Psalmes of David, The - Psalm 19
PSALM XIX .
Caeli enarrant.
1.
The heavnly frame sets forth the fame
Of Him that only thunders;
The firmament, so strangely bent,
Shewes His hand-working wonders.
2.
Day unto day doth it display,
Their course doth it acknowledg,
And night to night succeding right
In darkness teach cleere knowledg.
3.
There is no speech nor language which
Is so of skill bereaved,
But of the skyes the teaching cryes
They haue heard and conceived.
4.
There be no eyn but reade the line
From so fair book proceeding;
Their words be set in letters great,
For ev'ry body's reading.
5.
Is not he blind that doth not find
The tabernacle builded?
There by His grace, for sun's fair face,
In beames of beauty guilded.
6.
Who forth doth come, like a bridegrome,
From out his veiling places;
As glad is he as giants be
To runn their mighty races.
7.
His race is even from ends of heaven,
About that vault he goeth;
There be no rea'ms hidd from his beames,
His heat to all he throweth.
8.
O law of his, how perfect 'tis!
The very soul amending;
God's witness sure for aye doth dure,
To simplest, wisdom lending.
9.
God's doomes be right, and cheere the sprite,
All His commandments being
So purely wise, as giue the eyes
Both light and force of seing.
10.
Of Him the feare doth cleaness beare,
And so endures for ever;
His judgments be self verity,
They are unrighteous never.
11.
Then what man would so soon seek gold,
Or glittering golden mony?
By them is past, in sweetest taste,
Hony, or comb of hony.
12.
By them is made Thy servant's trade
Most circumspectly guarded,
And who doth frame to keep the same
Shall fully be rewarded.
13.
Who is the man that ever can
His faults know and acknowledg?
O Lord, cleanse me from faults that be
Most secret from all knowledg.
14.
Thy servant keepe, lest in him creep
Presumptuous sins' offences;
Let them not haue me for their slaue,
Nor reign vpon my senses.
15.
Soe shall my spryte be still vpright
In thought and conversation;
Soe shall I bide, well purify'd,
From much abomination.
16.
So let words sprung from my weake tongue,
And my heart's meditation,
My Saving Might, Lord, in Thy sight
Receiue good acceptation.
Caeli enarrant.
1.
The heavnly frame sets forth the fame
Of Him that only thunders;
The firmament, so strangely bent,
Shewes His hand-working wonders.
2.
Day unto day doth it display,
Their course doth it acknowledg,
And night to night succeding right
In darkness teach cleere knowledg.
3.
There is no speech nor language which
Is so of skill bereaved,
But of the skyes the teaching cryes
They haue heard and conceived.
4.
There be no eyn but reade the line
From so fair book proceeding;
Their words be set in letters great,
For ev'ry body's reading.
5.
Is not he blind that doth not find
The tabernacle builded?
There by His grace, for sun's fair face,
In beames of beauty guilded.
6.
Who forth doth come, like a bridegrome,
From out his veiling places;
As glad is he as giants be
To runn their mighty races.
7.
His race is even from ends of heaven,
About that vault he goeth;
There be no rea'ms hidd from his beames,
His heat to all he throweth.
8.
O law of his, how perfect 'tis!
The very soul amending;
God's witness sure for aye doth dure,
To simplest, wisdom lending.
9.
God's doomes be right, and cheere the sprite,
All His commandments being
So purely wise, as giue the eyes
Both light and force of seing.
10.
Of Him the feare doth cleaness beare,
And so endures for ever;
His judgments be self verity,
They are unrighteous never.
11.
Then what man would so soon seek gold,
Or glittering golden mony?
By them is past, in sweetest taste,
Hony, or comb of hony.
12.
By them is made Thy servant's trade
Most circumspectly guarded,
And who doth frame to keep the same
Shall fully be rewarded.
13.
Who is the man that ever can
His faults know and acknowledg?
O Lord, cleanse me from faults that be
Most secret from all knowledg.
14.
Thy servant keepe, lest in him creep
Presumptuous sins' offences;
Let them not haue me for their slaue,
Nor reign vpon my senses.
15.
Soe shall my spryte be still vpright
In thought and conversation;
Soe shall I bide, well purify'd,
From much abomination.
16.
So let words sprung from my weake tongue,
And my heart's meditation,
My Saving Might, Lord, in Thy sight
Receiue good acceptation.
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