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.

¶ Miserere. Psalme. lvii.. I. H

¶ Dauid being in the deserte of Ziph where the in habitauntes did be∣traye hym, and at length in the same Caue with Sauil. Calleth most earnestly vnto God with full confidence, that he will perform his pro¦mis and take his cause in hand: Also that he wil shew his glory in the Heauens and the earthe agaynst hys cruell enemyes: Therfore doth he render laude and prayse.

TAke pitie for thy promise sake, haue mercy Lorde on me: For why my soule doth her betake, * 1.1 vnto the helpe of thee. [verse 2] Within the shadow of thy winges, I set my selfe full fast: Till mischief, malice, and lyke thyngs, be gon and ouer paste.

[verse 3] I call vpon the God moste hye, to whom I sticke and stand.

I meane the God that will stand by, the cause I haue in hand. [verse 4] From heauen he hath sent hys ayde, to saue me from theyr spighte: That to deuoure me haue assayed, his mercy truth and myght.

[verse 5] I leade my lyfe with Lyons fell, all set on wrath and ire: And with such wicked men I dwell, that freate lyke flambes offyre. [verse 6] Theyr teeth are speares & arrowes lōg as sharpe as I haue seene: They wound & cut, with theyr quick toūg like swerdes and weapons kene,

[verse 7] Set vp and shew thy selfe O God, aboue the heauens bryght: Exalt thy prayse on earth abrode, thy maiestie and myghte. [verse 8] They lay theyr net and doo prepare, a priuie caue and pitte: Wherin they thinke my soule to snare, but they are fallen in it.

[verse 9] My harte is set to laude the Lorde, in hym to ioye alwayes. My hart I say doth well accorde, to syng hys laude and prayse. [verse 10] Awake my ioy, awake I saye, my lute, my harpe and strynge: For I my sealf before the daye, will rise, reioyre and syng

[verse 11] Amonge the people I will tell, the goodnes of my God: And shew hys prayse that doeth excell, in Heathen landes abrode. [verse 12] His mercy doeth extend as farre, as heauens all are hie: His truthe is highe as any starre, that standeth in the skye,

[verse 13] Set fourth and shew thy self O God, aboue the heauens bryghte: Extoll thy prase on earthe abrode, thy maiestie and might.

Notes

• * 1.1

  Sing this as the. ill. psal.