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The whole Book of Psalms faithfully translated into English metreThe vvhole Booke of Psalmes faithfully translated into English metre
The whole Book of Psalms faithfully translated into English metre. ; Whereunto is prefixed a discourse declaring not only the lawfulness, but also the necessity of the heavenly ordinance of singing Scripture psalms in the churches of God. ; [Seven lines of Scripture texts]The vvhole Booke of Psalmes faithfully translated into English metre. ; Whereunto is prefixed a discourse declaring not only the lawfullness, but also the necessity of the heavenly ordinance of singing Scripture psalmes in the churches of God. ; [Seven lines of Scripture texts]
Cambridge, Mass. : Stephen Day, Imprinted 1640
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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.
PSALM lxix. To the chief musician upon Shoshanni•, A psalm of David.
PSALME lxix. To the chief musician upon Shoshanni•, A psalme of David.
The waters in unto my soul are come, o God, me save. verse 2 I am in muddy deep sunk down, w•ere I no standing have: Into •eep waters I am come, where floods me overflow. verse 3 I of my crying weary am, my throat is dried so; Mine eyes fail: I wait for my God. verse 4 T•ey that h•ve hated me without a c•use, then mine heads hairs they more in number be: Also mi•e enemies wrongfully they are that would me sla•, mighty they are; then I restored what I •ook not away. verse 5 O God thou knowest my foolishness; my sin's not hid from thee. verse 6 Who wait on thee, Lord God of hosts, let not be shamed for me: O never suffer them, who do for thee iniquity make, o God of Israel, to be confounded for my s•ke,
THe waters in unto my soule are come, o God, me save. verse 2 I am in muddy deep sunk downe, w•ere I no standing have: Into •eep waters I am come, where floods mee overflow. verse 3 I of my crying weary am, my throat is dryed so; Mine ey•s faile: Iwayt for my God. verse 4 Tey tht hve hated mee without a cuse, then mine heads haires they more in number bee: Also mie enemies wrongfully they are that would me sla, mighty they are; then I restor'd what I ook not away. verse 5 O God thou knowst my foolishnes; my sin's not hid from thee. verse 6 Who wayt on thee, Lord God of hoasts, let not be shamd for mee: O never suffer them, who doe for thee inquity make, o God of Isrell, to be confounded for my ske,