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Pseaulme Cent Dixhuictiesme

Confitemini Domino quonaim

Render to God the praise, and glory,
Because it is bening, and clement.
Moreover, its notorious bounty
Perpetually hard.

Israel already is recorde
Singing solemnly
His great mercy
Perpetually hard.

House old Aaron
Vienna all hault at this time
Confess that his goodness
Perpetually hard.

Ceulx wholes which have fear of the Lord,
How come also sing,
His pitiful kindness, and holy,

Pseaulme Cent Quinziesme

Non nobis, Domine, non nobis, sed.

Not unto us, not unto us, O Lord,
But unto thy name give gloyre, and honor,
For your big 'goodness seure.
Wherefore diroyent people, by mocquant,
Where is that God will qu'ilz as invocquant,
Where is it time to cestus?

God certainly nostre all parfaict
Reside in cieulx: and from thence he hault deed
Veult everything basically.
But adores a bad gent,
Idols are faictes gold & silver

Pseaulme Cent Treiziesme

Laudate pueri, Dominum.

Children, who serve the Lord,
Rent, and his name eslevez,
Praise his name, and his haultesse:
Or preaches or solemn deed
Name the eternal Lord
By all, at that time, and constantly.

From East to West
Doibt estre the obvious loz
The Lord, and his fame:
All people God of Gods
Is exalted, and the cieulx
Esleve to its estimated gloyre.

Who is like unto our God,

Pseaulme Cent Dixiesme

Dixit Dominus Domino meo

The Omnipotent my Lord, & maistre
Said the word: To my right hand you ISECS,
As I flipped Auray, and deed Estre
Your foes the scabeau your feet.

Strong scepter of thy mighty Empire
Loing will end Syon transmys
The LORD, which you will say:
Reign in the midst of your foes wholes.

His good will your gent well prepared,
Tressainct day of your coronation run:
And that dru morning dew chet,

Pseaulme Cent & Septiesme

Confitemini Domino quoniam bonus

Give the gloyre Lord
It is dOulx, and clement,
And goodness notoyre
Lasts eternally.

Ceulx racheptes it,
Qu'ilz sing his haultesse,
And it ceulx jectes
Out of hand oppresses.

The gathering together
On the East, West,
Aquilon trembling,
Southward and ardent.

If stray adventure
By deserts to treuvent,
Demourance cants,
And can not find:

Pseaulme Cent Quatriesme

Benedic anima mea Domino, Domine Deus.

Sus, sus, my soul, he'll say good fault
Of the LORD. O my true God, how
Your greatness is excellent & notoyre!
You are vestu splendor, and glory:

You are vestu splendor itself,
No more nor less than ung accoustrement:
To flag, who as Roy ung worthy,
You tendz heaven and a curtain.

Paneled water vouste is your palace,
In place of char on the bare es wore:
And Fortz ventz which Parmy air souspirent,

Pseaulme Cent & Uniesme

Misericordiam, & judicium cantabo

Prins of me is wanting in mectre escripture
Psalme, speaking kindly, and droicture,
And if wouldst to thee, my God, sing,
And present.

I wouldst keep the Voye not nuysible,
When will you make me peaceful Roy?
D'ung cueur all pure conduiray my house
Avecq reason.

Nothing maulvais there veoir not want Auray,
Hay too much because I meschants, and their lives,
Ung one of eulx around Avg adjoinct

Pseaulme Nonante & Uniesme

Habitat in which adjutorio Altissimi

Who has custody of God hault
Forever withdraws
Well umbre, & in stronghold
Is removed peult say.

Concluz doncq in the understanding,
God is my guard seure,
My haulte tower & foundation
To which I answer assured:

Because of the subtle LAQS hunters
And all oultrance
Oppressors plague,
Will he give you deliverance.

Cover thee with his feathers,
Sor will be soubz his aesle,

Pseaulme Octantesixiesme

Tuam Domine Aurem bowed, and ex

My God, Avg nimble ear,
Your gentleness nompareille:
Responds me, for not more then
As paovre, and am distressed.

Guard, I pry my life,
For ay want to do well:
My God, keep your servant,
In the hope of living toy.

Alas, do you recorde
Favor, and mercy
To me, that so humbly
You invocque daily.

And gives joy to the soul
The serf, which you Lord proclaims,

Pseaulme Septanteneufviesme

Deus venerunt haereditatem tuam in gentes

People are entered in your heritage,
Ilz have pollution, Lord, by their oultrage,
Thy holy temple, Hierusalem destruicte,
If the stone only has monceaulx reduicte.

Ilz have yawned bodies
Thy servants dead
The Ravens for paistre:
Flesh alive
To animaulx suyvants
Boys & champestre plain.

Surrounded the city, where it was hard scandal,
Alas, we have seen the blood of iceulx espandre,