Original Douay Rheims Bible (1582 & 1610)

THE BOOKE OF PSALMES


1 Vnto the end, the Psalme of Dauid, for excesse of minde.
2 IN THEE ô Lord haue I hoped, let me not be confounded for euer: in thy iustice deliuer me.
3 Incline thine eare to me, make hast to deliuer me. Be vnto me for a God protector: and for a house of refuge, that thou mayst saue me.
4 Because thou art my strength, and my refuge: and for thy name thou wilt conduct me, and wilt nourish me.
5 Thou wilt bring me out of this snare, which they haue hid for me: because thou art my protector.
6 Into thy handes I commend my spirit: thou hast redeemed me ô Lord God of truth.
7 Thou hast hated them that obserue vanities, vnprofitably. But I haue hoped in our Lord:
8 I shal reioyce and be ioyful in thy mercie. Because thou hast respected my humilitie, thou hast saued my soule out of necessities.
9 Neither hast thou shut me vp in the handes of the enemie: thou hast set me feete in a large place.
10 Haue mercie vpon me ô Lord because I am in tribulation: myne eieis trubled for wrath, my soule, and my bellie:
11 Because my life is decayed for sorrowe: and my yeares for gronings. My strength is weakened for pouertie; and by bones are trubled.
12 Aboue al myne enemies I am made a reproch both to my neighbours excedingly: and a feare to my acquantance. They that saw me, fled forth from me:
13 I am forgotten, from the hart as one dead. I am made as a vessel destroyed:
14 because I haue heard the reprehension of manie that abide round about: In that whiles, they assembled together against me, they consulted to take my soule.
15 But I haue hoped in thee ô Lord: I sayd: Thou art my God:
16 my lottes are in thy handes. Deliuer me out of the handes of my enemies, and from them that persecute me.
17 Illustrate thy face vpon thy seruant, saue me in thy mercie:
18 Lord let me not be confounded, because I haue inuocated thee. Let the impious be ashamed, and brought downe into hel:
19 let the deceitful lippes be made mute. Which speake iniquitie against the iust, in pride, and abuse.
20 How great is the multitude of thy sweetnesse ô Lord, which thou hast hid for them that feare thee. Thou hast perfited it for them that hope in thee, in the sight of the children of men.
21 Thou shalt hide them in the secrete of thy face from the disturbance of men. Thou shalt protect them in thy tabernacle from the contradiction of tongues.
22 Blessed be our Lord: because he hath made his mercie merueilous to me in the fensed citie.
23 But I haue said in the excesse of my minde: I am cast away from the sight of thine eies. Therfore thou hast heard the voice of my praier, whiles I cried to thee.
24 Loue our Lord al ye his sainctes: because our Lord wil require truth, & wil repay them abundantly that doe proudly.
25 Do ye manfully, and let your hart take courage, al ye that hope in our Lord.