O God, werfore art thou absent from
vs so long? why is thy wrath so hote
agaynst the shepe of thy pasture?
O thynke vpon thy congregacyon, wh&obar;
thou hast purchased and redemed of olde:
Thinke vpon the trybe of thine enherita&ubar;ce
and mout Sion wherin thou hast dwelt.
Lyft vp thy fete, that thou mayest vtterly
destroye euery enemye which hath done
euell in the Sanctuary. Thyne aduersaryes
roare in the myddes of thy congregacions,
and set vp their banners for tokens.
&rhand; He that hewed tymbre afore out of þe;
thick trees, was knowne to brynge it to an
excellent worke.
B But now they breake
downe all þe; earned worcke therof &wt; axes ∧
hammers. note
They haue set fyre vp&obar; thy
holy places, and haue defyled the dwellynge
place of thy name, euen vnto the grounde.
Yee, they sayed &ibar; their hertes: let vs make
hauoke of them alltogether: thus haue they
brent vp all the houses of God in the lande.
&rhand; We se not oure tokens, ther is not one
Prophet more, no not one is ther among vs
that vnderstandeth eny more. O God,
how long shall the aduersary do this dishonoure?
how longe shal the enemy blaspheme
thy name?
C For euer? Why withdrawest
þu; thine h&abar;d? why pluckest thou not thy right
hande out of thy bosome, to consume þe; enemye?
For God is my kynge of olde: the
helpe that is done vpon earth, he doth it him
selfe. noteThou dyddest deuyde the see thorowe
thy power, thou brakest the heades
&rhand; of the drag&obar;s in the waters. Thou
smotest the heades of note Leuiathan in peces,
and geuest him to be meate for the people in
the wyldernesse. Thou broughtest out
fountaynes and waters out of þe; harde rockes:
thou dryedst vp myghtye waters.
The daye is thine, ∧ the nyght is thyne:
thou hast prepared the lyght and the sonne.
Thou hast sett all the borders of þe; earth,
thou hast made sommer &abar;d wynter.
D Remembre
this, O Lord, how the enemie hath
rebuked, &abar;d how the folysh people hath blasphemed
thy name. O delyuer not þe; soule
of thy turtle doue vnto the multitude of the
enemies: and forget not the congregacyon of
the poore for euer. Loke vpon the couenaunt,
for all the earth is full of darknes, &abar;d
cruell habitaci&obar;s. O let not the symple go
awaye ashamed, but let the poore and nedy
geue prayse vnto thy name. Aryse, O
God, maynteyne thine awne cause: rem&ebar;bre
how the folyshe man blasphemeth the dayly.
Forget not the voyce of thine enemyes:
the presumpcy&obar; of them that hate the increaseth
euermore and more.
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].
