Psal 5 (MS. Fairfax 40, The Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford)
Transcription
When in my serious thoughts by choyce
Thy word I take
And meditate
O my Giue ear ô god then harken to my voyce
When I in the'early morn'e send vp
My prayrs to thee
Ô Heare thou mee
I wth holy boldness shall then shall I look vp
Tis not thy nature Wilt thou ô Lord to pleased delighted be
In wickedness
And yett much less
Shall euel haue aboad wth thee
Fooles shall not stand in thy presense before thee, for
Thou haits ther deeds
As thou must needs
Who cruel as treacherous men abhor
When I to thy house direct my pace
As I draw neare
Wth holy feare
I'le praysing mount that sacred place
Lead in thy truth my stumbling feet
That the way might
Be made more stright
For here wth enimys I shall meet
To trust ther flattering lipps none dare
As they from truth depart
So wicked is ther hart
As gaping graues ther throats insatiate are
But Lord on such lett ruings come
Who by designe
'Gainst thee combine
Let not ther sines away be done
Wth cherfull hart ô Lord lett such
Thatt trust in thee
Defended bee
Haue cause of ioy & Loue thee much
To the'iust thy favours do abound
As thou'le bless
So shall noe less
Preuenting prouidence then suround
Modernized Text
When in my serious thoughts by choice
Thy word I take
And meditate
Give ear, oh God then, harken to my voice.
When I in th' early morn send up
My prayers to thee,
Oh hear thou me.
With holy boldness then shall I look up.
Wilt thou, oh Lord, delighted be
In wickedness
And yet much less
Shall evil have abode with thee.
Fools shall not stand before thee, for
Thou hates their deeds,
As thou must needs,
Who cruel, treacherous men abhor.
When [I] to thy house direct my pace,
As I draw near
With holy feare
I'll praising mount that sacred place.
Lead in thy truth my stumbling feet,
That the way might
Be made more straight
For here with enemies I shall meet.
To trust their flattering lips none dare
As they from truth depart,
So wicked is ther heart;
As graves their throats insatiate are.
But Lord, on such let ruins come
Who by design
'Gainst thee combine.
Let not ther sins away be done.
With cheerful heart, oh Lord, let such
That trust in thee
Defended be,
Have cause of joy and Love thee much.
To th' just thy favours do abound.
As thou'll bless
So shall no less
Preventing providence surround.
