Psal 25 (MS. Fairfax 40, The Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford)
Transcription
I raise my soule on high Lord vp to thee
Ô let not my confidence ashamed be
Nor Let not th'enimy boast nor thos that wait
On thee haue shame on the transgressor layt
But guide me in the way thou wouldst haue me goe
Direct Lead me in thy truth wait on thee I'le doe
Call Lord to mind thy mercys here to fore
The tender Loue thou to thy people 'bore
Lett not my youthfull errors to mind be brought
Nor as we deserue presented to thy thought
For thy goodness Lord ô that siners may
Be taught thy paths the meek guide in thy way
Who so o Lord do's loue thy statutes much
The ways of truth & mercy are to such
My faults are great ô pardon my neglect
Who feares the Lord, the Lord will him protect
To him his secret show his soule shal beat haue rest
His Law shall be a guide his children shal be blest
Lord upon thee my fixed eyes are set
Ô draw my feet out of th'insnaring nett
Turne a haue mercy troubles besets me round about
And from so sad a state Lord bring me out
Looke on my paine & Lett my sorrowes moue
Thee to forgiue for they to me want Loue
But ô thou soule preseruer Let itt for be
None shall be ashamed be that waite on thee
When men in malice cast the hiest sume
out of all troubles let thyn Israel come
Modernized Text
I raise my soule on high, Lord, up to thee:
Let not my confidence ashamed be.
Nor let not th'enemy boast, nor those that wait
On thee have shame on the transgressor late [i.e. the person who lately was a transgressor].
Guide me in the way thou would'st have me go;
Lead me in thy truth. Wait on thee I'll do.
Call, Lord, to mind thy mercies here to fore,
The tender love thou to thy people bore.
Let not youthful errors to mind be brought,
Nor as deserve[d] presented to thy thought.
For thy goodness Lord, oh that siners may
Be taught thy paths, the meek guide in thy way
Who so, oh Lord, does love thy statutes much,
The ways of truth and mercy are to such.
My faults are great, oh pardon my neglect.
Who feares the Lord, the Lord will him protect;
To him his secret show; his soul have rest.
His law shall be a guide, his children blest.
Lord, upon thee my fixed eyes are set:
Oh, draw my feet out of th'insnaring net,
Turn, have mercy. Troubles set me about
And from so sad a state, Lord, bring me out.
Look on my pain and let my sorrows move
Thee to forgive, for they to me want love.
But, oh thou soul preserver, let it be:
None shall ashamed be that wait on thee.
When men in malice cast the highest sum,
Out of all troubles let thyn Israel come.
