse vnto Dauid his anoynted, yee & vnto his sede for euermore.
Psa 19:1 The very heaues declare the glory off God, ad the very firmamet sheweth his hadye worke.
Psa 19:2 One daye telleth another, and one night certifieth another.
Psa 19:3 There is nether speach ner laguage, but their voyces are herde amoge the.
Psa 19:4 Their soude is gone out in to all londes, and their wordes in to the endes of the worlde.
Psa 19:5 In the hath he sett a tabernacle for ye Sone, which cometh forth as a brydegrome out of his chambre, & reioyseth as a giaunte to rune his course.
Psa 19:6 It goeth forth fro the one ende of the heauen, and runneth aboute vnto the same ende agayne, & there maye no ma hyde himself fro the heate therof.
Psa 19:7 The lawe of the LORDE is a perfecte lawe, it quickeneth the soule. The testimony of ye LORDE is true, & geueth wisdome euen vnto babes.
Psa 19:8 The statutes of the LORDE are right, & reioyse the herte: ye comaundemet of ye LORDE is pure, and geueth light vnto the eyes.
Psa 19:9 The feare of the LORDE is cleane, & endureth for euer: the iudgmentes of the LORDE are true and rigtuous alltogether.
Psa 19:10 More pleasunt are they then golde, yee then moch fyne golde: sweter then hony & the hony combe.
Psa 19:11 These thy seruaunt kepeth, & for kepinge of them there is greate rewarde.
Psa 19:12 Who can tell, how oft he offendeth? Oh clese thou me fro my secrete fautes.
Psa 19:13 Kepe thy seruaute also from presumptuous synnes, lest they get the dominion ouer me: so shal I be vndefyled & innocet fro the greate offence.
Psa 19:14 Yee the wordes of my mouth & the meditacio of my herte shalbe acceptable vnto the, o LORDE, my helper and my redemer.
Psa 20:1 The LORDE heare the in the tyme off trouble, the name of the God of Iacob defende the.
Psa 20:2 Sende the helpe fro the Sanctuary, & strength ye out of Sion
Psa 20:3 Remembre all thy offerynges, and accepte thy brent sacrifice.
Psa 20:4 Sela. Graunte the thy hertes desyre, & fulfill all thy mynde.
Psa 20:5 We will reioyse in thy health, & triuphe in ye name of the LORDE oure God: the LORDE perfourme all thy peticios.
Psa 20:6 Now knowe I, that the LORDE helpeth his anoynted, and will heare him fro his holy heauen: mightie is the helpe of his right hode.
Psa 20:7 Some put their trust in charettes, & some in horses: but we wil remebre ye name of the LORDE oure God.
Psa 20:8 They are brought downe and fallen, but we are rysen and stonde vp right.
Psa 20:9 Saue (LORDE) & helpe vs (o kynge) when we call vpon the.
Psa 21:1 Lorde, how ioyfull is the kynge in yi strength? O how exceadinge glad is he of thy sauynge health?
Psa 21:2 Thou hast geuen him his hertes desyre, & hast not put him fro the request of his lippes.
Psa 21:3 Sela. For thou hast preueted him wt liberall blessinges, & set a crowne of golde vpon his heade.
Psa 21:4 He asked life of the, & thou gauest him a longe life, eue for euer & euer.
Psa 21:5 His honoure is greate in thy sauynge health, glory and greate worshipe shalt thou laye vpon him.
Psa 21:6 For thou shalt geue him euerlastige felicite, & make him glad wt the ioye of yi coutenauce.
Psa 21:7 And why? because the kinge putteth his trust in the LORDE, & in the mercy of the most hiest he shal not myscary.
Psa 21:8 Let all thine enemies fele thy honde, let thy right honde fynde out all the yt hate the.
Psa 21:9 Thou shalt make the like a fyre ouen in tyme of thy wrath: the LORDE shal destroye the in his displeasure, & the fyre shall consume them.
Psa 21:10 Their frute shalt thou rote out of the earth, & their sede fro amoge the childre of men.
Psa 21:11 For they inteded myschefe agaynst the, & ymagined soch deuyces, as they were not able to perfourme.
Psa 21:12 Therfore shalt thou put the to flight, & with thy stringes thou shalt make ready thine arowes agaynst the faces off them.
Psa 21:13 Be thou exalted (LORDE) in thine owne strength, so wil we synge and prayse thy power.
Psa 22:1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.
Psa 22:2 O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
Psa 22:3 Yet dwellest thou in the Sanctuary, o thou worshipe of Israel.
Psa 22:4 Oure fathers hoped in the, they trusted in the, ad thou dyddest delyuer them.
Psa 22:5 They callled vpon the, and were helped: they put their trust in the, and were not cofounded.
Psa 22:6 But as for me, I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of me and the outcast of the people.
Psa 22:7 All they yt se me, laugh me to scorne: they shute out their lippes, and shake their heades.
Psa 22:8 He trusted in God, let him delyuer him: let him helpe hi, yf he wil haue him.
Psa 22:9 But thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wobe: thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet vpon my mothers brestes.
Psa 22:10 I haue bene left vnto the euer sence I was borne, thou art my God, eue fro my mothers wombe.
Psa 22:11 O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.
Psa 22:12 Greate bulles are come aboute me, fatt oxen close me in on euery syde.
Psa 22:13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as it were a rampinge and roaringe lyon.
Psa 22:14 I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.
Psa 22:15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
Psa 22:16 For dogges are come aboute me, the coucell of ye wicked hath layed sege agaynst me.
Psa 22:17 They pearsed my hondes and my fete, I might haue tolde all my bones: as for them, they stode staringe and lokinge vpon me.
Psa 22:18 They haue parted my garmentes amonge them, ad cast lottes vpon my vesture.
Psa 22:19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
Psa 22:20 Delyuer my soule from the swearde, my dearlinge from the power of the dogge.
Psa 22:21 Saue me from the lyons mouth, and heare me fro amonge the hornes off the vnicornes.
Psa 22:22 So will I declare thy name vnto my brethren, in the myddest off the congregacion will I prayse the.
Psa 22:23 O prayse the LORDE ye that feare him: Magnifie him all ye sede of Iacob, & let all ye sede of Israel feare hi.
Psa 22:24 For he hath not despysed ner abhorred the myserable estate of the poore: he hath not hyd his face fro me, but whe I called vnto him, he herde me.
Psa 22:25 I wil prayse the in the greate congregacion, and perfourme my vowes in the sight off all the that feare the.
Psa 22:26 The poore shal eate ad be satisfied: they yt seke after ye LORDE shal prayse him: youre herte shal lyue for euer.
Psa 22:27 All the endes of the worlde shal remembre themselues, & be turned vnto the LORDE: and all the generacions of the Heithen shal worsh pe before him.
Psa 22:28 For the kyngdome is the LORDES, and he shal be the gouernoure of ye Heithen.
Psa 22:29 All soch as be fat vpo earth, shal eate also and worshipe:
Psa 22:30 All they that lye in the dust, and lyue so hardly, shall fall downe before him.
Psa 22:31 The sede shall serue him, and preach of the LORDE for euer. They shal come, & declare his rightuousnes: vnto a people that shal be borne, who the LORDE hath made.
Psa 23:1 The LORDE is my shepherde, I can wante nothinge.
Psa 23:2 He fedeth me in a grene pasture, ad ledeth me to a fresh water.
Psa 23:3 He quickeneth my soule, & bringeth me forth in the waye of rightuousnes for his names sake.
Psa 23:4 Though I shulde walke now in the valley of the shadowe of death, yet I feare no euell, for thou art with me: thy staffe & thy shepehoke coforte me.
Psa 23:5 Thou preparest a table before me agaynst mine enemies: thou anoyntest my heade with oyle, & fyllest my cuppe full.
Psa 23:6 Oh let thy louynge kyndnes & mercy folowe me all the dayes off my life, that I maye dwell in the house off the LORDE for euer.
Psa 24:1 The earth is the LORDES, & all that therin is: the copase of the worlde, ad all yt dwell therin.
Psa 24:2 For he hath fouded it vpo the sees, & buylded it vpon the floudes.
Psa 24:3 Who shal go vp in to the hill off the LORDE? Or, who shal remayne in his holy place?
Psa 24:4 Eue he yt hath innocet hodes & a clene herte: which lifteth not vp his mynde vnto vanite, & sweareth not to disceaue.
Psa 24:5 He shal receaue the blessinge fro the LORDE, ad mercy fro God his sauioure.
Psa 24:6 This is ye generacio of the yt seke him, of the yt seke yi face, o Iacob.
Psa 24:7 Sela. Open yor gates (o ye prices) let the euerlastinge dores be opened, yt ye kynge of glory maye come in.
Psa 24:8 Who is this kynge of glory? It is the LORDE stroge and mightie, euen the LORDE mightie in batell.
Psa 24:9 Open youre gates (o ye prynces) let the euerlastinge dores be opened, yt the kynge off glory maye come in.
Psa 24:10 Who is this kynge off glory? It is the LORDE of hoostes, he is the kynge of glory. Sela.
Psa 25:1 Unto the (o LORDE) I lift vp my soule.
Psa 25:2 My God, I trust in ye: Oh let me not be confounded, lest myne enemies triuphe ouer me.
Psa 25:3 For all they yt hope in ye shal not be ashamed: but soch as be scornefull despysers wt out a cause. they shall be put to cofucio.
Psa 25:4 Shewe me thy wayes (o LORDE) & teach me thy pathes.
Psa 25:5 Lede me in yi trueth and lerne me, for thou art the God off my health, and in the is my hope all the daye longe.
Psa 25:6 Call to remembraunce, O LORDE, thy tender mercyes & thy louinge kyndnesses, which haue bene euer of olde.
Psa 25:7 Oh remebre not ye synnes & offences of my youth, but acordinge vnto thy mercy thynke vpon me (O LORDE) for thy goodnesse.
Psa 25:8 O how fredly & rightuous is the LORDE, therfore wil he teach synners in the waye.
Psa 25:9 He ledeth the symple a right, and soch as be meke the lerneth he his wayes.
Psa 25:10 All the wayes of the LORDE are very mercy & faithfulnesse, vnto soch as kepe his testament and couenaunt.
Psa 25:11 For thy names sake, O LORDE, be mercifull vnto my synne, for it is greate.
Psa 25:12 What so euer he be that feareth the LORDE, he shal shewe him the waye that he hath chosen.
Psa 25:13 His soule shall dwell at ease, and his sede shall possesse the londe.
Psa 25:14 The secrete of the LORDE is amonge them that feare him, and he sheweth them his couenaunt.
Psa 25:15 Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the LORDE, for he shal plucke my fete out of ye nett.
Psa 25:16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
Psa 25:17 The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
Psa 25:18 Loke vpon my aduersite and misery, and forgeue me all my synnes.
Psa 25:19 Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
Psa 25:20 O kepe my soule, and delyuer me: let me not be confounded, for I haue put my trust in the.
Psa 25:21 Let innocency and rightuous dealinge wayte vpon me, for my hope is in the.
Psa 25:22 Delyuer Israel (O God) out of all his trouble.
Psa 26:1 Be thou my iudge (O LORDE) for I walke innocently: my trust is in the LORDE, therfore shall I not fall.
Psa 26:2 Examen me O LORDE, and proue me: trie out my reynes and my hert.
Psa 26:3 For thy louynge kyndnesse is before myne eyes, and I walke in thy trueth.
Psa 26:4 I syt not amoge vayne personnes, and haue no fellishepe with the disceatfull.
Psa 26:5 I hate the congregacion of the wicked, and I will not syt amonge the vngodly.
Psa 26:6 I wasshe my hondes with innocency O LORDE, and so go I to thine aulter.
Psa 26:7 That I maye shewe the voyce of thy prayse, and tell of all thy wonderous workes.
Psa 26:8 LORDE, I loue the habitacion of thy house, and ye place where thy honoure dwelleth.
Psa 26:9 O destroye not my soule with the synners, ner my life with the bloudthurstie.
Psa 26:10 In whose hondes is wickednesse, and their right honde is full of giftes.
Psa 26:11 But as for me I will walke innocently: O delyuer me, and be mercifull vnto me.
Psa 26:12 My fote stondeth right: I wil prayse the (O LORDE) in the congregacions.
Psa 27:1 The LORDE is my light and my health: whom then shulde I feare? the LORDE is the strength of my life, for whom the shulde I be afrayed?
Psa 27:2 Therfore when the wicked (euen myne enemies & my foes) came vpon me, to eate vp my flesh, they stombled and fell.
Psa 27:3 Though an hoost of men were layed agaynst me, yet shal not my hert be afrayed: and though there rose vp warre against me, yet wil I put my trust in him.
Psa 27:4 One thinge haue I desyred of the LORDE, which I wil requyre: namely, that I maye dwell in the house of the LORDE all the dayes of my life, to beholde the fayre beutie of the LORDE, and to vyset his temple.
Psa 27:5 For in the tyme of trouble he hath hyd me in his tabernacle, yee in the secrete place of his dwellinge hath he kepte and set me vp vpon a rocke of stone.
Psa 27:6 And now hath he lift vp my heade aboue myne enemies, that copassed me rounde aboute.
Psa 27:7 Therfore wil I offre in his dwellinge, the oblacion of thakesgeuynge: I wil both synge & speake prayses vnto the LORDE.
Psa 27:8 Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
Psa 27:9 My hert speaketh vnto the, my face seketh the, yee LORDE, thy face wil I seke. O hyde not thou thy face fro me, cast not thy seruaunt of in displeasure.
Psa 27:10 Thou art my succoure, leaue me not, nether forsake me, O God my Sauioure.
Psa 27:11 For my father and my mother haue forsaken me, but the LORDE hath taken me vp. Shewe me thy waye O LORDE, and lede me in the right path, because of myne enemies.
Psa 27:12 Delyuer me not into the wylles of myne aduersaries, for there are false wytnesses rysen vp against me, and they ymagyn myschefe.
Psa 27:13 Neuerthelesse, I beleue verely to se the goodnesse of the LORDE in the londe of the lyuynge.
Psa 27:14 O tary thou ye LORDES leysure, be stronge, let thine hert be of good comforte, and wayte thou still for the LORDE.
Psa 28:1 Unto the wil I crie, o my stronge defence: thinke no scorne of me, lest (yf thou make the as though thou herdest not) I become like them, that go downe into ye pytte.
Psa 28:2 Heare the voyce of my humble peticion, when I crie vnto the, and holde vp my hondes towarde thy holy temple.
Psa 28:3 O plucke me not awaye amonge the vngodly and wicked doers, which speake frendly to their neghboure, but ymagin myschefe in their hertes.
Psa 28:4 Rewarde them acordinge to their dedes and wickednesse of their owne inuencions.
Psa 28:5 Recompense them after ye workes of their hodes, paye them that they haue deserued.
Psa 28:6 For they regarde not the workes of the LORDE, ner the operacion of his hades: therfore shal he breake them downe, and not buylde them vp.
Psa 28:7 Praysed be ye LORDE, for he hath herde the voyce of my humble peticio.
Psa 28:8 The LORDE is my stregth and my shylde: my herte hoped in him, & I am helped: therfore my hert dauseth for ioye, and I will synge prayses vnto him.
Psa 28:9 The LORDE is the strength of his people, he is the defender and Sauioure of his anoynted. O helpe thy people, geue thy blessynge vnto thy enheritaunce: fede them, and set them vp for euer.
Psa 29:1 A scrybe vnto the LORDE (o ye mightie) ascribe vnto the LORDE worshipe and strength.
Psa 29:2 Geue the LORDE the honoure of his name, bowe youre selues to the holy magesty of the LORDE
Psa 29:3 It is the LORDE that commaundeth the waters: It is the glorious God that maketh ye thonder:
Psa 29:4 it is the LORDE yt ruleth the see.
Psa 29:5 The voyce of the LORDE is mightie in operacion, the voyce of the LORDE is a glorious voyce.
Psa 29:6 The voyce of the LORDE breaketh the Cedre trees: yee the LORDE breaketh the Ceders of Libanus.
Psa 29:7 He maketh them to skippe like a calfe: Libanus and Sirion like a yonge vnycorne.
Psa 29:8 The voyce of the LORDE deuideth the flames of fyre: the voyce of the LORDE shaketh the wildernesse, yee the LORDE shaketh the wildernesse of Cades.
Psa 29:9 The voyce of the LORDE moueth ye hyndes & discouereth the thicke busshes: in his temple shal euery man speake of his honoure.
Psa 29:10 The LORDE stilleth the water floude, & ye LORDE remayneth a kynge for euer.
Psa 29:11 The LORDE shall geue power vnto his people, the LORDE shal geue his people the blessynge of peace.
Psa 30:1 I wil magnifie ye (O LORDE) for thou hast set me vp, & not suffred my foes to triuphe ouer me.
Psa 30:2 O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.
Psa 30:3 Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.
Psa 30:4 Synge prayses vnto the LORDE (o ye sayntes of his) geue thankes vnto him for a remembraunce of his holynesse.
Psa 30:5 For his wrath endureth but the twincklinge of an eye, and his pleasure is in life: heuynesse maye well endure for a night, but ioye commeth in the mornynge.
Psa 30:6 As for me, whe I was in prosperite, I sayde: Tush, I shal neuer fall more. (And why? thou LORDE of thy goodnesse haddest made my hill so stronge.)
Psa 30:7 But as soone as thou turnedest thy face fro me, I was brought in feare.
Psa 30:8 The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
Psa 30:9 What profit is there in my bloude, yf I go downe to corrupcion?
Psa 30:10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
Psa 30:11 Hear (O LORDE) and haue mercy vpon me: LORDE be thou my helper.
Psa 30:12 And so thou hast turned my heuynesse into ioye: thou hast put of my sack cloth, & gyrded me wt gladnesse. That my honor might synge prayses vnto the wt out ceassynge: O LORDE my God, I wil geue thankes vnto the for euer.
Psa 31:1 In the, O LORDE, is my trust: let me neuer be put to cofucion, but delyuer me in thy rightuousnesse.
Psa 31:2 Bowe downe thine eare to me, make haist to delyuer me:
Psa 31:3 be thou my stronge rocke and a house of defence, that thou mayest saue me.
Psa 31:4 For thou art my stronge holde & my castell: O be thou my gyde, & lede me for thy names sake.
Psa 31:5 Drawe me out of the nett yt they haue layed priuely for me, for thou art my stregth.
Psa 31:6 Into thy hondes I commende my sprete: thou hast delyuered me O LORDE thou God of treuth.
Psa 31:7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
Psa 31:8 I will be glad and reioyse in thy mercy: for thou hast considred my trouble, thou hast knowne my soule in aduersite.
Psa 31:9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
Psa 31:10 Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
Psa 31:11 My life is waxen olde with heuynesse, and my yeares wt mournynge.
Psa 31:12 My stregth fayleth me because of my aduersite, and my bones are corrupte.
Psa 31:13 I am become a very reprofe amonge all myne enemies, my neghbours & they of myne owne acquauntaunce are afrayed of me: they yt se me in the strete, coveye them selues fro me.
Psa 31:14 I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
Psa 31:15 For I haue herde the blasphemy of the multitude: euery man abhorreth me: they haue gathered a councel together agaynst me, and are purposed to take awaye my life.
Psa 31:16 But my hope is in ye O LORDE, & I saye: thou art my God.
Psa 31:17 My tyme is in thy honde: delyuer me from the honde of myne enemies, & from them yt persecute me.
Psa 31:18 Shewe thy seruaunt the light of thy countenaunce, helpe me for thy mercies sake.
Psa 31:19 Let me not be confounded (o LORDE) for I call vpon the: let the vngodly rather be put to confucion, and brought vnto the hell.
Psa 31:20 Let the lyenge lippes be put to sylence, which cruelly, disdanedly & despitefully speake agaynst the rightuous.
Psa 31:21 O how greate and manifolde is thy good, which thou haist hyd for them that feare ye? O what thinges bringest thou to passe for them, that put their trust in the, euen before the sonnes of men?
Psa 31:22 Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
Psa 31:23 Thankes be to the LORDE, for he hath shewed me maruelous greate kyndnesse in a stronge cite. For when the sodane feare came vpon me, I sayde: I am cast out of thy sight.
Psa 31:24 Neuertheles, thou herdest myne humble prayer, when I cried vnto the. O loue the LORDE (all ye his sayntes) for the LORDE preserueth the faithfull, and plenteously rewardeth he the proude doer. Be stroge therfore & take a good herte vnto you, all ye that put youre trust in the LORDE.
Psa 32:1 Blessed are they, whose vnrightuousnesse is forgeuen, and whose synnes are couered.
Psa 32:2 Blessed is the man, vnto whom the LORDE imputeth no synne, in whose sprete there is no gyle.
Psa 32:3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
Psa 32:4 And because thy hande was so heuy vpon me both daye and night, my moysture was like the drouth in Sommer. Sela.
Psa 32:5 Therfore I confessed my synne vnto the, and hyd not myne vnrightuousnesse.
Psa 32:6 I saide: I will knowlege myne offence, and accuse my self vnto the LORDE, and so thou forgauest me the wickednesse of my synne.
Psa 32:7 Sela. For this shal euery saynte make his prayer vnto the in due season, therfore shall not the greate water floudes come nye him.
Psa 32:8 Thou art my defence in the trouble that is come aboute me, O copasse thou me aboute also with the ioye of delyueraunce.
Psa 32:9 Sela. I wil enforme the, and shewe the the waye wherin thou shalt go: I wil fasten myne eyes vpon the.
Psa 32:10 Be not ye now like horses & mooles, which haue no vnderstondinge. Whose mouthes thou must holde with bytt & brydle, yf they wil not obeie the.
Psa 32:11 Greate plages shall ye vngodly haue, but who so putteth his trust in the LORDE, mercy shall compasse him on euery syde. Be glad (o ye rightuous) and reioyse in the LORDE, be ioyfull all ye that are true of herte.
Psa 33:1 Reioyse in ye LORDE (o ye rightuous) for it becommeth well the iust to be thankfull.
Psa 33:2 Prayse the LORDE with harpe: synge psalmes vnto him with the lute and instrument of ten strynges.
Psa 33:3 Singe him a new songe, yee synge lustely vnto him & with a good corage.
Psa 33:4 For the worde of ye LORDE is true, and all his workes are faithfull.
Psa 33:5 He loueth mercy & iudgment, ye earth is full of the goodnesse of the LORDE
Psa 33:6 By the worde of the LORDE were the heauens made, & all the hoostes of them by ye breth of his mouth.
Psa 33:7 He gathereth ye waters together as it were in a bottell, & laieth vp the depe in secrete.
Psa 33:8 Let all the earth feare the LORDE, and let all them that dwell in the worlde, stode in awe of him.
Psa 33:9 For loke what he sayeth, it is done: and loke what he comaudeth, it stondeth fast.
Psa 33:10 The LORDE bryngeth the councell of the Heithen to naught, and turneth the deuyces of the people.
Psa 33:11 But the coucell of the LORDE endureth, and the thoughtes of his hert from generacion to generacion.
Psa 33:12 Blessed are the people that holde the LORDE for their God, & blessed are the folke whom he hath chosen to be his heretage.
Psa 33:13 The LORDE loketh downe from heauen, & beholdeth all the children of men:
Psa 33:14 from his stronge seate he considreth all them yt dwell in the worlde.
Psa 33:15 He only hath fashioned all the hertes of them, & knoweth all their workes.
Psa 33:16 A kynge is not helped by his owne greate hoost, nether is a giaunte saued thorow the might of his owne stregth.
Psa 33:17 A horse is but a vayne thynge to saue a man, it is not the power of his stregth that can delyuer him.
Psa 33:18 Beholde, the eye of the LORDE loketh vnto them that feare him, & put their trust in his mercy.
Psa 33:19 That he maye delyuer their soules from death, and to fede them in the deare tyme.
Psa 33:20 Let oure soule paciently abyde the LORDE, for he is oure helpe and shilde.
Psa 33:21 So shal oure herte reioyse in him, because we haue hoped in his holy name.
Psa 33:22 Let thy mercifull kyndnesse (o LORDE) be vpon vs, like as we put oure trust in the.
Psa 34:1 I wil allwaye geue thankes vnto the LORDE, his prayse shal euer be in my mouth.
Psa 34:2 My soule shall make hir boast in the LORDE: the poore oppressed shal heare therof, and be glad.
Psa 34:3 O prayse ye LORDE with me, and let vs magnifie his name together.
Psa 34:4 I sought the LORDE, and he herde me, yee he delyuered me out of all my feare.
Psa 34:5 They that haue an eye vnto him, shalbe lightened, & their faces shall not be ashamed.
Psa 34:6 This poore man cried vnto the LORDE, and he herde him, yee and delyuered him out of all his troubles.
Psa 34:7 The angell of the LORDE pitcheth his tente rounde aboute them that feare him, and delyuereth them.
Psa 34:8 O taist and se how frendly the LORDE is, blessed is the man yt trusteth in him.
Psa 34:9 O feare the LORDE, ye yt be his sayntes: for they that feare him, lacke nothinge.
Psa 34:10 The rich shal want and suffre hunger, but they which seke the LORDE, shal wat no maner of thinge, that is good.
Psa 34:11 Come hither (o ye children) herken vnto me, I wil teach you the feare of the LORDE.
Psa 34:12 Who so listeth to lyue, & wolde fayne se good dayes.
Psa 34:13 Let him refrayne his tonge from euell, and his lippes that they speake no gyle.
Psa 34:14 Let him eschue euell, and do good: Let him seke peace & ensue it.
Psa 34:15 For the eyes of the LORDE are ouer the rightuous, and his eares are open vnto their prayers.
Psa 34:16 But the face of the LORDE beholdeth them that do euel, to destroye the remembraunce of them out of the earth.
Psa 34:17 When the rightuous crie, the LORDE heareth them, and delyuereth the out of all their troubles.
Psa 34:18 The LORDE is nye vnto them yt are contrite in hert, & wil helpe soch as be of an huble sprete.
Psa 34:19 Greate are ye troubles of the rightuous, but the LORDE delyuereth them out of all.
Psa 34:20 He kepeth all their bones, so yt not one of them is broken.
Psa 34:21 But misfortune shal slaye the vngodly, and they that hate ye rightuous shal be giltie.
Psa 34:22 The LORDE delyuereth the soules of his seruautes, and all they that put their trust in him, shal not offende.
Psa 35:1 Stryue thou with them (o LORDE) that stryue wt me, fight thou agaynst them that fight agaynst me.
Psa 35:2 Laye honde vpon the shylde and speare, and stonde vp to helpe me.
Psa 35:3 Drawe out thy swearde, and stoppe the waye agaynst them that persecute me, saye vnto my soule: I am yi helpe.
Psa 35:4 Let them be cofounded and put to shame, that seke after my soule: let the be turned back and brought to confucion, that ymagin myschefe for me.
Psa 35:5 Let the be as ye dust before the wynde, and the angell of the LORDE scaterynge the.
Psa 35:6 Let their waye be darcke and slippery, and the angell of the LORDE to persecute them.
Psa 35:7 For they haue pryuely laied their nett to destroye me without a cause, yee and made a pitte for my soule, which I neuer deserued.
Psa 35:8 Let a sodane destruccio come vpon him vnawarres, and ye nett that he hath layed priuely, catch him self, that he maye fall in to his owne myschefe.
Psa 35:9 But let my soule be ioyfull in the LORDE, and reioyse in his helpe.
Psa 35:10 All my bones shal saie: LORDE, who is like vnto the? which delyuerest ye poore from those that are to stronge for him, yee the poore and the nedy from his robbers.
Psa 35:11 False witnesses are rysen vp, & laye to my charge thinges that I knowe not.
Psa 35:12 They rewarde me euell for good, to the greate discomforth of my soule.
Psa 35:13 Neuertheles, when they were sick, I put on a sack cloth: I humbled my soule with fastinge, and my prayer turned in to myne owne bosome.
Psa 35:14 I behaued myself as though it had bene my frende or my brother, I wete heuely, as one yt mourneth for his mother.
Psa 35:15 But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
Psa 35:16 With ye gredy & scornefull ypocrites, they gnasshed vpon me with theirteth.
Psa 35:17 LORDE, whan wilt thou loke vpo this? O restore my soule from ye wicked rumoure of the, my dearlinge from the lyons.
Psa 35:18 So wil I geue ye thankes in the greate congregacion, & prayse the amonge moch people.
Psa 35:19 O let the not triuphe ouer me, that are myne enemies for naught: O let them not wyncke wt their eyes, that hate me without a cause.
Psa 35:20 And why? their comonynge is not for peace, but they ymagin false wordes agaynst ye outcastes of the londe.
Psa 35:21 They gape vpon me wt their mouthes, sayenge: there there: we se it with oure eyes.
Psa 35:22 This thou seist, o LORDE: holde not thy tonge the: go not farre fro me, o LORDE.
Psa 35:23 Awake (LORDE) and stonde vp: auenge thou my cause, my God, and my LORDE.
Psa 35:24 Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.
Psa 35:25 O let the not saye in their hertes: there there, so wolde we haue it. O let them not saye: we haue ouercome him.
Psa 35:26 Let them be put to confucion and shame, that reioyse at my trouble: let the be clothed with rebuke and dishonoure, that boost the selues agaynst me.
Psa 35:27 Let them also be glad and reioyse, that fauoure my rightuous dealinge: yee let them saye allwaye: blessed be ye LORDE, which hath pleasure in the prosperite of his seruaunt.
Psa 35:28 And as for my tonge, it shall be talkynge of thy rightuousnes and of thy prayse, all the daye longe.
Psa 36:1 My hert sheweth me the wickednesse of the vngodly, that there is no feare of God before his eyes.
Psa 36:2 For he dyssembleth before his face, so longe till his abhominable synne be founde out.
Psa 36:3 The wordes of his mouth are vnrightuousnesse and disceate, he wil not be lerned to do good.
Psa 36:4 He ymagineth myschefe vpon his bedde, he will come in no good waye, ner refuse the thinge that is euell.
Psa 36:5 Thy mercy (O LORDE) reacheth vnto the heauen, and thy faithfulnesse vnto the cloudes.
Psa 36:6 Thy rightuousnesse stondeth like the stronge mountaynes, & thy iudgment like the greate depe.
Psa 36:7 Thou LORDE preseruest both me & beestes. How precious is thy mercy (O God) that the children of men maye put their trust vnder ye shadowe of thy wynges?
Psa 36:8 They shalbe satisfied with the pleteousnesse of thy house, and thou shalt geue them drynke of the ryuer of thy pleasures.
Psa 36:9 For by the is ye well of life, & in thy light, shall we se light.
Psa 36:10 O sprede forth thy louynge kyndnesse vnto them that knowe the, & thy rightuousnes vnto the that are true of hert.
Psa 36:11 O let not the fote of pryde ouertake me, O let not the hande of ye vngodly cast me downe.
Psa 36:12 As for wicked doers, they fall, they are cast downe, & are not able to stode.
Psa 37:1 Frett not thy self at the vngodly, be not thou envious agaynst the euell doers.
Psa 37:2 For they shall soone be cut downe like ye grasse, & be wythered euen as ye grene herbe.
Psa 37:3 Put thou thy trust in ye LORDE, & be doinge good: so shalt thou dwell in the londe, & verely it shal fede the.
Psa 37:4 Delyte thou in the LORDE, & he shal geue the thy hertes desyre.
Psa 37:5 Comitte thy waye vnto ye LORDE, set thy hope in him, and he shal brynge it to passe.
Psa 37:6 Yee he shall make thy rightuousnesse as cleare as the light, & thy iust dealinge as the noone daye.
Psa 37:7 Holde the still in ye LORDE, and abyde pacietly vpon him: but greue not thy self at one that hath prosperite, and lyueth in abhominacion.
Psa 37:8 Leaue of from wrath, let go displeasure, let not thy gelousy moue the also to do euell.
Psa 37:9 For wicked doers shal be roted out, but they that pacietly abyde the LORDE, shal enheret the londe.
Psa 37:10 Suffre yet a litle whyle, & ye vngodly shalbe clene gone: thou shalt loke after his place, & he shal be awaye.
Psa 37:11 But the meke spreted shal possesse the earth, & haue pleasure in moch rest.
Psa 37:12 The vngodly layeth wayte for the iust, & gnassheth vpon him wt his tethe.
Psa 37:13 But ye LORDE laugheth him to scorne, for he seith yt his daye is cominge.
Psa 37:14 The vngodly drawe out the swerde & bende their bowe, to cast downe ye symple & poore, and to slaye soch as go ye right waye.
Psa 37:15 Neuertheles, their swerde shal go thorow their owne hert, and their bowe shalbe broke.
Psa 37:16 A small thinge yt the rightuous hath, is better then greate riches of the vngodly.
Psa 37:17 For the armes of ye vngodly shalbe broken, but the LORDE vpholdeth the rightuous.
Psa 37:18 The LORDE knoweth the dayes of the godly, & their enheritauce shal endure for euer.
Psa 37:19 They shal not be cofounded in ye perlous tyme, & in ye dayes of derth they shall haue ynough.
Psa 37:20 As for ye vngodly, they shall perishe: & whe ye enemies of ye LORDE are in their floures, they shal cosume, yee euen as the smoke shal they cosume awaye.
Psa 37:21 The vngodly boroweth and paieth not agayne, but the rightuous is mercifull & liberall.
Psa 37:22 Soch as be blessed of him, shal possesse the londe: & they whom he curseth, shalbe roted out.
Psa 37:23 The LORDE ordreth a good mans goinge, & hath pleasure in his waye.
Psa 37:24 Though he fall, he shal not be hurte, for the LORDE vpholdeth him wt his hade.
Psa 37:25 I haue bene yonge, & now am olde: yet sawe I neuer the rightuous forsake, ner his sede to seke their bred.
Psa 37:26 The rightuous is euer mercifull, & ledeth getly, therfore shal his sede be blessed.
Psa 37:27 Fle fro euell, & do ye thinge that is good, so shalt thou dwell for euer.
Psa 37:28 For ye LORDE loueth ye thinge yt is right, he forsaketh not his sayntes, but they shal be preserued for euermore:
Psa 37:29 as for the sede of the vngodly, it shalbe roted out.
Psa 37:30 Yee the rightuous shal possesse ye lode, & dwell therin for euer.
Psa 37:31 The mouth of the rightuous is exercised in wysdome, & his toge talketh of iudgment.
Psa 37:32 The lawe of his God is in his hert, therfore shal not his fotesteppes slyde.
Psa 37:33 The vngodly seyth the rightuous, & goeth aboute to slaye him.
Psa 37:34 But the LORDE wil not leaue him in his hodes, ner codemne him when he is iudged.
Psa 37:35 Hope thou in the LORDE, & kepe his waye: & he shal so promote the, that thou shalt haue the lode by enheritauce, & se, when the vngodly shall perishe.
Psa 37:36 I myself haue sene the vngodly in greate power, & florishinge like a grene baye tre:
Psa 37:37 but when I wente by, lo, he was gone: I sought him, but he coude no where be founde.
Psa 37:38 Kepe innocency, and take hede vnto the thinge that is right, for that shall brynge a man peace at the last.
Psa 37:39 As for the trasgressours, they shal perishe together, and the vngodly shal be roted out at ye last. The helpe of the rightuous commeth of the LORDE, he is their strength in the tyme of trouble.
Psa 37:40 The LORDE shal stode by them, and saue them: he shal delyuer them from the vngodly, and helpe the, because they put their trust in him.
Psa 38:1 Pvt me not to rebuke (Oh LORDE) in thine anger: Oh chaste me not in thy heuy displeasure.
Psa 38:2 For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore.
Psa 38:3 There is no whole parte in my body, because of thy displeasure: there is no rest in my bones, by reason of my synnes.
Psa 38:4 For my wickednesses are gone ouer my heade, and are like a sore burthen, to heuy forme to beare.
Psa 38:5 My woundes styncke & are corrupte, thorow my folishnesse.
Psa 38:6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
Psa 38:7 For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body.
Psa 38:8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
Psa 38:9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
Psa 38:10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
Psa 38:11 My louers & frendes stonde lokynge vpon my trouble, and my kynsmen are gone a farre of.
Psa 38:12 They that sought after my life, and to do me euell, spake of lyes and ymagined disceate all the daye longe.
Psa 38:13 As for me, I was like a deaf ma, and herde not: and as one that were domme, not openynge his mouth.
Psa 38:14 I am become as a man that heareth not, and that can make no resistaunce wt his mouth.
Psa 38:15 For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.
Psa 38:16 My desyre is, yt myne enemies triumphe not ouer me: for yf my fote slippe, they reioyse greatly against me.
Psa 38:17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
Psa 38:18 For I cofesse my wickednesse, & my synne greueth me.
Psa 38:19 But myne enemies lyue, and are mightie: and they that hate me without a cause, are many in nombre.
Psa 38:20 They that rewarde me euell for good, speake euell of me, because I folowe the thinge that good is.
Psa 38:21 Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.
Psa 38:22 Haist the to helpe me, O LORDE my succoure.
Psa 39:1 I sayde: I wil kepe my waies, that I offended not in my tonge.
Psa 39:2 And so I shut my mouth, whyle the vngodly layed wayte for me.
Psa 39:3 I helde my tonge, I was domme, I kepte sylence, yee eue from good wordes, but it was payne and grefe to me.
Psa 39:4 My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
Psa 39:5 LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante.
Psa 39:6 Beholde, thou hast made my dayes a spanne longe, and my life is as it were nothinge before the. O how vayne are all men lyuynge?
Psa 39:7 Sela. Yee euery man walketh as it were a shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, and can not tell to whom he gathereth them.
Psa 39:8 And now LORDE, wherin shall I comforte me? my hope is in the.
Psa 39:9 Delyuer me from all myne offences, and make me not a scorne vnto the foolish.
Psa 39:10 I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.
Psa 39:11 When thou punyshest man for synne, thou chastenest him: so that his beutie consumeth awaye, like as it were a mothe. O how vayne are all men?
Psa 39:12 Sela. Heare my prayer o LORDE, and considre my callinge: shewe not thy self as though thou sawest not my teares. For I am a straunger and pilgrymme with the, as all my forefathers were.
Psa 39:13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
Psa 40:1 I wayted paciently for the LORDE, which enclyned himself vnto me, and herde my callinge.
Psa 40:2 He brought me out of the horrible pitte, out of the myre and claye: he set my fete vpo the rocke, and ordred my goinges.
Psa 40:3 He hath put a new songe in my mouth, euen a thankesgeuynge vnto oure God. Many men seynge this, shal feare the LORDE, & put their trust in him.
Psa 40:4 Blessed is the man that setteth his hope in the LORDE, and turneth not vnto the proude, & to soch as go aboute with lies.
Psa 40:5 O LORDE my God, greate are yi wonderous workes which thou hast done: & in thy thoughtes towarde vs there maye none be lickened vnto the.
Psa 40:6 I wolde declare them, and speake of the: but they are so many, that they can not be tolde.
Psa 40:7 Sacrifice and offeringe thou woldest not haue but a body hast thou ordeined me: burntofferynges and sacrifice for synne thou hast not alowed. Then sayde I: Lo, I come.
Psa 40:8 In the begynnynge of the boke it is written of me, that I shulde fulfill thy wil O my God, & that am I contet to do: yee thy lawe is within my hert.
Psa 40:9 I wil preach of yi rightuousnesse in the greate congregacion: Lo, I wil not refrayne my lippes, o LORDE, & that thou knowest.
Psa 40:10 I do not hyde yi rightuousnes in my hert, my talkynge is of thy treuth and sauynge health: I kepe not thy louynge mercy and faithfulnesse backe from the greate congregacion.
Psa 40:11 Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
Psa 40:12 For innumerable troubles are come aboute me: my synnes haue taken soch holde vpon me, that I am not able to loke vp: yee they are mo in nombre then the hayres of my heade, and my hert hath fayled me.
Psa 40:13 O LORDE, let it be thy pleasure to deliuer me, make haist (o LORDE) to helpe me. Let them be ashamed and cofounded, that seke after my soule, to destroie it: let them fall backwarde and be put to confucion, that wysh me euell.
Psa 40:14 Let the soone be brought to shame, that crie ouer me: there there.
Psa 40:15 But let all those that seke the, be ioyfull and glad in the: and let all soch as delyte in thy sauynge health, saye allwaye: the LORDE be praysed.
Psa 40:16 As for me, I am poore & in mysery, but the LORDE careth for me.
Psa 40:17 Thou art my helper & redemer, make no longe tariege, o my God.
Psa 41:1 Blessed is he, yt considreth ye poore: ye LORDE shal delyuer him in the tyme of trouble.
Psa 41:2 The LORDE shal preserue him, and kepe him alyue: he shal make him to prospere vpon earth, and shal not delyuer him into ye wil of his enemies.
Psa 41:3 The LORDE shal refresh him, when he lyeth sick vpon his bedd, yee thou makest his bed in all his sicknesse.
Psa 41:4 I sayde: LORDE be mercifull vnto me, heale my soule, for I haue synned agaynst the.
Psa 41:5 Myne enemies speake euell vpo me: whan shal he dye, and his name perishe?
Psa 41:6 Though he came in to se, yet meaned he falsede in his hert, heapinge myschefe vpon himself.
Psa 41:7 All they that hate me, runne together agaynst me, and ymagin euell agaynst me.
Psa 41:8 They haue geuen a wicked sentence vpon me: when he lyeth, he shal ryse vp nomore.
Psa 41:9 Yee euen myne owne familier frende, whom I trusted, which dyd eate my bred, hath lift vp his hele agaynst me.
Psa 41:10 But be thou mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) rayse thou me vp, and I shal rewarde them.
Psa 41:11 By this I knowe thou fauourest me, that my enemie shal not triumphe ouer me.
Psa 41:12 Thou hast vpholden me because of my innocency, and set me before thy face for euer.
Psa 41:13 O blessed be ye LORDE God of Israel, from hece forth and for euermore. Amen, Amen.
Psa 42:1 Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God?
Psa 42:2 My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God?
Psa 42:3 Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.
Psa 42:4 Why art thou so full of heuynes (o my soule) & why art thou so vnquiete within me?
Psa 42:5 O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thankes, for the helpe of his countenauce.
Psa 42:6 My God, my soule is vexed within me: therfore I remebre the londe of Iordane, & the litle hill of Hermonim. One depe calleth another wt the voyce of thy whystles, all thy wawes & water floudes are gone ouer me.
Psa 42:7 The LORDE hath promised his louynge kyndnesse daylie, therfore wil I prayse him in the night season, and make my prayer vnto ye God of my life.
Psa 42:8 I wil saye vnto God my stony rock: why hast thou forgotten me? why go I thus heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
Psa 42:9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
Psa 42:10 daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
Psa 42:11 Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet thanke him for the helpe of his countenaunce, and because he is my God.
Psa 43:1 Geue sentence vpon me (o God) & defende my cause agaynst the vnholy people: Oh delyuer me from the disceatfull & wicked man.
Psa 43:2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
Psa 43:3 Oh sende out yi light & thy trueth, yt they maye lede me & brynge me vnto thy holy hill and to thy dwellinge.
Psa 43:4 That I maye go into the aulter of God, euen vnto the God which is my ioye & pleasure, & vpon the harpe to geue thakes vnto ye, o God, my God.
Psa 43:5 Why art thou so heuy (o my soule) & why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I wil yet geue him thakes for ye helpe of his countenauce, and because he is my God.
Psa 44:1 We haue herde with or eares (o God) or fathers haue tolde vs, what thou hast done in their tyme, of olde.
Psa 44:2 How thou hast dryue out the Heithen wt thy honde, & plated the in: how thou hast destroyed the nacions & cast the out.
Psa 44:3 For they gat not the londe in possession thorow their owne swerde, nether was it their owne arme that helped them.
Psa 44:4 But thy right hade, thyne arme & the light of thy countenaunce, because thou haddest a fauoure vnto them.
Psa 44:5 Thou art ye kinge & my God, thou sendest helpe vnto Iacob.
Psa 44:6 Thorow ye, wil we ouerthrowe oure enemies: & in thy name will we treade them vnder, that ryse vp agaynst vs.
Psa 44:7 For I will not trust in my bowe, it is not my swerde yt shal helpe me.
Psa 44:8 But it is thou that sauest vs fro oure enemies, and puttest them to confucion that hate vs.
Psa 44:9 We will allwaye make oure boast of God, and prayse thy name for euer.
Psa 44:10 Sela. But now thou forsakest vs, & puttest vs to confucion, and goest not forth with oure hoostes.
Psa 44:11 Thou makest vs to turne oure backes vpon oure enemies, so that they which hate vs, spoile oure goodes.
Psa 44:12 Thou lettest vs be eaten vp like shepe, & scatrest vs amonge the Heithen.
Psa 44:13 Thou sellest thy people for naught, & takest no moneye for them.
Psa 44:14 Thou makest vs to be rebuked of or neghbours, to be laughed to scorne aud had in derision, of them that are rounde aboute vs.
Psa 44:15 Thou hast made vs a very byworde amonge the Heithen, & that the people shake their heades at vs.
Psa 44:16 My cofucion is daylie before me, & the shame of my face couereth me.
Psa 44:17 For the voyce of the slaunderer & blasphemer, for the enemie and auenger.
Psa 44:18 All this is come vpon vs, & yet haue we not forgotten the, ner behaued oure selues vnfaithfully in thy couenaunt.
Psa 44:19 Oure hert is not turned backe, nether oure steppes gone out of thy waye.
Psa 44:20 That thou smytest vs so in the place of the serpet, & couerest vs with ye shadowe of death.
Psa 44:21 Yf we had forgotten the name of oure God, & holde vp oure hondes to eny straunge God: Shulde not God fynde it out? for he knoweth the very secretes of the hert.
Psa 44:22 But for thy sake we are kylled all the daie longe, and are counted as shepe apoynted to be slayne.
Psa 44:23 Vp LORDE, why slepest thou? Awake, and cast vs not of for euer.
Psa 44:24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face? wilt thou clene forget oure misery and oppressio?
Psa 44:25 For oure soule is brought lowe euen vnto the dust, and oure bely cleueth vnto the grounde.
Psa 44:26 Arise o LORDE, helpe vs, and delyuer vs for thy mercie sake.
Psa 45:1 My hert is dytinge of a good matter, I speake of that, which I haue made of the kynge:
Psa 45:2 My tonge is ye penne of a ready wryter.
Psa 45:3 Thou art the fayrest amonge the children of me, full of grace are thy lippes, therfore God blesseth the for euer.
Psa 45:4 Gyrde the with thy swerde vpon thy thee (o thou mightie) with worshipe and renowne.
Psa 45:5 Good lucke haue thou with thine honoure, ryde on with the treuth, mekenesse & rightuousnes: & thy right hode shal teach ye woderfull thinges.
Psa 45:6 Thy arowes are sharpe, the people shalbe subdued vnto the, euen in the myddest amonge the kynges enemies.
Psa 45:7 Thy seate (o God) endureth for euer: the cepter of thy kyngdome is a right cepter.
Psa 45:8 Thou hast loued rightuousnesse, & hated iniquite: wherfore God (which is thy God) hath anoynted the with the oyle of gladnes aboue thy felowes.
Psa 45:9 All thy garmentes are like myrre, Aloes & Cassia, when thou comest out of thine yuerie palaces in thy beutifull glory.
Psa 45:10 Kynges doughters go in thy goodly araye, & vpon thy right honde stondeth the quene in a vesture of the most fyne golde.
Psa 45:11 Herken (o doughter) considre, & enclyne thine eare: forget thine owne people, & thy fathers house.
Psa 45:12 So shal the kynge haue pleasure in thy beutie, for he is thy LORDE, & thou shalt worshipe him.
Psa 45:13 The doughters of Tyre shal be there with giftes, the riche amonge the people shal make their supplicacion before the.
Psa 45:14 The kynges doughter is all glorious within, hir clothinge is of wrought golde.
Psa 45:15 She shalbe brought vnto the kynge in rayment of nedle worke, and maydens after her: soch as be next her shalbe brought vnto the.
Psa 45:16 With ioye and gladnesse shal they be brought, and go in to the kynges palace.
Psa 45:17 In steade of thy fathers thou hast gotten children, whom thou shalt make prynces in all londes. I wil remembre thy name from one generacio to another: therfore shal the people geue thankes vnto the, worlde without ende.
Psa 46:1 In oure troubles and aduersite, we haue founde, that God is oure refuge, oure strength and helpe.
Psa 46:2 Therfore wil we not feare, though the earth fell, and though the hilles were caried in to the myddest of the see.
Psa 46:3 Though the waters of the see raged & were neuer so troublous, & though the mountaynes shoke at the tepest of the same.
Psa 46:4 Sela. For there is a floude, which wt his ryuers reioyseth ye cite of God, the holy dwellynge of the most hyest.
Psa 46:5 God is in ye myddest of her, therfore shall she not be remoued: for God helpeth her, & yt right early.
Psa 46:6 The Heithen are madd, the kyngdomes make moch adoo: but whe he sheweth his voyce, ye earth melteth awaye.
Psa 46:7 The LORDE of hoostes is wt vs, the God of Iacob is oure defence.
Psa 46:8 Sela. O come hither, & beholde ye workes of the LORDE, what destruccios he hath brought vpo ye earth.
Psa 46:9 He hath made warres to ceasse in all the worlde: he hath broken the bowe, he hath knapped the speare in sonder, & bret the charettes in the fyre.
Psa 46:10 Be still the & confesse yt I am God: I wil be exalted amonge the Heithe, & I wil be exalted vpon earth.
Psa 46:11 The LORDE of hoostes is wt vs, the God of Iacob is oure defence. Sela.
Psa 47:1 O clappe youre hodes together (all ye people) O synge vnto God with the voyce of thakesgeuynge.
Psa 47:2 For the LORDE the most hyest is to be feared, & he is the greate kynge vpo all ye earth.
Psa 47:3 He shal subdue the people vnder vs, & the Heithe vnder oure fete.
Psa 47:4 He choseth vs for an heretage, the beutie of Iacob whom he loued.
Psa 47:5 Sela. God is gone vp wt a mery noyse, & the LORDE wt the sownde of the tropet.
Psa 47:6 O synge prayses, synge prayses vnto God: O synge prayses, synge prayses vnto oure kynge.
Psa 47:7 For God is kynge of all the earth, O synge prayses vnto him with vnderstondinge.
Psa 47:8 God is kynge ouer the Heithe, God sitteth in his holy seate.
Psa 47:9 The prynces of the people are gathered together vnto the God of Abraham: for God is farre farre hyer exalted, then the mightie lordes of the earth.
Psa 48:1 Greate is ye LORDE & hyelie to be praysed, in ye cite of or God, eue vpo his holy hill.
Psa 48:2 The hill of Sion is like a fayre plate, wherof all the londe reioyseth: vpon the north syde lyeth the cite of the greate kinge.
Psa 48:3 God is well knowne in hir palaces, yt he is the defence of the same.
Psa 48:4 For lo, kynges are gathered, and gone by together.
Psa 48:5 They marveled, to se soch thinges: they were astonied, & sodely cast downe.
Psa 48:6 Feare came there vpon the, & sorowe as vpo a woman in hir trauayle.
Psa 48:7 Thou shalt breake ye shippes of the see, thorow the east wynde.
Psa 48:8 Like as we haue herde, so se we in the cite of the LORDE of hoostes, in the cite of or God: God vpholdeth the same for euer.
Psa 48:9 Sela. We wayte for thy louynge kyndnesse (o God) in the myddest of thy temple.
Psa 48:10 O God, acordinge vnto thy name, so is yi prayse vnto the worldes ende: thy right hode is full of rightuousnes.
Psa 48:11 Oh let the mout Sion reioyse, & ye doughters of Iuda be glad because of thy iudgmetes.
Psa 48:12 Walke aboute Sion, go rounde aboute her, and tell hir towres.
Psa 48:13 Marke well hir walles, set vp hir houses: that it maye be tolde them yt come after.
Psa 48:14 For this God is or God for euer & euer, and he shal allwaie be or gyde.
Psa 49:1 O heare this, all ye people: pondre it well, all ye that dwell vpo the earth.
Psa 49:2 Hye & lowe, riche & poore, one wt another.
Psa 49:3 My mouth shal speake of wysdome, and my hert shal muse of vnderstondinge.
Psa 49:4 I wil encline myne eare to the parable, & shewe my darcke speach vpon the harpe.
Psa 49:5 Wherfore shulde I feare the euell dayes, whe the wickednesse of my heles copaseth me rounde aboute?
Psa 49:6 They that put their trust in their good, & boost them selues in the multitude of their riches.
Psa 49:7 No man maye deliuer his brother, ner make agrement for him vnto God.
Psa 49:8 For it costeth more to redeme their soules, so that he must let that alone for euer.
Psa 49:9 Yee though he lyue loge, & se not ye graue.
Psa 49:10 For it shal be sene, yt soch wyse me shal dye & perishe together, as well as the ignoraunt and foolish, & leaue their goodes for other.
Psa 49:11 Loke what is in their houses, it cotinueth still: their dwellinge places endure from one generacion to another, & are called after their owne names vpon the earth,
Psa 49:12 Neuerthelesse ma abydeth not insoch honor, but is copared vnto ye brute beastes, & becometh like vnto the.
Psa 49:13 This waie of theirs is very foolishnesse, & yet their posterite prayse it wt their mouth.
Psa 49:14 Sela. They lye in the hell like shepe, death shal gnawe vpon them, & the rightuous shal haue dominacion of them in the mornynge by tymes: their stregth shal consume, & hell shalbe their dwellinge.
Psa 49:15 But God shal deliuer my soule from the power of hell, when he receaueth me.
Psa 49:16 Sela. O be not thou afrayed, whan one is made riche, & the glory of his house increased.
Psa 49:17 For he shal cary nothinge awaye wt him when he dyeth, nether shal his pompe folowe him.
Psa 49:18 Whyle he lyueth, he is counted an happie man: & so loge as he is in prosperite, me speake good of him.
Psa 49:19 But whe he foloweth his fathers generacion, he shal neuer se light eny more.
Psa 49:20 When a man is in honoure and hath no vnderstodinge, he is compared vnto the brute beastes, and becommeth like vnto them.
Psa 50:1 The LORDE euen the mightie God hath spoke, & called the worlde from the rysinge vp of the sonne vnto the goinge downe of the same.
Psa 50:2 Out of Sion apeareth the glorious beutie of God.
Psa 50:3 Oure God shal come, and not kepe sylence: there goeth before him a consumynge fyre, and a mightie tempest rounde aboute him.
Psa 50:4 He shal call the heauens from aboue, and the earth, that he maye iudge his people.
Psa 50:5 Gather my sayntes together vnto me, those yt set more by the couenaunt then by eny offeringe.
Psa 50:6 And the heauens shal declare his rightuousnesse, for God is iudge himself.
Psa 50:7 Sela. Heare, o my people: let me speake, let me testifie amonge you, o Israel: I am God, euen thy God.
Psa 50:8 I reproue the not because of thy sacrifice, yi burntofferinges are allwaye before me.
Psa 50:9 I wil take no bullockes out of thy house, ner gotes out of thy foldes.
Psa 50:10 For all the beestes of the felde are myne, and thousandes of catell vpon the hilles.
Psa 50:11 I knowe all the foules vpon the mountaynes, and the wilde beastes of the felde are in my sight.
Psa 50:12 Yf I be hongrie, I wil not tell the: for ye whole worlde is myne, and all that therin is.
Psa 50:13 Thynkest thou, that I wil eate the flesh of oxen, or drynke the bloude of goates?
Psa 50:14 Offre vnto God prayse and thankesgeuynge, and paye thy vowes vnto the most hyest.
Psa 50:15 And call vpo me in the tyme of trouble, so wil I heare the, that thou shalt thanke me.
Psa 50:16 But vnto the vngodly sayeth God: Why doest thou preach my lawes, and takest my couenaunt in thy mouth?
Psa 50:17 Where as thou hatest to be refourmed, and castest my wordes behynde the?
Psa 50:18 Yf thou seist a thefe, thou runnest with him, and art partaker with the aduouterers.
Psa 50:19 Thou lettest yi mouth speake wickednesse, & thy tonge paynteth disceate.
Psa 50:20 Thou syttest and speakest agaynst thy brother, yee and slaundrest thine owne mothers sonne.
Psa 50:21 This thou doest, whyle I holde my tonge: and thinkest me to be eue soch one as thy self: but I wil reproue the, & set my self agaynst the.
Psa 50:22 O considre this, ye that forget God: lest I plucke you awaie, and there be none to delyuer you.
Psa 50:23 Who so offreth me thakes and prayse, he honoureth me: & this is the waye, wherby I wil shewe him the sauynge health of God.
Psa 51:1 Haue mercy vpon me (o God) after thy goodnes, & acordinge vnto thy greate mercies, do awaye myne offences.
Psa 51:2 Wash me well fro my wickednesse, & clense me fro my synne.
Psa 51:3 For I knowlege my fautes, and my synne is euer before me.
Psa 51:4 Agaynst the only, agaynst the haue I synned, and done euell in thy sight: that thou mightest be iustified in thy saynges, and shuldest ouercome when thou art iudged.
Psa 51:5 Beholde, I was borne in wickednesse, and in synne hath my mother conceaued me.
Psa 51:6 But lo, thou hast a pleasure in the treuth, and hast shewed me secrete wysdome.
Psa 51:7 O reconcile me with Isope, and I shal be clene: wash thou me, and I shalbe whyter then snowe.
Psa 51:8 Oh let me heare of ioye and gladnesse, that the bones which thou hast broken, maye reioyse.
Psa 51:9 Turne thy face fro my synnes, and put out all my mysdedes.
Psa 51:10 Make me a clene hert (o God) and renue a right sprete within me.
Psa 51:11 Cast me not awaie from thy presence, and take not thy holy sprete fro me.
Psa 51:12 O geue me the comforte of thy helpe agayne, and stablish me with thy fre sprete.
Psa 51:13 Then shal I teach thy wayes vnto the wicked, that synners maye be conuerted vnto the.
Psa 51:14 Delyuer me from bloudegyltynesse o God, thou that art the God of my health, that my tonge maye prayse thy rightuousnesse.
Psa 51:15 Open my lippes (O LORDE) that my mouth maye shewe thy prayse.
Psa 51:16 For yf thou haddest pleasure in sacrifice, I wolde geue it the: but thou delytest not in burntofferynges.
Psa 51:17 The sacrifice of God is a troubled sprete, a broken and a cotrite hert (o God) shalt thou not despise.
Psa 51:18 O be fauorable and gracious vnto Sion, that the walles of Ierusalem maye be buylded.
Psa 51:19 For then shalt thou be pleased with the sacrifice of rightuousnesse, with the burntofferynges and oblacions: then shal they laye bullockes vpon thine aulter.
Psa 52:1 Why boastest thou thy self (thou Tyraunt) that thou canst do myschefe?
Psa 52:2 Where as the goodnesse of God endureth yet daylie.
Psa 52:3 Thy tonge ymagineth wickednesse, and with lyes it cutteth like a sharpe rasoure.
Psa 52:4 Thou louest vngraciousnesse more the good, to talke of lyes more then rightuousnesse.
Psa 52:5 Sela. Thou louest to speake all wordes yt maye do hurte, O thou false toge.
Psa 52:6 Therfore shal God cleane destroyethe, smyte the in peces, plucke the out of thy dwellinge, and rote the out of the londe of the lyuinge.
Psa 52:7 Sela. The rightuous shal se this, & feare, and laugh him to scorne.
Psa 52:8 Lo, this is the ma, yt toke not God for his stregth, but trusted vnto the multitude of his riches, & was mightie in his wickednesse.
Psa 52:9 As forme, I am like a grene olyue tre in ye house of God: my trust is in the tender mercy of God for euer & euer. I wil allwaye geue thankes vnto the, for that thou hast done: and wil hope in thy name, for thy sayntes like it well.
Psa 53:1 The foolish bodies saye in their hertes: Tush, there is no God. Corrupte are they, and become abhominable in their wickednesses: there is not one, that doth good.
Psa 53:2 God loked downe from heauen vpo the children of men, to se yf there were eny that wolde vnderstonde, or seke after God.
Psa 53:3 But they are all gone out of ye waye, they are all become vnprofitable: there is none yt doth good, no not one.
Psa 53:4 How ca they haue vnderstondinge, that are the workers of wickednes, eatinge vp my people as it were bred, & call not vpon God?
Psa 53:5 They are afrayed, where no feare is: for God breaketh the bones of them that besege the: thou puttest them to confucion, for God despiseth them.
Psa 53:6 Oh yt the sauynge health were geuen vnto Israel out of Sion: Oh that the LORDE wolde delyuer his people out of captiuyte. Then shulde Iacob reioyse, & Israel shulde be right glad.
Psa 54:1 Helpe me (o God) for thy names sake, and delyuer me in thy stregth.
Psa 54:2 Heare my prayer (o God) considre the wordes of my mouth.
Psa 54:3 For straungers are rysen vp agaynst me, and the mightie (which haue not God before their eyes) seke after my soule.
Psa 54:4 Sela. But lo, God is my helper: it is he that vpholdeth my soule.
Psa 54:5 He shall rewarde euell vnto myne enemies, and in thy treuth shalt thou destroye them.
Psa 54:6 A frewil offeringe wil I geue the, and prayse thy name o LORDE, because it is so comfortable.
Psa 54:7 For thou hast delyuered me out of all my trouble, so that myne eye seyth his desyre vpo myne enemies.
Psa 55:1 Heare my prayer (o God) and hyde not thy self fro my peticion. Take hede vnto me and heare me, how piteously I mourne & coplayne.
Psa 55:2 The enemie crieth so, & the vngodly commeth on so fast: for they are mynded to do me some myschefe, so maliciously are they set agaynst me.
Psa 55:3 My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
Psa 55:4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
Psa 55:5 And I sayde: O that I had wynges like a doue, that I might fle somwhere, and be at rest.
Psa 55:6 Lo, then wolde I get me awaye farre of, and remayne in the wildernesse.
Psa 55:7 Sela. I wolde make haist to escape, from the stormy wynde and tempest.
Psa 55:8 Destroie their tonges (o LORDE) and deuyde them, for I se vnrightuousnes & strife in ye cite.
Psa 55:9 This goeth daye and night aboute the walles, myschefe and vyce are in the myddest of it.
Psa 55:10 Wickednesse is therin, disceate and gyle go not out of hir stretes.
Psa 55:11 Yf it were myne enemie that reuyled me, I coude beare it: or yf one that ought me euell will dyd threaten me, I wolde hyde myself from him.
Psa 55:12 But it is thou my companyon, my gyde and myne owne familier frede.
Psa 55:13 We had swete and secrete communicacion together, and louyngly walked we together in ye house of God.
Psa 55:14 Let death come hastely vpon them, and let them go downe quick into hell, for wickednes is amonge them in their dwellinges.
Psa 55:15 As for me, I will call vnto God, and the LORDE shall helpe me.
Psa 55:16 In the eueninge, mornynge and at noone daye wil I mourne and complayne: and he shal heare my voyce.
Psa 55:17 It is he that delyuereth my soule in peace, from them that laye waite for me: for they are many agaynst me.
Psa 55:18 Yee euen God that endureth for euer, shal heare me, and brynge them downe. Sela. For they wil not turne: and why? they feare not God.
Psa 55:19 Yee they laye hondes vpon soch as be at peace with him, and so thei breake his couenaunt.
Psa 55:20 Their mouthes are softer then butter, & yet haue they batell in their mynde: their wordes are smoother then oyle, and yet be they very swerdes.
Psa 55:21 O cast thy burthen (or care) vpon the LORDE, he shal norish the, and not leaue the rightuous in vnquietnesse.
Psa 55:22 But as for them, thou (o God) shalt cast them downe in to the pitte of destruccion.
Psa 55:23 The bloudthurstie and disceatfull shal not lyue out half their daies. Neuerthelesse my trust is in the.
Psa 56:1 Be mercifull vnto me (o God) for men wil treade me downe: they are daylie fightinge & troublinge me.
Psa 56:2 Myne enemies treade me daylie vnder their fete, for they be many, yt proudly fight agaynst me.
Psa 56:3 Neuerthelesse, whe I am afrayed, I put my trust in the.
Psa 56:4 I wil comforte my self in Gods worde, yee I wil hope in God, and not feare: What can flesh then do vnto me?
Psa 56:5 They vexe me daylie in my wordes: all yt they ymagin, is to do me euell.
Psa 56:6 They holde alltogether, & kepe them selues close: they marck my steppes, how they maye catch my soule.
Psa 56:7 But in vayne, for it shal escape the: and why? thou (o God) in thy displeasure shalt cast downe soch people.
Psa 56:8 Thou tellest my flittinges, thou puttest my teares in thy botell, and nombrest them.
Psa 56:9 When so euer I call vpon the, myne enemies are put to flight: wherby I knowe, that thou art my God.
Psa 56:10 In Gods worde wil I reioyse, in the LORDES worde wil I comforte me.
Psa 56:11 Yee in God do I trust, & am not afraied: what ca man the do vnto me?
Psa 56:12 Vnto the (o God) wil I paye my vowes, vnto ye wil I geue thakes & prayse.
Psa 56:13 For thou hast delyuered my soule fro death, & my fete fro fallinge, yt I maye walke before God in ye light of ye lyuynge.
Psa 57:1 Be mercifull vnto me (o God) be mercifull vnto me, for my soule trusteth in ye: & vnder the shadowe of thy wynges shalbe my refuge, vntill wickednesse be ouerpast.
Psa 57:2 I call vnto God ye most hyest, eue ye God yt shal helpe me vp agayne.
Psa 57:3 He shal sende fro heauen, & saue me fro the reprofe of him that wolde swalowe me vp.
Psa 57:4 Sela. This shal God sende, for his mercy and faithfulnesse sake. I lye with my soule amonge the cruell lyons:
Psa 57:5 euen amonge the children of men, whose tethe are speares and arowes, and their tonge a sharpe swerde.
Psa 57:6 Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
Psa 57:7 They haue layed a nett for my fete, & pressed downe my soule: they haue dygged a pyt before me, and are fallen in to it them selues.
Psa 57:8 Sela. My hert is ready (o God) my hert is ready, to synge and geue prayse.
Psa 57:9 Awake (o my glory) awake lute and harpe, I my self wil awake right early.
Psa 57:10 I wil geue thakes vnto the (o LORDE) amonge the people, I wil synge prayses vnto the amonge the Heithe.
Psa 57:11 For ye greatnes of thy mercy reacheth vnto the heauens, and thy faithfulnesse vnto the cloudes. Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, & thy glory aboue all ye earth.
Psa 58:1 Yf youre myndes be vpon rightuousnesse in dede, then iudge the thinge that is right, o ye sonnes of men.
Psa 58:2 But ye ymagin myschefe in youre hertes, and youre hondes deale with wickednesse.
Psa 58:3 The vngodly are frowarde, eue from their mothers wombe: as soone as they be borne, they go astraie & speake lyes.
Psa 58:4 They are as furious as the serpent, euen like the deaf Adder that stoppeth hir eares.
Psa 58:5 That she shulde not heare the voyce of the charmer, charme he neuer so wysely.
Psa 58:6 Breake their teth (o God) in their mouthes, smyte the chaft bones of the lyons whelpes in sonder, o LORDE.
Psa 58:7 That they maye fall awaye, like water yt runneth a pace: and that when they shote their arowes, they maye be broke.
Psa 58:8 Let the cosume awaye like a snale, & like the vntymely frute of a woman, and let them not se the Sonne.
Psa 58:9 Or euer youre thornes be sharpe, the wrath shal take them awaye quycke, like a stormy wynde.
Psa 58:10 The rightuous shal reioyse when he seyth the vengeaunce, and shal wash his fete in the bloude of the vngodly.
Psa 58:11 So that men shal saye: verely, there is a rewarde for ye rightuous: doutles, there is a God that iudgeth the earth.
Psa 59:1 Delyuer me fro myne enemies (o my God) & defende me fro the yt ryse vp agaynst me.
Psa 59:2 O delyuer me fro the wicked doers, & saue me fro the bloudthurstie me.
Psa 59:3 For lo, they lye waytinge for my soule: ye mightie me are gathered together against me, wt out eny offence or faute of me, o LORDE.
Psa 59:4 They rune & prepare the selues, wt out my faute: Arise, come thou helpe me, & beholde.
Psa 59:5 Stode vp o LORDE God of hoostes, thou God of Israel, to vyset all Heithen: be not mercifull vnto the yt offende of malicious wickednesse.
Psa 59:6 Sela. Let the go to & fro, & runne aboute the cite youlinge like dogges.
Psa 59:7 Beholde, they speake (agaynst me) wt their mouth, swerdes are vnder their lippes, for who reproueth the?
Psa 59:8 But thou (o LORDE) shalt haue them in derision, thou shalt laugh all Heithe to scorne.
Psa 59:9 My stregth do I ascrybe vnto the, for thou (o God) art my defender.
Psa 59:10 God sheweth me his goodnesse plenteously, God letteth me se my desyre vpo myne enemies.
Psa 59:11 Slaye the not, lest my people forget it: but scatre the abrode with thy power & put the downe, o LORDE oure defence.
Psa 59:12 For ye synne of their mouth, for the wordes of their lippes, & because of their pryde, let the be taken: & why? their preachinge is of cursynge & lyes.
Psa 59:13 Cosume them in yi wrath, cosume the yt they maye perish, & knowe yt it is God, which ruleth in Iacob and in all the worlde.
Psa 59:14 Sela. Let the go to & fro, & rune aboute the cite, youlinge like dogges.
Psa 59:15 Let the runne here & there for meate, and grudge when they haue not ynough.
Psa 59:16 As for me, I wil synge of thy power, ad prayse thy mercy betymes in the mornynge: for thou art my defence and refuge in the tyme of my trouble.
Psa 59:17 Vnto the (o my strength) wil I synge, for thou (o God) art my defence, and my merciful God.
Psa 60:1 O God, thou yt hast cast vs out and scatred vs abrode, thou yt hast bene so sore displeased at vs, coforte vs agayne.
Psa 60:2 Thou yt hast remoued the lode & deuyded it, heale the sores therof, for it shaketh.
Psa 60:3 Thou hast shewed thy people heuy thinges, thou hast geuen vs a drynke off wyne, yt we slobre withall.
Psa 60:4 Yet hast thou geue a toke for soch as feare the, yt they maye cast it vp in ye treuth.
Psa 60:5 Sela. That thy beloued might be delyuered, helpe them with thy right hande, and heare me.
Psa 60:6 God hath spoke in his Sactuary (which thinge reioyseth me) I wil deuyde Siche, & mete out the valley of Suchoth
Psa 60:7 Galaad is myne, Manasses is myne, Ephraim is the strength of my heade, Iuda is my captayne.
Psa 60:8 Moab is my washpotte, ouer Edom wil I stretch out my shue, Philistea shal be glad of me.
Psa 60:9 Who will lede me in to the stronge cite? Who will bringe me in to Edom?
Psa 60:10 Shalt not thou do it, o God, thou yt hast cast vs out: thou God, yt wentest not out wt or hoostes?
Psa 60:11 O be thou oure helpe in trouble, for vayne is the helpe of man.
Psa 60:12 Thorow God we shal do greate actes, for it is he that shal treade downe oure enemies.
Psa 61:1 Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
Psa 61:2 From the endes of ye earth wil I call vnto the, whe my herte is in trouble:
Psa 61:3 Oh set me vp vpo an hye rocke. For thou art my hope, a stronge tower for me agaynst the enemie.
Psa 61:4 I will dwell in thy tabernacle for euer, that I maye be safe vnder the couerynge of thy wynges.
Psa 61:5 Sela. For thou (o LORDE) hast herde my desyres, thou hast geuen an heretage vnto those that feare thy name.
Psa 61:6 Thou shalt graunte the kynge a loge life, that his yeares maye endure thorow out all generacions.
Psa 61:7 That he maye dwell before God for euer: Oh let thy louynge mercy & faithfulnes preserue him.
Psa 61:8 So wil I allwaye synge prayses vnto thy name, yt I maye daylie perfourme my vowes.
Psa 62:1 My soule wayteth only vpon God, for of him commeth my helpe.
Psa 62:2 He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence, so yt I shal not greatly fall.
Psa 62:3 How longe wil ye ymagin myschefe agaynst euery man? ye shal be slayne all ye sorte of you: yee as a tottringe wall shal ye be, & like a broken hedge.
Psa 62:4 Their deuyce is only how to put him out, their delyte is i lyes: they geue good wordes wt their mouth but curse wt their herte.
Psa 62:5 Sela. Neuertheles, my soule abydeth only vpon God, for he is my God.
Psa 62:6 He only is my stregth, my saluacion, my defence: so yt I shal not fall.
Psa 62:7 In God is my health, my glory, my might, & in God is my trust.
Psa 62:8 Oput yor trust in him allwaye (ye people) poure out yor hertes before him, for God is oure hope.
Psa 62:9 Sela. As for men, they are but vayne, me are disceatfull: vpo the weightes they are al together lighter then vanite itself.
Psa 62:10 O trust not in wronge & robbery, geue not yor selues vnto vanite: yf riches increase, set not yor herte vpon them.
Psa 62:11 God spake once a worde, twyse haue I herde the same: that power belongeth vnto God.
Psa 62:12 That thou LORDE art mercifull, & that thou rewardest euery man acordinge to his workes.
Psa 63:1 O God, thou art my God: early wil I seke the.
Psa 63:2 My soule thursteth for the, my flesh longeth after the in a bare & drie lode, where no water is.
Psa 63:3 Thus do I loke for the in thy Sactuary, that I might beholde yi power & glory.
Psa 63:4 For thy louynge kyndnesse is better then life, my lyppes shal prayse the.
Psa 63:5 As loge as I liue wil I magnifie the, & lift vp my hondes in thy name.
Psa 63:6 My soule is satisfied eue as it were with marry & fatnesse, when my mouth prayseth the with ioyfull lippes.
Psa 63:7 In my bedde wil I remembre ye, & whe I wake, my talkynge shalbe of the.
Psa 63:8 For thou hast bene my helper, & vnder the shadowe of yi wynges wil I reioyse.
Psa 63:9 My soule hangeth vpon the, thy right honde vpholdeth me.
Psa 63:10 They seke after my soule, but in vayne, for they shal go vnder the earth.
Psa 63:11 They shal fall in to the swerde, & be a porcio for foxes. But ye kynge shal reioyse in God: all they that sweare by hym, shal be commeded, for the mouth of lyers shalbe stopped.
Psa 64:1 Heare my voyce (o God) in my coplaynte, preserue my life fro feare of ye enemie.
Psa 64:2 Hyde me from the gatheringe together of ye frowarde, fro ye heape of wicked doers.
Psa 64:3 Which whette their tuges like a swerde, & shute wt their venimous wordes like as wt arowes.
Psa 64:4 That they maye preuely hurte ye innocet, & sodely to hit him wt out eny feare.
Psa 64:5 They haue deuysed myschefe, and commoned amonge them selues, how they maye laye snares: tush (saye they) who shall se them?
Psa 64:6 They ymagin wickednesse, and kepe it secrete amonge them selues, euery man in ye depe of his herte.
Psa 64:7 But God shall sodenly shute with an arowe, yt they shall be wounded.
Psa 64:8 Yee their owne tunges shall make them fall, In so moch that who so seyth the, shal laugh the to scorne.
Psa 64:9 And all men that se it, shal saye: this hath God done for they shal perceaue, yt it is his worke.
Psa 64:10 The rightuous shal reioyse in the LORDE, and put his trust in him: and all they yt are true off herte, shalbe glad therof.
Psa 65:1 Thou (o God) art praysed in Sion, and vnto the is the vowe perfourmed.
Psa 65:2 Thou hearest the prayer, therfore cometh all flesh vnto the.
Psa 65:3 Oure mysdedes preuayle agaynst vs, oh be thou mercyfull vnto oure synnes.
Psa 65:4 Blessed is the man who thou chosest and receauest vnto the, that he maye dwell in thy courte: he shall be satisfied with the pleasures of thy house, euen off thy holy temple.
Psa 65:5 Heare vs acordinge vnto thy woderfull rightuousnesse, o God oure saluacio: thou that art the hope of all the endes of ye earth, and off the brode see.
Psa 65:6 Which in his strength setteth fast the moutaynes, & is gyrded aboute with power.
Psa 65:7 Which stilleth ye ragige of the see, the roaringe off his wawes, and the woodnes of the people.
Psa 65:8 They that dwell in ye vttemost partes are afrayed at thy tokens, thou makest both the mornynge and euenynge starres to prayse ye.
Psa 65:9 Thou visetest the earth, thou watrest it, and makest it very plenteous.
Psa 65:10 The ryuer of God is full of waters, thou preparest man his corne, ad thus thou prouydest for the earth.
Psa 65:11 Thou watrest hir forowes, thou breakest the harde clottes therof, thou makest it soft with ye droppes of rayne, and blessest the increase of it.
Psa 65:12 Thou crownest the yeare with thy good, and thy fotesteppes droppe fatnesse.
Psa 65:13 The dwellinges of the wildernes are fatt also, yt they droppe withall, & the litle hilles are pleasaunt on euery syde. The foldes are full of shepe, the valleys stonde so thicke with corne yt they laugh and synge.
Psa 66:1 O be ioyfull in God (all ye lodes) synge prayses vnto the honor of his name make his prayse to be glorious.
Psa 66:2 Saye vnto God: O how wonderfull are thy workes? thorow the greatnesse of thy power shal thine enemies be confouded.
Psa 66:3 O yt all the worlde wolde worshipe the, synge of the and prayse thy name.
Psa 66:4 Sela. O come hither and beholde the workes of God, which is so wonderfull in his doinges amonge the children of men.
Psa 66:5 He turned the see in to drye lode, so that they wente thorow the water on fote: therfore wil we reioyse in him.
Psa 66:6 He ruleth with his power for euer, his eyes beholde the people: the rennagates shal not be able to exalte them selues.
Psa 66:7 Sela. O magnifie or God (ye people) make ye voyce off his prayse to be herde.
Psa 66:8 Which holdeth or soule in life, and suffreth not oure fete to slippe.
Psa 66:9 For thou (o God) hast proued vs, thou hast tried vs like as syluer is tried.
Psa 66:10 Thou hast brought vs in to captiuyte, and layed trouble vpon or loynes.
Psa 66:11 Thou hast suffred men to ryde ouer or heades,
Psa 66:12 we wete thorow fyre and water, butt thou hast brought vs out, and refreshed vs.
Psa 66:13 Therfore will I go into thy house wt bretofferinges, to paye the my vowes,
Psa 66:14 which I promised wt my lippes, and spake with my mouth, when I was in trouble.
Psa 66:15 I wil offre vnto the fatte brentsacrifices with the smoke of rames, I will offre bullockes and goates.
Psa 66:16 Sela. O come hither and herke (all ye that feare God) I wil tell you, what he hath done for my soule.
Psa 66:17 I called vnto hi wt my mouth and gaue him prayses with my tuge.
Psa 66:18 (Yff I enclyne vnto wickednes with my herte, ye LORDE wil not heare me.)
Psa 66:19 Therfore God hath herde me, ad considred the voyce off my prayer.
Psa 66:20 Praysed be God, which hath not cast out my prayer, ner turned his mercy fro me.
Psa 67:1 God be mercifull vnto vs, blesse vs, & shewe the light off his countenauce apon vs.
Psa 67:2 Sela. That we maye knowe yi waye vpo earth, yi sauynge health amonge all Heithen.
Psa 67:3 Let the people prayse the (o God) yee let all people prayse the.
Psa 67:4 O let the people reioyse and be glad, that thou iudgest the folke rightuously, and gouernest the nacions vpo earth.
Psa 67:5 Let the people prayse the (o God) let all people prayse the.
Psa 67:6 God (euen oure owne God) geue vs his blessinge, that the earth maye bringe forth hir increase
Psa 67:7 God blesse vs, and let all the endes of ye worlde feare him.
Psa 68:1 Let God aryse, so shal his enemies be scatered, and they that hate him, shal fle before him.
Psa 68:2 Like as the smoke vanisheth, so shalt thou dryue them awaye: and like as waxe melteth at the fyre, so shall the vngodly perish at the presence off God.
Psa 68:3 But the rightuous shal be glad & reioyse before God, they shalbe mery & ioyful.
Psa 68:4 Oh synge vnto God, synge prayses vnto his name: magnifie him yt rydeth aboue the heaues (whose name is ye LORDE) & reioyse before hi.
Psa 68:5 He is a father of ye fatherlesse, he is a defender of widdowes: eue God in his holy habitacio.
Psa 68:6 He is the God yt maketh me to be of one mynde in a house, & bryngeth ye presoners out of captiuite in due season, but letteth ye rennagates cotinue in scarcenesse.
Psa 68:7 O God, when thou wetest forth before yi people, whe thou wetest thorow ye wildernes.
Psa 68:8 Sela. The earth shoke, & ye heauens dropped at the presence of God in Sinai, at ye presence of God which is ye God of Israel.
Psa 68:9 Thou o God sendest a gracious rayne vpon thyne enheritauce, & refreshest it, when it is drye.
Psa 68:10 That thy beastes maye dwell therin, which thou of thy goodnes hast prepared for the poore.
Psa 68:11 The LORDE shal geue the worde, wt greate hoostes of Euagelistes.
Psa 68:12 Kinges wt their armies shal fle, & they of ye housholde shal deuyde ye spoyle.
Psa 68:13 Yf so be yt ye lye amoge the pales, the doues fethers shalbe couered with syluer, & hir winges of the color of golde.
Psa 68:14 When the Allmightie setteth kynges vpo the earth, it shalbe cleare euen in the darcknesse.
Psa 68:15 The hill of Basan is Gods hill, the hill of Basan is a pleteous hill.
Psa 68:16 Why hoppe ye so, ye greate hilles? It pleaseth God to dwell vpo this hill, yee the LORDE wil abyde in it for euer.
Psa 68:17 The charettes of God are many M. tymes a thousande, the LORDE is amoge them in the holy Sinai.
Psa 68:18 Thou art gone vp an hye, thou hast led captyuite captyue, & receaued giftes for me: Yee euen for thy enemies, that they might dwell with the LORDE God.
Psa 68:19 Praysed be the LORDE daylie, eue ye God which helpeth vs, & poureth his benefites vpo vs.
Psa 68:20 Sela. The God yt is or Sauior, eue God the LORDE by who we escape death.
Psa 68:21 The God that smyteth his enemies vpo the heades & vpon the hayrie scalpes: soch as go on still in their wikednes.
Psa 68:22 The LORDE hath sayde: some wil I bringe agayne from Basan, some wil I bringe agayne fro the depe of the see.
Psa 68:23 That thy fote maye be dipped in the bloude of thine enemies, & that thy dogges maye licke it vp.
Psa 68:24 It is well sene (o God how thou goest, how thou my God and kynge goest in the Sanctuary.
Psa 68:25 The syngers go before, and then the mynstrells amonge the maydens with the tymbrels.
Psa 68:26 O geue thankes vnto God the LORDE in the congregacion, for the welles of Israel.
Psa 68:27 There litle Beniamin, the prynces of Iuda, the prynces of Zabulo, and the prynces of Nephthali beare rule amoge them.
Psa 68:28 Thy God hath comitted stregth vnto the, stablish the thinge (o God) that thou hast wrought in vs.
Psa 68:29 For thy teples sake at Ierusalem shal kynges brynge presentes vnto the.
Psa 68:30 Reproue the beestes amonge the redes, the heape of bulles with the calues: those that dryue for money. Oh scatre the people that delyte in batayle.
Psa 68:31 The prynces shal come out of Egipte, the Morians lode shal stretch out hir hondes vnto God.
Psa 68:32 Synge vnto God, o ye kyngdomes of the earth: o synge prayses vnto the LORDE.
Psa 68:33 Sela. Which sytteth in the heauens ouer all fro the begynnge: Lo, he shal sende out his voyce, yee and that a mightie voyce.
Psa 68:34 Ascrybe ye the power vnto God, his glory is in Israel, and his might in the cloudes.
Psa 68:35 God is wonderfull in his Sanctuary, he is the God of Israel, he will geue strength and power vnto his people. Blessed be God.
Psa 69:1 Helpe me (o God) for the waters are come in eue vnto my soule.
Psa 69:2 I sticke fast in the depe myre, where no grounde is: I am come into depe waters, and the floudes wil drowne me.
Psa 69:3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
Psa 69:4 They yt hate me without a cause, are mo then the hayres of my heade: they that are myne enemies & wolde destroye me giltlesse, are mightie:
Psa 69:5 I am fayne to paye the thinges yt I neuer toke. God, thou knowest my symplenesse, and my fautes are not hyd from the.
Psa 69:6 Let not them that trust in the (o LORDE God of hoostes) be ashamed for my cause: let not those yt seke the, be confounded thorow me, o God of Israel.
Psa 69:7 And why? for thy sake do I suffre reprofe, shame couereth my face.
Psa 69:8 I am become a straunger vnto my brethren, and an aleaunt vnto my mothers children.
Psa 69:9 For the zele of thine house hath euen eaten me, and the rebukes of them that rebuked the, is fallen vpon me.
Psa 69:10 I wepte and chastened my self wt fastinge, and that was turned to my reprofe.
Psa 69:11 I put on a sackecloth, and therfore they iested vpon me.
Psa 69:12 They that satt in the gate, spake agaynst me, and the dronckardes made songes vpon me.
Psa 69:13 But LORDE, I made my prayer vnto the in an acceptable tyme:
Psa 69:14 Heare me (o God) with thy greate mercy & sure helpe.
Psa 69:15 Take me out of the myre, yt I syncke not: Oh let me be delyuered fro the yt hate me, & out of ye dep
