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[1] Blessed be God my rocke: who teacheth my handes to warre, and my fingers to fyght |
[1]A Psalm of David. Blessed be 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇 my Rock, who traineth my hands for war, and my fingers for battle; |
[2]My holynesse and my fortresse, my refuge, and my only deliuerer: my buckler, in hym I haue put my trust, who subdueth my people vnder me |
[2]My lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I take refuge; who subdueth my people under me. |
[3]O God, what is man that thou doest knowe hym? what is the sonne of man that thou doest thynke of hym |
[3]𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇, what is man, that Thou takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him? |
[4]Man is lyke a thyng of naught: his dayes be lyke a shadowe that passeth away |
[4]Man is like unto a breath; his days are as a shadow that passeth away. |
[5]Bowe thy heauens O God and come downe: touche the mountaynes and they shall smoke |
[5]O 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇, bow Thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke. |
[6]Cast out terrible lightninges and feare them: shoote out thyne arrowes and consume them |
[6]Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them. |
[7]Sende downe thine hand from aboue: deliuer me and take me out of the great waters, from the hande of the children of an other deuotion then I am |
[7]Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of the hand of strangers; |
[8]Whose mouth vttereth vanitie: and their ryght hande is a ryght hande of falshood |
[8]Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying. |
[9]O Lorde I wyll syng a newe song vnto thee: and I wyll syng psalmes vnto thee vpon a Lute, [and vpon] an instrument of ten strynges |
[9]O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee; |
[10]Who geueth victorie vnto kynges: who redeemeth Dauid his seruaunt from peryll of the sworde |
[10]Who givest salvation unto kings, who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword. |
[11]Redeeme me and deliuer me from the hande of the children of an other deuotion then I am: whose mouth vttereth vanitie, and their ryght hande is a ryght hande of falshood |
[11]Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying. |
[12]That our sonnes may growe vp in their youth as young plantes: that our daughters may be as corners [stones] grauen after the fashion as a palace is |
[12]We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after the fashion of a palace; |
[13]That the corners of our houses may be fylled, yeeldyng foorth all maner of stoore: that our cattell may bring foorth thousandes, [yea] ten thousandes in our streates |
[13]Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields; |
[14]That our oxen may be strong [to labour] that there be no decay: no leadyng into captiuitie, and no complaynyng in our streates |
[14]Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places; |
[15]Happy are the people that be in such a case: blessed is the people who haue God for their Lorde |
[15]Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇. |