¶ The. xliiij. Psalme.
¶ To the chaunter an instruccyon of the sonnes of Lo••ah.
WE haue herde wt oure eares (O God( oure fathers haue tolde vs: what y• haste done in theyr tyme of olde. Howe thou [unspec A] hast driuen out the Heithen with thy hande, and planted them in: howe thou haste di∣stroyed the nacyons, and cast them out, For they gat nat the lande in possessyon thorowe theyr owne swerde, nether was it theyr owne arme that helped them. But thy ryghte hande, and thyne arme, and the lyghte of thy countenaunce, because thou haddest a fauoure vnto them. Thou arte my kyng (O God) sende helpe vnto Iacob.
Thorowe thy, wyll we ouerthrowe oure enemyes, and in thy name wyl we tread thē vnder that ryse vp against vs. For I wyll nat trust i my bowe, it is not my swerde that [unspec B] that shall saue me. But it is thou that sa∣uest vs from oure enemyes, and puttest thē to confusion that hate vs. We make our boste of God all the daye longe, & wil praise thy name for euer. Sela. But nowe thou arte farre of, and putteste vs to confusion, and goest not for the with our armyes.
Thou makest vs to turne our backes frō our enemies, and they which hate vs, spoile our goodes. Thou lettest vs be eaten vp lyke shepe, and haste scatered vs among the [unspec C] Heithē. Thou sellest thy people for nought and takest no money for them. Thou ma¦kest vs to be rebuked of our neyghbours, to be laughed to scorne and had in division, of them that are rounde about vs. Thou makest vs to be a by worde amonge the hei∣then, and that the people shake their heades at vs. My confusion is daylye before me, & the shame of my face hath couered me, For the voyce of the sclaūderer and blasphemer for the enemye and auenger. And thoughe all this be come vpon vs, yet do we not for¦gette the, nor behaue our selues frowardly in thy couenaunt. Our herte is not tur∣ned backe neyther our steppes gone out of thy waye. No nat whan thou haste snuttē [unspec D] vs into the place of dragons, and, coue∣red vs with the shadowe of deathe. If we haue forgotten the name of oure God, and holden vp our hādes to any straunge God.
Shal nat God search it out? for he knoweth the very secretes of the herte. For thy sake also are we kylled all the daye longe, & are coūted as shepe apointed to be slayne.
Up Lorde why slepest thou? Awake, and be nat absent from vs for euer. Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and forgettest our my∣sery and oure trouble? For out soule is brought lowe euen vnto the dust: our belye cieueth vnto the grounde. Aryse and helpe vs, and delyuer vs for thy mercy sake.