Pseaulme Quarantesixiesme

Deus noster refugium, and virtus

Of qu'adversite offends us,
God is appuy us & deffense,
In time of need have esprouve,
And found great relief to him:

Which no longer will fear no doubte,
DEUST and the earth tremble all,
And abysmer mountaines
Amidst the sea haulte

Yea deussent deep waters
Bruyre, escumer, swell their Undes,
And their great power
Rocks, and mountaines move.

Pseaulme Quarantecinquiesme

Eructavit cor meum verbum bonum

Exquisite fault that about my cueur so,
Coach Roy Song wouldst say so
That cestus foys my language had rather say
A prompt Scribe pen not escrira.

Had rather thou art formed the human race,
Speak in thy wondrous grace gist:
Wherefore God deed that any nation
Endless praise you in blessing.

O stronger than we can meet,
Accoustre, robust & ceintz on your thigh
Your sharp sword, which is the resplendeur,

Pseaulme Quarantetroisiesme

Deus, Deus meus, ad te

Avg Revenge, take the quarrel
From me, Lord, for thy mercy,
Against the faulse gent, and cruel:
Man, one filled with cautelle,
And malice endurcy,
Delivre also Avg.

Alas, my God, you are my power,
Wherefore you enfuys, reboutant me?
Wherefore permectz that desplaisance
I walk, Under the nuysance
My opponent, who as
Will persecute me?

Pseaulme Trentehuictiesme

Domine, ne in furore tuo arguas me.

Alas, in thy wrath acute
Not argue me
My deed, God Almighty:
Your ardor ung little removed,
Not in thine anger
Do punys me faint.

For your flesches descochees
Are fischees
Although strong in me truthfully:
And willed (which I endure)
Your hard hand
Avg dwell above.

I ay upon me flesh vein
That is healthy,
By ire Wherein I'll ay mys:
My bones have farm rest

Pseaulme Trenteseptiesme

Noli aemulari in malignantibus.

Do not be in this life if Fasche
Often you voys the meschants prosper,
And Malings property not want door
Ruined because at the end tresbuschants,
Will fausches as hay, in a few hours,
And seicheront like grass fields.

God trust you to do well labeure:
Earth to get home,
And jouyras of vraye annuity & seure.
God will be your delectation:
And souhaitz that your cueur wish to take,

Pseaulme Trentesixiesme

Dixit injustus, ut delinquat in semetipso

Maling the vicious faictz
Tell me that before his yeulx
Did fear no God:
Because as is pleases in his error,
That have in hayne, and horror,
It is force & contraincte.

His talk is nuysant, and end:
Doctrine is fleeing, in order
Ever do well.
Dream in his wickedness LICT:
The path is twisted arreste:
A no evil is contrary.

Pseaulme Trentetroisiesme

Exultate justi in Domino, rectums

Resveillez you every one faithful,
Lead orendroit joy in God,
Praise is tresseante, & beautiful
In the mouth of the righteous:

The harp doulce
Hung in a sling
Praise the Lord,
Luz, of Espinettes,
Sainctes ditties
A play its name.

Sing to him by melody,
New to, new song
And that although there chanting,
A loud voice, and pleasant sound.

Psaulme Trenteduxiesme

Beati quorum sunt remissae iniquity.

A very happy with celluy committed
Transgressions are with discounts:
Which also unfair Fisheries
Before his God are covered & hidden.

O how full of happiness I deemed
The man to whom God imputes his sin item:
And the Spirit which dwells not
On hypocrisy, and fraud ung only poinct.

During my illness, whether VINSE to shut up,
Las shouting: either prinse me to bray,

Pseaulme Vingtcinquiesme

Ad te Domine levavi animam

A Toy, my God, my cueur rises
Toy in my hope ay mys,
I do not fall to shame,
According to my foes.

Shame will voyrement
Ceulx above which toy is appuyent,
But that hard ceulx
And without question the terribly bored.

The way you dresses we
Fays Avg congnoistre Lord,
Thy hereby gives notice & addresses
Vueilles Estre enseigneur Avg.

Avg carries over

Pseaulme Vingtquatriesme

Domini is terra, & plenitudo.

The earth belongs to the Lord,
Everything that contains its roundness,
And ceulx who live in it.
Sea foundation gave him;
The enriched, and surrounded it
Maint tresbelle river.

But his Montaigne is a saint place:
Who will doncq Mont God?
Who is this, that there will instead?
Man hands & cueur washed
In non esleve vanities,
And who has not sworn in fallacy.

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