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Psal 37 (MS. Fairfax 40, The Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford)


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"Psal 37". MS. Fairfax 40, The Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford.

Transcription

Frett nott thy selfe nor yitt enuious bee
Because men prospers in inniquity
Stay but a little while & thou shalt soone
Se the wicked wither, As grass cut downe
Trust thou in god doe be doeing that's is good
Thou shalt the land pocess, shalt want noe food
If on the Lord thy chaste desirelight be sett
What is't ther thou desires, thou shalt not gitt
If thou com̃itt thy ways to him he will
Bring that to pass thou canst not wth thy skill
And make thy workes & graces brighter shine
Then lightest day or sun when in his prime
Rest in the Lord in quiet silence waite
Be patient still though wicked men grow great
Let not in thee an angry passion rise
To doe a thing that's ill in any wise
Such euel doers shall pirish in ther ill
They must waite on god th'earth inhabit will
Mark't for a truth when the wickeds gone
No signes ther of ther being or good th'aue done
But they whos sperit's calme serene & meek
On earth sweet peace shal wth abundance meet
The wicked 'gainst the iust plot, gnash ther teeth
He laughts att them who ther neare ruing see'th
When they take sword & bow the iust must die
Wth one they peirce themselues th'other broken lie
Much better then is sure the iust mans mite
Then riches gilded clay in wch the ill delight
The wicked in his strenght do boast, but he
When good men stands vpright shall outed be
Lord thou dost knowst & numbrest the days
We suffer here who thee shall euer prayse
Though times looke sad they noe deiection showse
In scarst times yitt they no want do know
But t'is not so wth th'ill wicked for that they
As fatt of lambs shall melt or or smoke shal flie melt away
They when they borrow to pay restore againe forgitt
Butt Good men they are iust & sheweth itt
Such will he surely bless on earth ô butt
He that is wicked shall from'itt be cutt
The Lord the paths of good men guids that they
Step not aside whos soules do loue his way
If they through frailty fall againe shall stand
When ther feet slips he holds them wth his hand
Though I'aue beene young & now wth age growne gray
To see T'ho'aue seen the iusts man's seed to beg I cañot say
He this preuents by his most liberal hand
By mercy too his iust rightious seed shal stand
He Who flies ill doe's good & livesth pure
Shall euer dwell wth god in mantions sure
Noe saints forgott by him who is most iust
He them preserues, the wicked's seeds out thrust
They in a plentious fruitfull land shall securely liue
Whos mouth speakes truth whos tongue right precets gues
And in his hart the Law deuine doth hide
The footsteps of such men shall neuer slide
Deceatful men lays for the rightious plots
Ther works shal liue when as the wickeds rotts
Keepe then thy way onf god I on him depend
Thou When exalted shall se th'e wickeds end
Though he wth worldly powre here seemes to be
More spred & faire then is the thriuing tree
Yitt shall he goe & when he's exactly saught
Naught shall be found of him that's worthy aught
But mark the'vpright & perfect man for hee
Though now in trouble peace in th'end shall see
As for transgressors they shall goe together
Death & distruction them & ioys shall seuer
Wth iust men t'is not so in god they rest
Ther strenght's in him, his, thers in when in distrest
Thus then will the Lord most high when times are worst
Saue from the wicked those that in him trust

Modernized Text

Fret not thy self nor yet envious be
Because men prosper in iniquity.
Stay but a little while and thou shalt soon
See the wicked wither, as grass cut down.
Trust thou in God, be doing that is good:
Thou shalt the land possess, shalt want no food.
If on the Lord thy chaste delight be set,
What is there thou desires thou shalt not get?
If thou commit thy ways to him, he will
Bring that to pass thou canst not with thy skill,
And make thy works and graces brighter shine
Than lightest day or sun when in his prime.
Rest in the Lord, in quiet silence wait;
Be patient still though wicked men grow great.
Let not in thee an angry passion rise
To do a thing that's ill in any wise.
Such evil doers shall perish in ther ill;
They must wait on God [that] th'earth inhabit will.
Mark 't for a truth: when the wicked's gone
No signs of their being or good th'ave done,
But they whose spirit's calm, serene and meek
On earth sweet peace shall with abundance meet.
The wicked 'gainst the just plot, gnash ther teeth:
He laughs at them who their near ruin see'th.
When they take sword and bow the just must die:
With one pierce themselves, th'other broken lie.
Much better, then, is sure the just man's might
Than gilded clay in which the ill delight.
The wicked in his strength do boast, but he
When good men stand upright shall outed be.
Lord, thou dost know and numb'rest the days
We suffer here who thee shall ever praise.
Though times look sad, they no dejection show;
In scarce times yet they no want do know.
But t'is not so with th'wicked for that they
As fat of lambs or smoke shall melt away.
They when they borrow to restore forget
But good men they are just and showeth it.
Such will he surely bless on earth, oh but
He that is wicked shall from it be cut.
The Lord the paths of good men guides, that they
Step not aside whose souls do love his way.
If they through frailty fall, again shall stand;
When their feet slip, he holds them with his hand.
Though I've been young and now with age grown grey,
To 'ave seen the just's seed beg I cannot say.
He this prevents by his most liberal hand;
By mercy too his rightious seed shall stand.
He who flies ill, does good and liveth pure
Shall ever dwell with God in mansions sure,
No saints forgot by him who is most just:
He them preserves, the wicked's seeds outthrust.
They in fruitful land shall securely live
Whose mouth speaks truth, whose tongue right precepts gives
And in his heart the law divine doth hide:
The footsteps of such men shall never slide.
Deceitful men lay for the rightious plots;
Their works shall live when as the wicked's rots.
Keep then thy way of God, on him depend,
Thou when exalted shall see th'wicked's end.
Though he with worldly power here seems to be
More spread and fair than is the thriving tree;
Yet shall he go and, when exactly saught,
Naught shall be found of him that's worthy aught.
But mark th'upright and perfect man, for he,
Though now in trouble, peace in th'end shall see.
As for transgressors, they shall go together:
Death and destruction them and joys shall sever.
With just men t'is not so: in God they rest;
Their strength's in him, his, theirs when in distress.
Thus then will the most high when times are worst
Save from the wicked those that in him trust.

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