God

Thou art my King, O God: send helpe vnto Iaakob.

Through thee haue we thrust backe our aduersaries: by thy Name haue we troden downe them that rose vp against vs.

But thou hast saued vs from our aduersaries, and hast put them to confusion that hate vs.

Therefore will wee praise God continually, and will confesse thy Name for euer. Selah.

But now thou art farre off, and puttest vs to confusion, and goest not forth with our armies.

Thou sellest thy people without gaine, and doest not increase their price.

All this is come vpon vs, yet doe wee not forget thee, neither deale wee falsly concerning thy couenant.

Our heart is not turned backe: neither our steps gone out of thy paths,

Albeit thou hast smitten vs downe into the place of dragons, and couered vs with the shadow of death.

If wee haue forgotten the Name of our God, and holden vp our hands to a strange god,

Shall not God searche this out? for hee knoweth the secrets of the heart.

Surely for thy sake are we slaine continually, and are counted as sheepe for the slaughter.

Vp, why sleepest thou, O Lord? awake, be not farre off for euer.

Wherefore hidest thou thy face? and forgettest our miserie and our affliction?

Rise vp for our succour, and redeeme vs for thy mercies sake.

Thou art fayrer then the children of men: grace is powred in thy lips, because God hath blessed thee for euer.

Thy throne, O God, is for euer and euer: the scepter of thy kingdome is a scepter of righteousnesse.

Thou louest righteousnes, and hatest wickednesse, because God, euen thy God hath anoynted thee with the oyle of gladnes aboue thy fellowes.

All thy garments smelll of myrrhe and aloes, and cassia, when thou commest out of the yuorie palaces, where they haue made thee glad.

Kings daugthers were among thine honorable wiues: vpon thy right hand did stand the Queene in a vesture of golde of Ophir.

So shall the King haue pleasure in thy beautie: for he is thy Lord, and reuerence thou him.

To him that excelleth upon Alamoth a song committed to the sonnes of Korah. God is our hope and strength, and helpe in troubles, ready to be found.

Yet there is a Riuer, whose streames shall make glad the citie of God: euen the Sanctuarie of the Tabernacles of the most High.

God is in the middes of it: therefore shall it not be moued: God shall helpe it very earely.

When the nations raged, and the kingdomes were moued, God thundred, and the earth melted.