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.

¶ In te domine speraui. Psalm. lxxi. I H.

¶ He prayeth in sayth establyshed by the worde of the promise, and con∣firmed by the worke of God from his youth he desireth now to be de¦liuered from the wicked and cruell man (meanyng) his sonne Absolō, and his confederacy, and he promiseth to be mindefull and thankefull for the same.

MY Lorde, my God in all distres, my hope is whole in thee: * 1.1 Then let no shame my soule oppres, nor once take holde on me. [verse 2] As thou art iust defend me Lorde, and rid me out of drede: Geue eare, and to my suite accorde, and send me helpe at nede.

[verse 3] Be thou my rock, to whom I may, for ayde all times resort: Thy promise is to helpe alwaye, thou art my fence and fort. [verse 4] Saue me my God, from wicked men, and from theyr strength and powre: From folke vniuste, and eke from them, that cruelly deuoure,

[verse 5] Thou art the stay wherin I trust, thou Lorde of hosts art he: Yea from my youth I had a lust, still to depend on thee. [verse 6] Thou hast me kept euen from my birth and I through thee was borne: wherfore I will thee prayse with mirth, bothe euening and morne.

[verse 7] As to a monster seldome seen, muche folke about me thronge: But thou art now and still hast bene, my fence and ayde so stronge. [verse 8] Wherfore my mouth no time shall lacke, thy glory and thy prayse: And eke my tong shall not be slack, to honor thee alwayse.

[verse 9] Refuse not me, O Lorde, I say, when age my limmes doth take: And when my strength doth wast away doo not my soule forsake. [verse 10] Amonge themselues my foes enquire, to take me through deceyt: And they agaynst me doo conspire, that for my soule layd wayt:

¶ The second parte.

[verse 11] Lay hand and take hym now they sayd for God from him is gone: Dispatch him quyte, for to hys ayde, iwis there commeth none. [verse 12] Doo not absent thy self away, O Lorde, when nede shalbe: But that in time of grief thou may, in hast geue helpe to me.

[verse 13] With shame confound and ouerthrowe, all those that seke my lyfe: Oppres them with rebukes also, that fayne would worke me stryfe, [verse 14] But I wilpatienly abide, thy helpe in all assayes:

Still more and more ec he time and tide I will set forth thy prayse.

[verse 15] My mouth thy iustice shall recorde, that dayly helpe doth sende: But of thy benefyts, O Lorde, I knowe no compt nor ende. [verse 16] Yet will I goo and seke forth one, with thy Good helpe (O God) The sauing health of thee alone, to shew and set abrode.

[verse 17] For of my youth thou tokest the care, and dost instruct me styll: Therfore thy wonders to declare, I haue great minde and will. [verse 18] And as in youth from wanton rage, thou didst me kepe and stay: Forsake me not vnto mine age, and tyll my head be gray.

[verse 19] That I thy strength & might may show to them that now be here: And that our sede thy power may know hereafter many a yere. [verse 20] O Lord thy iustice doth excede, thy doinges all may see: Thy workes are wonderfull in dede, oh, who is lyke to thee?

[verse 21] Thou madest me fele afflictions sore, and yet thou didst me saue: yea thou didst helpe and me restore, and take me from the graue. [verse 23]

23 And thou mine honor dost encrease, my dignitie maintayne: yea thou dost make all grief to cease, and comfort me agayne:

[verse 24] Therfore thy faithfulnes to prayse, I will bothe lute and sing: My harp shall sound thy laude alwayes O Israels holy king. [verse 25] My mouth will ioy with pleasant voyce when I shall sing to thee: And eke my soule will muche reioyce, for thou hast made me free.

[verse 26] My tonge thy vprightnes shall sounde, and speake it dayly still: For grief and shame do them confounde, that sought to worck me ill.

Notes

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  Sing this as the. lxix. psa