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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.
15 From the moment, my God, of this poor creatures conception, even already had corruption catched hold: from that time, I say, that my mother having conceived me, did give me living heat in her womb, vice was come within ⟨image 38⟩me, as the root which sithence hath brought forth those sour and venomous fruits,2 in stead of that sincerity and purity which thou requirest not only outward, but to be resident in the hidden spirit and heart: and yet there was no want in thee, O most good and gentle God, that this untowardness was not corrected, sith thou taughtest me thy wisdom, and that not after a common customary fashion, but learning me apart, and making my spirit capable of thy most rare and exquisite mysteries, such as thou revealest not to every one. Now then Lord,3 what is to be done?
15 From the moment, my God, of this poore creatures conception, euen already had coruption catched holde: from that time, I saye, that my mother hauing conceyued mee, did giue mee liuing heate in her wombe, vice was come within ⟨image 38⟩me, as the roote which sithence hath brought foorth those sowre and venemous fruites,2 in steade of that synceritie and puritie which thou requirest not onely outward, but to be resident in the hidden spirite and heart: and yet there was no want in thee, O most good and gentle God, that this vntowardnesse was not corrected, sith thou taughtest me thy wisedome, and that not after a common customarie facion, but learning me apart, and making my spirite capable of thy most rare and exquisite mysteries, such as thou reuealest not to euery one. Nowe then Lorde,3 what is to be done?