The whole booke of Psalmes collected into Englysh metre by T. Starnhold, I. Hopkins, & others, conferred with the Ebrue, with apt notes to synge the[m] with al ; faithfully perused and alowed according to thordre appointed in the Quenes Maiesties iniunctions ; very mete to be vsed of all sortes of people priuately for their solace & comfort, laying apart all vngodly songes and ballades, which tende only to the norishing of vyce, and corrupting of youth.

¶ Domine probasti. Psalme. cxxxix. N.

☞ Dauid to clense his harte from all hipocrisie sheweth that there is nothing so hye. whiche God seyth not, whiche he confirmeth by the creation of man. After declaryng his zeale and feare of God, he pro∣testeth to be enemy to all them that contem God.

O Lorde, thou hast me tryed and knowne, my sitting doste thou knew: And tysing eke, my thoughts a farre, thou vnderstandst also, My pathes, yea and my lying downe, thou compassest alwayes, And by familiar custome art,

acquaynted with my wayes.

No word is in my tong, O lorde, but knowne it is to thee, Thou me behinde holdst and before, thou layst thy hand on me. To wonderfull aboue my reache, Lorde is thy cunning skill: it is so hie that I the same, can not atteyne vntill.

From sight of thy all seeyng sprite, Lorde whether shall I goo? Or whether shall I flee away, thy presence to scape froe? To heauen if I mount aloft, loe thou art present there: In hell if I lye downe by lowe, euen there thou dost appeare.

Yea let me take the mornings winges, and let me goo and hide: Euen there where ar the farthest partes where flowing sea doth slide. Yea euen thether also shall, thy reaching hand me guide: And thy ryght hand shall holde me fast, and make me to abide.

yea if I say the darknes shall, yet shrowde me from thy sight: Loe euen also the darkest night, about me shalbe light. yea darknes hideth not from thee, but night doth shine as day: To thee the darknes and the light,

are bothe alike alway,

For thou possessed hast my reynes, and thou hast couerd me: When I within my mothers wombe, enclosed was by thee. Thee will I prayse, made fearfully, and wondrously I am: Thy works are maruellous, right well my soule doth knowe the same.

My bones, they are not hid from thee, although in secret place: I haue ben made and in the earth, beneth I shapen was. When I was formeles, then thyne eye, saw me far in thy boke: Were written all (nought was before) that after fashion toke.

The thoughtes therfore of thee (O God) bow dere are they to me? And of them all how passing great, the endles nombers be? If I should compt them, loe their summe more then the sand I see: And whensoeuer I awake, yet am I still with thee.

The wicked and the blody men, of that thou woldest slaye: Euen those O God to whom, depart, depart from me, I say. Euen those of thee O lord my God, that speake full wickedlye:

These that are lifted vp in vayne, beyng enemies to thee.

Hate I not them that hate thee Lord? and not in earnest wise: Contende I Lorde against them all, against thee that arise? I hate them with vnfayned hate, euen as my vtter foes Trye me O God, and know my hart, my thoughtes proue and disclose.

Consider Lorde if wickednes, in me there any be: And in the way, O God my guide, for euer leade thou me.