PSAL. XVIII. ¶ To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid.
THe verye heauens declare the glorye of God, and the very firmament sheweth [ A] his handy worke.
One daye telleth an other, and one nyght certifieth an other.
There is neyther speache ne language, but their voyces are herde amonge them.
Their sounde is gone oute in to all lan∣des, and their wordes in to the endes of the worlde.
In theym hathe he set a tabernacle for the [ B] Sunne, which commeth forth as a brydgrom out of his chambre, and reioyseth as a gyaunt to run his course.
It goeth forth from the one ende of the hea¦uen, and runneth about vnto the same ende a∣gayne, and there maye no man hyde him selfe frome the heate therof.
The lawe of the Lorde is a perfect lawe, it quickeneth the soule.
The testimony of the Lorde is true, and gy¦ueth wysdome euen vnto babes.
The statutes of the Lorde are ryghte, and [ C] reioyse the herte: the commaundement of the Lorde is pure, and gyueth lyght vnto the eyes.
The feare of the Lorde is cleane, and endu¦reth for euer: the iudgementes of the Lorde are true and righteous all togither.
More pleasaunt are they then golde, yea then moche fyne gold: sweter then hony and the hony combe.
These thy seruaunt kepeth, and for keping of them there is great rewarde.
Who can tell, how oft he offendeth? clense [ D]