Great [1540], ¶ The Byble in Englyshe, that is to saye the cont&ebar;t of al the holy scrypture both of þe; olde, and newe testam&ebar;t, with a prologe therinto, made by the reuerende father in God, Thomas archbysshop of Cantorbury, ¶ This is the Byble apoynted to the vse of the churches (Printed by Edward Whytchurche) [word count] [B06000].
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¶ The .cxxxix. psalme.
DOMINE PROBASTI.
To the chaunter, a psalme of Dauid.
A O lorde, thou hast searched me out, and
knowen me. Thou knowest my
downe syttinge and myne vprysing:
thou vnderstandest my thoughtes longe before.
Thou art about my path, and about
my bedd: ∧ spyest out all my wayes. For
lo, there is not a worde in my t&obar;ge, but þu;, O
Lorde knowest it all together. Thou hast
fassyoned me behynde and before, and layed
thyne hande vpon me. Soch knowledge
is to wonderfull ∧ excellent for me: I can not
attayne vnto it. noteWhyther shall I go then
fr&obar; thy sprete? or whither shall I go then fr&obar;
thy presence?
B If I clyme vp into heauen,
thou art ther: yf I go downe to hell thou, art
there also. If I take the wynges of the mornynge,
∧ remayne in the vttermost partes of
the see. Euen ther also shall thy h&abar;de lead
me: and thy right hande shall holde meIf
I saye: paraduenture the darcknesse shall couer
me, then shall my nyght be turned to daye.
Yee, the darcknes is no darcknes with
the: but the night is all cleare as the daye, the
darcknes ∧ lyght (to the) are both a lyke.
C For my reynes are thyne, thou hast couered
me in my mothers w&obar;be. I will geue
thankes vnto the: for I am fearfully ∧ wonderously
made: maruelous are thy workes,
∧ þt; my soule knoweth right well. My bones
are not hyd fr&obar; þe;, though I be made secretly
and fasshioned beneth in the earth. Thyne
eyes dyd se my substaunce, yet being vnparfect:
∧ in thy boke were all my m&ebar;bres written.
Which daye by daye were fashyoned,
when as yet there was none of th&ebar;. Howe
deare are &club; thy co&ubar;cels vnto me, O God?
D O
howe great is the summe of th&ebar;? If I tell
th&ebar;, they are mo in n&obar;bre then the sande: wh&ebar;
I wake vp, I am present &wt; the. Wylt þu;
not slaye the wicked, O God ? departe from
me ye bloude thirsty men. For they speake
vnrighteously agaynst the: ∧ thyne enemies
take thy name in rayne. Do not I hate
th&ebar;, O Lorde, þt; hate the? ∧ am not I greued
with those that ryse vp agaynst the? Yee,
I hate them ryght sore, euen as though they
were myne enemyes. noteTrye me, O God,
and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me
and examen my thoughtes. Loke well yf
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there be any waye of wyckednes in me, and
leade me in the waye euerlastynge.
Great [1540], ¶ The Byble in Englyshe, that is to saye the cont&ebar;t of al the holy scrypture both of þe; olde, and newe testam&ebar;t, with a prologe therinto, made by the reuerende father in God, Thomas archbysshop of Cantorbury, ¶ This is the Byble apoynted to the vse of the churches (Printed by Edward Whytchurche) [word count] [B06000].
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