Psal 34 (MS. Fairfax 40, The Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford)
Transcription
Ther is noe time o Lord in wch I'le cease
Wth constant prayses thy great name to bless
The humbled soules in thee that glory most
They too wth me in thee alone shal boast
My feares begun to rise I saught him then
He hard me soone & drew me out of them
To him they fled ther soules receaued light
The poore In trouble the poore man cr'id he saued thē stright
This reward hath thos makes the lord doth ther feare
To thes for safegard Angels gardians are
Thy goodness Lord we see & tast itt too
Blest are thos that feare thee & that we doe
The wicked want as a lions hunger-bitt
Yitt if we seeke seeking thee good shal come by itt
Would you be taught how you the lord may feare
Come then yee children lend to me your eare
Wouldst thou liue long se good & many days
From ill then keep thy tongue speak truth al ways
Depart from ill be ready to doe good
Imbrace sweet peace & itt' will giue thee shroud
The Lord his eyes on such doe frindly cast
On the wicked frownes, he cuts them of at last
When to the Lord the humble make ther sute
Ther troubles are remoued so'se ready & he prompt [promsit/promist?] to do't
From melting harts the Lord retires not far
When they are aflicted he's ther deliuerer
The iust he keepes on them noe euel comes
Sin slays the' wicked that haits his holy ones
None then shall perish on the Lord doe waite
Who trust in him he'le not leaue desolate
Modernized Text
Ther is no time, oh Lord, in which I'll cease
With constant praises thy great name to bless.
The humbled souls in thee that glory most,
They too with me in thee alone shall boast,
My fears begun to rise, I saught him then:
He heard me soon and drew me out of them.
To him they fled, their souls receivéd light;
The poor in trouble cried, he saved them straight.
This reward hath those [that] make the Lord their fear:
To these for safegard angels guardians are.
Thy goodness Lord we see and taste it too.
Blest are those that fear thee, and that we do.
The wicked want as a lion's hunger-bit
Yet, seeking thee, good shall come by it.
Would you be taught how you the Lord may fear?
Come then, ye children, lend to me your ear.
Would'st thou live long, see good and many days,
From ill then keep thy tongue, speak truth always.
Depart from ill, be ready to do good,
Embrace sweet peace and it will give thee shroud.
The Lord his eyes on such do friendly cast;
On the wicked frowns, cuts them off at last.
When to the Lord the humble make ther suit
Their troubles are removed, so'es prompt[?] to do't.
From melting hearts the Lord retires not far;
When afflicted he's their deliverer.
The just he keeps; on them no evil comes.
Sin slays th' wicked that hates his holy ones.
None then shall perish [who] on the Lord do wait
Who trust in him he'll not leave desolate.
