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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
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14 That wonted courage so stout against Satan and his complices, is now withered as hay, and dried like grass cut down by the mower. I had, alas, so good an appetite and fed my self hungerly with that so nourishing, so sweet, and so ⟨image 44⟩delicate viand wherewith thou diddest furnish us from above, and I drank in so great draughts of that so precious and well relished liquor of thy quickening water: Now find I a dearth of this bread, and the small remain that I have thereof, goeth down with me against the stomach, so low am I brought, and have lost my taste.
14 That wonted courage so stoute against Sathan and his complices, is now withered as haye, and dryed like grasse cut down by the mower. I had, alas, so good an appetite and fedde my selfe hungerly with that so nourishing, so sweete, and so ⟨image 44⟩delicate viande wherewith thou didest furnish vs from aboue, and I dranke in so great draughtes of that so precious and well relised liquor of thy quickening water: Nowe finde I a dearth of this bread, and the small remaine that I haue therof, goeth downe with mee against the stomacke, so low am I brought, and haue lost my taste.
- 14 Mine heart is smitten & withereth like grass, because I forgot to eat my bread.4 Mine heart is smitten & withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
15 The air was wont to resound from East to West, those sonnets of gladness, whereof thou diddest minister to me both the matter and the making. Now the heavens and the earth do ring of my lamentable cries, woe begone that I am lying on the ground,