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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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6 There was no quarter of the ⟨image 44⟩world where I was not lodged in palaces most beautiful and princely, which thou haddest so well founded, builded, and trimmed for me: in which I took pleasure to see thee in thy great beauty, and to be recreated with thy most clear and cheerful voice, (in deed a heavenly happiness:) Now nothing is to be seen but ruins, in which hardly can I descry some appearance of that which hath been: every where are horrible deserts, hideous caves, wherein nothing is heard but the howlings of shriek owls, night ravens, and such like doleful and unlucky black night birds.
6 There was no quarter of the ⟨image 44⟩worlde where I was not lodged in palaces most beautifull and princely, which thou haddest so well founded, buylded, and trimmed for mee: in which I tooke pleasure to see thee in thy great beautie, and to be recreated with thy most cleare and cheerefull voyce, (in deede a heauenly happinesse:) Nowe nothing is to be seene but ruines, in which hardly can I discrye some appearance of that which hath bene: euery where are horrible desertes, hydeous caues, wherein nothing is heard but the howlings of shricke owles, night rauens, and such like dolefull and vnlucky blacke night birdes.
17 And I poor soul, wandering through thickest of this desert, having no rest day nor night, I dwell all alone, hatching my griefs at a ⟨image 45⟩venture under covert of such small retreat as I may light upon. Alack, I hurt no body, yea I render good for evil:2 yet in stead that my desolation should cleave the heart of the most hardened, and move the fellest of them, if not to relieve me, at least not to persecute me further. I see nothing but enemies round about me, and what manner enemies: First, that great devouring Lyon, which hath spoiled, torn, and swallowed so many of my poor children from the beginning of the world: Then those Enchanters which by their coloured words and reasons, in very deed unreasonable, set together by their bible able, have suborned very many of my children, yea, some of the best wits of my company. Those snares of conscience, wolves