The Psalmes of Dauid truly opened and explaned by paraphrasis, according to the right sense of euerie Psalme. With large and ample arguments before euerie Psame, declaring the true vse thereof. To the which is added a briefe table, shewing wherevnto euery Psalme is particularly to be applied, according to the direction of M. Beza and Tremellius. Set foorth in Latine by that excellent learned man Theodore Beza. And faithfully translated into English, by Anthonie Gilbie, and by him newly purged from sundrie faultes escaped in the first print, and supplied with the principal pointes of euerie Psalme, summarilie set downe in a table at the end of the booke.

THE PARAPHRASIS.

1 O Lord GOD, of whome I doe wait for my deliuerance, I cal for thy helpe daie and night.

2 Let my praiers, I beseech thee, come vnto thee, and giue eare vnto my crie.

3 My soule is ful of miserie, neither is my life far from the graue.

4 For I am more like to a dead, than to a liuing man, by the iudgement of al that doe behold me.

5 And as though I had no part with the liuing, I am now counted amongst the dead, and amongst them that lie in graue, of whose life there is none account, as those whome thy hand hath cut off at once.

6 And I am cast by thee, as into the lowest, darke, and deepe pit.

7 Thy wrath lieth vpon me, and thou hast ouer∣whelmed me with al thy flouds.

8 Thou hast put al my familiars from mee, vnto whome I am so loathsome, not without thy know∣ledge, so that I keepe my selfe within my house, as it were in a prison, and dare not go one foot forth.

9 Mine eies are consumed through sorowe: yet cal I vpon thee dailie, ô Lord, spreading foorth my hands.

10 And wil there be time to exercise thy great power when men are dead? wilt thou restore them to life againe, that they may giue thee praise?

11 Shal they that lie in graue set foorth thy mer∣cie there? and shal they that are dead, set foorth thy truth againe here?

12 Shal those that lie buried in the darknes of death, knowe thy woonderful workes? and they, whose memorie death hath blotted out from the liuing, acknowledge thy righteousnes?

13 Wherfore, I cease not to cal vpon thee, ô Lord, and I doe preuent the morning light, in powring foorth my praiers.

14 Why dost thou refuse mine oppressed soule, ô Lord? why doest thou turne awaie thy face from mee?

15 Ah! I am miserable and readie to die, how oft haue I bene striken with terrours sent by thee euen from my very youth? how oft haue I stood amazed?

16 Thy most bitter wrath hath ouerwhelmed me, thy terrours haue shut me in on euerie side.

17 A floud of waters, as it were, ouerflowing al, and compassing me round about, doe close me in.

18 Thou hast remoued al my friends and compa∣nions farre from me, that I see nothing anie-where, but meere darknes.