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Pseaulme Septantedeuxiesme

Deus judicium tuum regi da

Thy judgments, true God,
Baille Roy to reign,
Vueilles your fair justice
Filz to give the King.

It will take your people with righteousness,
Chasing iniquity:
At your paovres be suitable,
Keeping their equity.

People see the mountaines
Begin to grow the peace & meurir,
And coustaux, and by Campaigns,
Justice flourish.

Ceulx the people in estants destresse,
The will to deffenseur:

Pseaulme Cinquante & Uniesme

Miserere mei Deus secundum Magnam misericordiam tuam.

Mercy to paovre vicious
Almighty God, according to thy great 'clemency.
Use this blow your goodness immense
To clear my wicked deed.

Washing me, Sire, and rewashed loudly,
My iniquity committed maulvaise:
And sin, which made me so ord,
Nor water clean me grace you like it.

For regret my cueur vyt in esmoy,
Congnoissant, las, my grandmother 'Faulte present:
And what is worse, my sin is present

Pseaulme Cinquantiesme

Deorum Dominus Deus locutus is

God, the strong, the LORD will speak,
And hault, and clear land called,
From the East till the West.
Devers Syon God clear & obvious
It will appear, adorned with all beaulte:
Our great God will come, not faictes doubte,
Ung with devouring fire before him,
D'ung vehement whirlwind circuy.
When huchera & earth & sky shining deed,
To judge where all his people, saying:
Avg assemble my sainctz that trust by
Sacrificers have prins my covenant,

Pseaulme Quarantesixiesme

Deus noster refugium, and virtus

Of qu'adversite offends us,
God is appuy us & deffense,
In time of need have esprouve,
And found great relief to him:

Which no longer will fear no doubte,
DEUST and the earth tremble all,
And abysmer mountaines
Amidst the sea haulte

Yea deussent deep waters
Bruyre, escumer, swell their Undes,
And their great power
Rocks, and mountaines move.

Time of turmoil so proud,

Pseaulme Quarantecinquiesme

Eructavit cor meum verbum bonum

Exquisite fault that about my cueur so,
Coach Roy Song wouldst say so
That cestus foys my language had rather say
A prompt Scribe pen not escrira.

Had rather thou art formed the human race,
Speak in thy wondrous grace gist:
Wherefore God deed that any nation
Endless praise you in blessing.

O stronger than we can meet,
Accoustre, robust & ceintz on your thigh
Your sharp sword, which is the resplendeur,

Pseaulme Quarantetroisiesme

Deus, Deus meus, ad te

Avg Revenge, take the quarrel
From me, Lord, for thy mercy,
Against the faulse gent, and cruel:
Man, one filled with cautelle,
And malice endurcy,
Delivre also Avg.

Alas, my God, you are my power,
Wherefore you enfuys, reboutant me?
Wherefore permectz that desplaisance
I walk, Under the nuysance
My opponent, who as
Will persecute me?

Pseaulme Trentehuictiesme

Domine, ne in furore tuo arguas me.

Alas, in thy wrath acute
Not argue me
My deed, God Almighty:
Your ardor ung little removed,
Not in thine anger
Do punys me faint.

For your flesches descochees
Are fischees
Although strong in me truthfully:
And willed (which I endure)
Your hard hand
Avg dwell above.

I ay upon me flesh vein
That is healthy,
By ire Wherein I'll ay mys:
My bones have farm rest
Day will run

Pseaulme Trenteseptiesme

Noli aemulari in malignantibus.

Do not be in this life if Fasche
Often you voys the meschants prosper,
And Malings property not want door
Ruined because at the end tresbuschants,
Will fausches as hay, in a few hours,
And seicheront like grass fields.

God trust you to do well labeure:
Earth to get home,
And jouyras of vraye annuity & seure.
God will be your delectation:
And souhaitz that your cueur wish to take,

Pseaulme Trentesixiesme

Dixit injustus, ut delinquat in semetipso

Maling the vicious faictz
Tell me that before his yeulx
Did fear no God:
Because as is pleases in his error,
That have in hayne, and horror,
It is force & contraincte.

His talk is nuysant, and end:
Doctrine is fleeing, in order
Ever do well.
Dream in his wickedness LICT:
The path is twisted arreste:
A no evil is contrary.

O Lord, thy benignity

Pseaulme Trentetroisiesme

Exultate justi in Domino, rectums

Resveillez you every one faithful,
Lead orendroit joy in God,
Praise is tresseante, & beautiful
In the mouth of the righteous:

The harp doulce
Hung in a sling
Praise the Lord,
Luz, of Espinettes,
Sainctes ditties
A play its name.

Sing to him by melody,
New to, new song
And that although there chanting,
A loud voice, and pleasant sound.

For what God control,