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 .xlij. Psalme.
QVEMADMODVM.
To the chaunter, a monicyon of the
sonnes of Corath.
A Like as þe; hert desyreth þe; water brookes,
so longeth my soule after the (O
God.) My soule is a thurste for
God, yee, euen for the lyuyng God: wh&ebar; shall
I come, to appeare before þe; presence of God?
noteMy teares haue bene my meate daye ∧
night, whyle they daylie saye vnto me: where
is now thy God? Now when I thincke
there vp&obar; note I powre out my hert by my self:
for I went with þe; multitude, ∧ brought th&ebar;
forth vnto the house of God,
B in the voyce of
prayse and thanckesgeuyng, among soch as
kepe holy daye. noteWhy art thou so full of
heuynes (O my soule) and why art thou so
vnquiete within me? Put thy trust &ibar; God,
for I wyll yet geue hym th&abar;kes, for the help
of hys countenaunce. My God, my soule
is vexed wythin me: therfore will I remembre
the c&obar;cernyng the note land of Iordane, and
the lytle hyll of Hermonim. One depe calleth
another because of the noyse of thy water
pipes note all thy waues ∧ stormes are gone
ouer me. The Lord hath gra&ubar;ted his lou&ibar;g
kindnesse on þe; daye tyme, ∧ in the night season
dyd I syng of him, ∧ made my prayer vnto
the God of my lyfe.
C I wyll saye vnto þe;
God of my str&ebar;gth why hast þu; forgotten me:
why go I thus heuely, whyle the enemye oppresseth
me? My bones are smytten a sunder,
whyle mine enemyes (that trouble me) cast
me in þe; tethe, Namely, whyle they saye daylie
vnto me: where is now thy God? Why
art þu; so vexed (O my soule) and why art þu; so
disquieted wythin me? O put thy trust in
God, for I wyll yet thanke hym whych is þe;
helpe of my countenaunce, and my God.
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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