Psal 43 (MS. Fairfax 40, The Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford)
Transcription
Iudge me o god for all men partiall are
Against th'vngodly nation plead my right
Thou art my hope why from puts thou me soe far
And mourning goe in my opressors sight
Wth Light & Truth inspire me that I may
Vnto thy holy mount be lead the way
Then will I Lord vnto thyn Altar goe
Wth ioy & gladness I'le will then draw neare
On Harp & instruments ten stringed too
To god my god will sing thy prayses ther
Why soe deiect, why fretts thou thus my soule
Hope still in god to prayse him still be bold
Modernized Text
Judge me, oh God, for all men partiall are.
Against th'ungodly nation plead my right.
Thou art my hope: why puts thou me so far,
And [I] mourning go in my oppressor's sight?
With Light and Truth inspire me that I may
Unto thy holy mount be led the way.
Then will I, Lord, unto thine altar go;
With joy and gladness I will then draw near.
On Harp and instruments ten-stringéd, too,
To God, my God, will sing thy praises there.
Why so deject[ed], why frets thou thus my soul?
Hope still in God: to praise him still be bold!
