The whole booke of Psalmes with the hymnes euangelicall, and songs spirituall. Composed into 4. parts by sundry authors, with such seuerall tunes as haue beene, and are vsually sung in England, Scotland, Wales, Germany, Italy, France, and the Netherlands: neuer as yet before in one volume published. Also: a briefe abstract of the prayse, efficacie, and vertue of the Psalmes.

2

O let my prayers soone ascend vnto thy sight on h••e: Incline thine eare (O Lord) intend ••nd hearken to my cry,

3

For why my soule with woe is fild, and doth in trouble dwell: My life and breath almost doth yeeld and draweth 〈◊〉〈◊〉 to he••l▪

4

I am esteem'd as one of them that in the pit doe fall: And made as one among those men that haue no strength at all.

5

As one among the dead, and free from things that here remaine: It were more ease for me to bee with them the which are slaine,

6

As those that lie in graue I say. whom thou hast cleane forgot: The which th••e hand hath cut away and thou regardst them not.

7

Yea, like to one shut vp full sure within the lower put: In places darke and all obscure, and in the depth of it.

8

Thine anger and thy wrath likewise full sore on me doth lie: And all thy stormes against me rise my soule to vexe and tr••e.

9

Thou puts my friends far off from me, and mak••st them hate me sore: I am shut vp in prison fast, and can come forth no more.

10

My sight doth fa••le through griefe and woe I call to thee O God: Throughout the day, my hands also to thee I stretch abroad.

The second part.

11

Dost thou vnto the dead decl••re thy wondrous works of fame? Shall dead to l••fe againe ••estore and praise thee for the same?

12

Or shall thy l••uing kindnesse, Lord, be preached in the graue? Or shall with them that are destroy'd thy truth her honour haue?

13

Shall they that lie in darke full low of all thy wonders wot? Or there shall they thy iustice know where all things are forgot?

14

But I O Lord to thee alway doe cry and call apace: My prayer eke ere it be day shall come before thy face.

15

Why dost thou Lord abhorre my soule, in griefe that seeketh thee: And now O ••ord why dost thou hide thy face away from me▪

16

I am afflict as dying still, from youth this many a yeere: Thy terrours which doe vexe me still with troubled mind I beare.

17

The furies of thy wrathfull rage, full sore vpon me fall▪ Thy terrours eke doe not asswage, but me oppresse withall.

18

All day they compasse me about, as water at the tide: And all at once with streames full stout beset me on each side.

19

Thou settest far from me my friends, and louers euery one: Yea, and mine old acquaintance all out of my sight are gone.