Psal 19 (MS. Fairfax 40, The Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford)
Transcription
The heauens Lord the siluer studed frame
They are the Curious works thy hands declare
Time vnto time itt doth recount the same
To places most remote, ther voyce it heares
Ore all the earth ther arched Sphers extends
The Sun on's throne ther rises ther desends
As cherfull brid-grome in his nuptial state
Or actiue men to race wth ioy Come out
From East to West so runs he at that raite
Till his cirquitt rownd he'as gone about
All parts euen to the wide Earths extreames
Both light & heat takes from his radent beames
Thy law ô Lord to soules perfection giues
They that are simple by thy words made wise
They shall reioyce who in thy precepts liues
Thy Statutes pure inlighten's the blind eyes
To feare the Lord will vs preserue for euer
Whos iudgments true & rightious altogether
More sweete then honny yea or gold refin'd
Thy seruants setts them att a hier prise
They great rewards in keeping them do find
But [illegible] alas who ist his errors spies
My faults vnseene ô let ther none remaine
From bold-fac'd sins thy seruant Lord restrain
O let not sin wth it's tyranick might
Ere gitt a iuridiction ouer mee
So in my soule shall I then be vpright
And from the great transgression guiltless be
So shall my words & thoughts acceptance find
Wth thee my strength redeemer of man-kind
Modernized Text
The heavens, Lord, the silver-studded frame,
They are the Curious works thy hands declare.
Time unto time it doth recount the same
To places most remote, their voice it hears.
O'er all the earth their archéd spheres extends
The sun on's throne there rises, there descends.
As cheerful bridegroom in his nuptial state
Or active men to race with joy come out,
From east to west so runs he at that rate
Till his circuit round he's gone about.
All parts even to the wide earth's extremes
Both light and heat takes from his radiant beams.
Thy law, oh Lord, to souls perfection gives.
They that are simple by thy words made wise;
They shall rejoice who in thy precepts lives
Thy statutes pure enlightens the blind eyes.
To fear the Lord will us preserve forever,
Whose judgment's true and righteous altogether.
More sweet than honey, yea or gold refined,
Thy servants sets them at a higher price;
They great rewards in keeping them do find.
But [illegible] alas who is't his errors spies?
My faults unseen, oh let there none remain.
From bold-faced sins thy servant, Lord, restrain.
Oh let not sin with its tyrannic might
E'er get a jurisdiction over me.
So in my soul shall I then be upright
And from the great transgression guiltless be.
So shall my words and thoughts acceptance find
With thee my strength, redeemer of mankind.
