Psal 21 (MS. Fairfax 40, The Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford)
Transcription
Much Lord the King doth in thy strenght delight
How doth he ioy himselfe in thy great powre
What he desires to him thou grantest stright
And many blessings on his head dost showre
Him wth thy goodness too Lord thou dost crowne
His head wth purest gold incerculest round
He asked life thou gauest him lenght of days
Thy fauouers glad him, him thou'as blest foreuer
On him glory & maiestick state thou & glory layes
He trusts in thee & moued shal he be neuer
If enimys designe thyn' all seing eye
Finds out ther plots, ther haitred too doth espie
When wrath growes hott as in a furniss ther
They shall consume as in a burning flame
On earth shall ther noe root or seed apeare
They thought mischeuous things but mist ther aime
When war's prepar'd they cañott stand the fight
Be thou exalted Lord we will we'le prayse thy might
Modernized Text
Much, Lord, the King doth in thy strength delight;
How doth he joy himself in thy great power!
What he desires to him thou grantest straight,
And many blessings on his head dost shower.
Him with thy goodness too, Lord, thou dost crown:
His head with purest gold encirclest round.
He asked life: thou gavest him length of days.
Thy favours glad him, him thou'as blest forever.
On him majestic state and glory lays.
He trusts in thee and moved shall be never.
If enemies design, th'all-seeing eye
Finds out their plots, their hatred too doth 'spy.
When wrath grows hot as in a furnace, there
They shall consume as in a burning flame;
On earth shall there no root or seed appear;
They thought mischievous things but missed ther aim;
When war's prepared they canot stand the fight.
Be thou exalted, Lord, we'll praise thy might.
