¶ A prayer of the Prophete Aba••ue for the ignoraunt.
CAPI. III.
O Lord, whē I herde speke of the I was [unspec A] afrayed. The worke y• thou hast taken in hāde, shalte yu perfourme in his tyme, O Lord & when thy tyme cōmeth, yu shalt decla¦re it. In thy very wrath yu thynckest vpon mercy. God commeth from Theman, & the holy one frō the mount of Phatan. Selah.
His glory couereth the heuens, & the earth is ful of his prayse. His shine is as the sōne, & beames of lyght go out of his hādes / there is power hyd. Destruccion goeth before hī / and burnyng cressettes go frō his fete. * 1.1 He [unspec B] standeth, and measureth the earth. He loketh and the people cōsume away / the moūtaines of the worlde fal downe to poulder, and the hylles are fayne to bowe them selues, for his goinges are euerlastynge and sure.
I sawe, ye the pauilyons of the Morians and the tētes of the lāde of Madiā were vexed for werynesse. Wast yu not angry, O Lord, in the waters? was not thy wrath in the stoudes and thy displeasure in the see? yes, whē thou fattest vpon thyne horse, and when thy cha∣re••t{is} had the victory. Thou shewest thy how openly / lyke as y• haddest promysed with an othe * 1.2 vnto the trybes. Selah.
Thou dydst deuyde y• waters of y• earth. When the mountaynes sawe the / they were afrayed, the water streame went away: the depe made a noyse at the lyftyng vp of thyn [unspec C] hande. * 1.3 The Sūne and Moue remayned styl in their habitacion. Thine arowes went out glisteryng, and thy speares as the shyne of the lyghtnyng. * 1.4 Thou trodest downe the lande in thyne angre, and dydest thressh the Heathen in thy displeasure. Thou camest forth to helpe thy people, to helpe anoī¦ted. Thou smotest downe the heade of the house of the vngodly, & discoueredst hys foū¦daciōs, euen vnto the necke of hym. Selah.
Thou cursest his septers / the Captayne of his mē of warre: whych come as a stormy wynde to scatre me abrode, & are glad when they may eat vp the pore secretly. Thou ma∣kest away for thyne horses in the see, euen in the mudde of great waters. When I heare this, my body is vexed, my lyppes trible at the voyce therof, my bones corrupte, I am afrayed where I stāde, O that I myght rest in the daye of trouble, that I myght go vp vnto our people, which are alredy prepared
For the fyg trees shal not be grene, & the vynes shall beare no frute. The labour of y• olyue shalbe 〈◊〉〈◊〉 lost, & the lande shall bring no corne: th•• ••hepe shalbe taken out of y• fold and there shalbe no catel in the stalles. But as for me / I wyll be glad in the Lorde, and wyl reioyce in God my sauiour. * 1.5 The Lord God is my strength, he shall make my fete as the fete of hertes: & he whiche geueth the vyctory, shal bryng me to my hye places syn gyng vpon my psalmes.