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PSALM XIV .

Dixit insipiens.

1.

The foolish man by fleshe and fancy led,
His guilty heart with this fond thought hath fed;
There is no Glod it raigneth.

2.

And so thereafter he and all his mates
Do works which earth corrupts and Heaven hates:
Not one that good remaineth.

3.

Even God Himself sent down His peircing ey,
If of this clayey race He could espy
One that His wisdom learneth.

4.

PSALM XIII .

Usque quo, Domine?

1.

How long, O Lord, shall I forgotten be?
What, ever?
How long wilt Thou Thy hidden face from me
Dissever?

2.

How long shall I consult with carefull sprite
In anguish?
How long shall I with foes' triumphant might
Thus languish?

3.

Behold me, Lord, let to Thy hearing creep
My crying;

PSALM XII .

Salvum me fac.

1.

Lord, help, it is high time for me to call,
No men are left that charity do loue;
Nay, even the race of good men are decay'd.

2.

Of things vain they with vaine mates bable all;
Their abiect lips no breath but flattery moue,
Sent from false heart, on double meaning stay'd.

3.

But Thou, O Lord, giue them a thorough fall;
Those lying lipps from cousening head remoue,
In falsehood wrapt, but in their pride display'd.

PSALM XI .

In Domino confido.

1.

Since I do trust Iehova still,
Your fearfull words why do you spill?
That like a byrd to some strong hill
I now should fall a flying.

2.

Behold the evill haue bent their bow,
And set their arrows in a rowe,
To giue unwares a mortall blow
To hearts that hate all lying.

3.

But that in building they began,
With ground plots fall shall be undone

PSALM X .

Ut quid, Domine?

1.

Why standest Thou so farr,
O God, our only starr,
In time most fitt for Thee
To help who vexed be?
For lo, with pride the wicked man
Still plagues the poore the most he can;
O, let proud him be throughly caught
In craft of his own crafty thought.

2.

For he himself doth prayse,

PSALM IX

confitebor tibi.

1.

With all my heart, O Lord, I will prayse Thee,
My speeches all Thy mervailes shall descry;
In Thee my joyes and comforts ever be,
Yea, ev'n my songs Thy name shall magnify,
O Lord most high!

2.

Because my foes to fly are now constraind,
And they are faln, nay, perisht at Thy sight;
For Thou my cause, my right Thou hast maintaind,

PSALM VIII

Domine, Dominus noster.

1.

O lord, that rul'st our mortall lyne,
How through the world Thy name doth shine;
That hast of Thy unmatched glory
Vpon the heavns engrav'd Thy story.

2.

From sucklings hath Thy honour sproong,
Thy force hath flow'd from infant's tongue,
Whereby Thou stop'st Thyne enemy's prating,
Bent to revenge and ever hating.

3.

PSALM VII

Domine, Deus meus.

1.

O lord, my God, Thou art my trustfull stay;
O, saue me from this persecution's showre,
Deliver me in my endangerd way.

2.

Least lion like he do my soule devoure,
And cruely in many peices teare,
While I am voyd of any helping power.

3.

O Lord, my God, if I did not forbeare
Ever from deed of any such desart;

PSALM V .

Verba mea auribus.

1.

Ponder the words, O Lord, that I do say,
Consider what I meditate in me:
O, hearken to my voice, which calls on Thee,
My King, my God, for I to Thee will pray.
So shall my voice clime to Thyne eares betime,
For unto Thee I will my prayer send
With earlyest entry of the morning prime,
And will my waiting eyes to Thee-ward bend.

2.

PSALM IV .

Cum invocarem.

Heare me, O, heare me when I call,
O God, God of my equity!
Thou setd'st me free when I was thrall,
Haue mercy therfore still on me,
And hearken how I pray to Thee.

2.

O men, whose fathers were but men,
Till when will ye My honour high
Staine with your blasphemys; till when