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Certain prayers and godly meditations very needful for every ChristenCerteine prayers and godly meditacyons very nedefull for euery Christen
Emprented at Malborow i.e. Antwerp : The year of our Lorde et M.CCCCC.XXXviii. per me Joannem Philoponon i.e. H. Peetersen van Mideelburch?, 1538Emprented at Malborow i.e. Antwerp : The yeare of our Lorde et M.CCCCC.XXXviii. per me Joannem Philoponon i.e. H. Peetersen van Mideelburch?, 1538
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¶An exposition after the manner of a contemplation upon the .li. Psalm / called Misereremei Deus.
¶An exposicyon after the maner of a contemplacyon vpon the .li. Psalme / called Misereremei Deus.
Alas wretch that I am / comfortless / and forsaken of all men / which have offended both heaven / and earth / whither shall I turn me. To whom shall If lye for succour? who shall have pity or compassion on me unto heaven date I not lift up mine eyes / for I have grievously sinned against it. And in the earth can I find no place of defence / for I have been noisome unto it what shall I now do? shall I despair? God forbid full merciful is god / and my saviour is meek / and loving / therefore only god is my refuge he will not despise his creature neither forsake his own image unto the therefore most meek and merciful good come I all sad and sorrowful for thou only art my hope / and thou art on lye the tour of my defence. But what shall I say unto the sith I dare not lift up mine eyes? I will pour out the words of sorrow / I will heartily beseech thee for mercy and will say.
ALas wretch that I am / comfortlesse / and forsaken of all men / which haue offended both heauen / and erth / whother shall I turne me. To whom shall If lye for socoure? who shal haue pytye or cōpassion on me vnto heauen date I not lifte vppe myne eyts / for I haue greuouslye synned agenst it. And in the erth can I fynde no place of defence / for I haue bene noysome vnto it whate shall I nowe do? shall I despayre? God forbid full mercyfull is god / and my souyoure is meake / and louynge / therfore onlye god is my refuge he will not despise his creature nother forsake his awne ymage vnto the therfore most meke and mercifull good come I all sad and sorowfull for thou onlye arte my hope / and thou arte on lye the toure of my defēce. But whate shall I saye vnto the fyth I dare not lyfte vppe mine yies? I wyll poure out the wordes of sorow / I will hartelye besech the for mercye and wyll saye.