¶ The. l. Psalme.
¶ A Psalme of Asaph.
The Lorde euen the most myghtie God hathe spoken, and called the worlde from the rysynge vp of the sonne vnto the [unspec A] goynge downe therof. * 1.1 Out of Syon* 1.2 hathe God apeared in perfecte bewtye.
Oure God shall come, and shall not kepe sylence: there shall go before hym a cō∣sumynge fyre, and a myghtye tempest shal be stered vp rounde aboute hym.
He shall call the heauen from aboue, and the earth, that he maye iudge hys people.
Gather my saynctes togeyther vnto me, those that haue made a couenaunt with me, with sacrifyce. And the heauens shal [unspec B] declare hys ryghtuousnesse, for God is iud∣ge hym selfe. Sela Heare, O my peo∣ple: and I wyll speake, I my selfe wyll te∣stifye agaynste the, O Israell. For I am God, euen thy God. I wy. ••at reproue the because of thy sacrifices, or for thy burnt offerynges, because they were nat all way before me. ‡ 1.3 I wyl take no bullocke out of thy house / nor he Goates out of thy fol∣des. For all the beastes of the Forest are myne, and so are the cattell vpon a thou∣sande hylles. I knowe all the foules v∣pon the mountaynes, and the wylde beastes of the felde are in my syght. If I be hon∣grye I wyll nat tell the: for ‡ 1.4 the whole worlde is myne, and all y• therin is. Thyn∣keste thou, that I wyll eate bulles flesshe and drincke the bloude of goates? Offre [unspec C] vnto God thankes geuynge, and paye thy vowes vnto the moste hyghest. And ‡ 1.5 cal vppon me in the tyme of trouble, so wyll I heare the, and thou shalte prayse me.
But vnto the vngodly sayde God. Why doest thou preache my lawes, and takest my couenaunt in thy mouth? Where as thou hatest to be refourmed: & haste cast my wor∣des behynde the? Whā thou sawest a thefe thou consentedest vnto hym, and haste bene partaker with the aduouterers. Thou hast let thy mouth speake wickednesse, and with [unspec D] thy tong thou hast set forth disceyt. Thou sattest and spakest agaynst thy brother, yee & hast sclaūdred thine owne mothers sonne.
These thinges haste thou done, & I helde my tonge & y• thoughtest {fleur-de-lys} (wickedly) that I am euē such a one as thy selfe: but I wyl re proue the, & set before the, the thynges that thou hast done. O consydre this, ye y• for∣get God: lest I plucke you away, and there be none to delyuer you. Who so offreth me thākes and praise, he honoureth me: and to him y• ordreth his conuersacion right, wyll I shewe the saluacyon of God.