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Christian meditations upon eight Psalms of the prophet David. Made and newly set forthChristian meditations vpon eight Psalmes of the prophet Dauid. Made and newly set forth
Christian meditations upon eight Psalms of the prophet David. Made and newly set forth by Theodore Beza. Translated out of French, for the common benefit, into the vulgar tongue by I.S.Christian meditations vpon eight Psalmes of the prophet Dauid. Made and newly set forth by Theodore Beza. Translated out of French, for the common benefite, into the vulgare tongue by I.S.
Imprinted at London : In Bacon house, by Christopher Barker, printer to the Queens most excellent Majesty, 1582Imprinted at London : In Bacon house, by Christopher Barker, printer to the Queenes most excellent Maiestie, 1582
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
¶ The sixth Psalm meditated.
¶ The sixth Psalme meditated.
1AH, woe is me more then miserable wretch, assailed, pressed, outraged on all sides, wounded mortally by my conscience, pierced through and through by the touch of infinite trespasses, and now at brink of that deep dungeon of despair, in my body overwhelmed with evils, plunged in sorrows, in which torment nothing more can be found that may add to my torment: what shall I do, what shall I say, whither shall I go? what may I find in my self but the subject of suffering, and the cause of that I suffer, and who shall succour me from else where? If I look into heaven, I see there my judge: The ⟨image 17⟩sun, that great eye of the world, which hath seen me so often to offend his maker and mine, doth summon me, and seems to give light to the world for none other purpose but to behold me whilst I endure these my merited pains. The night which seems to cover all things else with her darkness, alas, what doth she witness against me? Forsooth me seems, she hath doubled her darkness in a loathsome detestation of that which in glimpse of her accustomed obscurity she hath been forced to perceive in me: It irketh the earth to bear so unhappy a creature, and already she openeth yt great throat of her gulf to swallow me in, and to redemand my self to her self, as having too much abused that earthly matter which she ministered to my maker ⟨image 17⟩when he fashioned me. All that nourishment which I receive from other creatures, is given me only to entertain me in this extreme torment. Death it self recoils fro me, lest she might give at the least some senselessness of dolour to this miserable body, by dispatching it at once out of the way. As for men, they be either mine enemies, or else such friends as have no might to give me remedy: whither shall I go then? what shall I say? what shall I do? I will even go straight to thee, O eternal: For what good shall it do me to run away from him that is every where? Who can hide me from before him, which seeth even that that is not? & what creature, though it could, yet durst undertake my quarrel with thee? & if it should undertake, what would ensue, but their ruin and mine?