Biblia the Byble, that is, the holy Scrypture of the Olde and New Testament, faithfully translated in to Englyshe.
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Biblia the Byble, that is, the holy Scrypture of the Olde and New Testament, faithfully translated in to Englyshe.
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[Southwark?,: J. Nycolson],
M.D.XXXV [1535]
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"Biblia the Byble, that is, the holy Scrypture of the Olde and New Testament, faithfully translated in to Englyshe." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A10349.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed April 30, 2024.
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The CXL. A psalme of Dauid.
LORDE, I call vpon the: haist the vn∣to [ A] me, and consider my voyce, whē I crie vnto the. Let my prayer be set forth in thy sight as the incēse, and let the lif∣tinge vp of my hādes be an euenynge sacrifi¦ce. Set a watch (o LORDE) before my mouth, yee a watch at the dore of my lippes. O let not myne hert be enclyned to eny euell thī¦ge, to be mynded as the vngodly or wicked men, lest I eate of soch thinges as please thē
Let the rightuous (rather) smyte me frend¦ly, and reproue me: so wil I take it, as though he had poured oyle vpō my heade: it shal not hurte my heade, yee I wil praye yet for the•• wickednesse. Their iudges stōble at the sto¦ne, yet heare they my wordes, yt they be ioy∣full. Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde. But myne eyes loke vnto ye, o LORDE God: in the is my trust, oh cast not out my soule. Kepe me frō ye snare which
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〈…〉〈…〉 me, and frō the trappes 〈…〉〈…〉. Let the vngodly fall 〈…〉〈…〉 nettes together, vntill I be 〈…〉〈…〉 them.