Psal 32 (MS. Fairfax 40, The Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford)
Transcription
Whos sin is pardoned & transgression's hid
To whom noe euels charg'd or guilt in hart
How blest is he who from thes crimes are rid
But when through silence I confest no part
My boones dried vp in my murnings day & night
As drought in somers drought consumd my moisture quitt
Sence by experience I aue knowledg got
That thou Lord forgiues the sins wch we committ
I' well I'le them confess, hee's blest that hides them nott
So will the godly iust seeke thee in time most fitt
For when thy wrath as floods doth ouerflow
To draw nigh thee sure ther's none dare doe
When I in troubles am incompast round
Thou art a place secure to hid me in
By thy right hand I haue deliuerance found
Wth songs of ioy me outt of them didst bring
Thou shewst me ther the paths wher I should goe
Thyn eye did guide me & taughtst me what to doe
Be nott of reason voyd like beasts wch must
Wanting itt be wth bitt & bridle curb'd
Least faling on thee thou by them be crust
Wth many woes the wicked are disturbd
Thy mercys surrounds who in thee Lord doe trust
Shout then for ioy be glad in him ye iust
Modernized Text
Whose sin is pardoned and transgression's hid,
To whom no evil's charged or guilt in heart,
How blest is he who from thes crimes are rid;
But when through silence I confessed no part
My bones dried up in my mournings day and night
As summer's drought consumed my moisture quite.
Since by experience I've knowledge got
That thou forgives the sins which we commit,
I'll them confess. He's blest that hides them not.
So will the just seek thee in time most fit,
For when thy wrath as floods doth overflow
To draw nigh thee, sure, there's none dare do.
When I in troubles am encompassed round,
Thou art a place secure to hide me in.
By thy right hand I have deliverance found.
With songs of joy, me out of them did'st bring;
Thou show'st me there the paths where I should go;
Thine eye did guide and taught'st me what to do.
Be not of reason void like beasts which must,
Wanting it, be with bit and bridle curbed
Lest, falling on thee, thou by them be crushed.
With many woes the wicked are disturbed;
Mercies surround who in the Lord do trust.
Shout then for joy: be glad in him, ye just.
