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The Author to his Booke. |
The Booke to his Readers |
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Domine ne in furore. Psal.6. |
Beati quorum. Psal.xxxii. |
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The first part |
The second part |
The first part |
The second part |
The Author to his Booke.
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Passe foorth my booke into the hands | ||
and view of sundry men: | ||
Humble thy selfe, declare thy name |
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who thee thus clad and when: | ||
And blush not at the frumps of some, | ||
ne feare at others frowne: | ||
More rich thou art in thred bare cote, | ||
then some in silken gowne. | ||
And give them all to understand, | ||
10 | from whence thou first didst spring, | |
How thou wast fostred in the brest | ||
and bosome of a king. | ||
And so (perhaps) some woorthie
wight |
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wil shape thee rich arraie, | ||
And set thee foorth as thou deserv’st | ||
with costly jewels gaie. | ||
Behave thy selfe in such good sort, | ||
if possible maybe, | ||
That every one may thee embrace, | ||
20 | and wish well unto me. | |
Vale. |
The Booke to his Readers
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Good friends with favor me peruse, | ||
halfe naked though I bee, | ||
Or not attierd so gallantlie, | ||
as you desire to see. | ||
Yet this from me your selves assure, | ||
such substance here to find, | ||
As shall bring hope unto the hart, | ||
and comfort to the mind. | ||
Oft under short and simple weed, | ||
10 | such vertue may be found, | |
As under pall of purple hew | ||
that traileth on the ground. |
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I being good am not the worse, |
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though clothing mine be bad. | ||
He that bestowed the same on me, | ||
did give the best he had. | ||
In whose behalfe I humbly pray, | ||
and for my selfe also, | ||
You would vouchsafe to mend those faults, | ||
20 | that in my cote ye kno. | |
Vale. |
Domine ne in furore. Psal.6. |
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The first part.
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O Lord when I my self behold, | ||
how wicked I have bin; | ||
And view the paths and waies I went, | ||
wandering from sin to sin; | ||
2 | Againe, to think upon thy power, | |
thy judgement, and thy might; | ||
And how that nothing can be hid, | ||
or close kept from thy sight; | ||
3 | Even then (alas) I shake and quake, | |
and tremble where I stand, | ||
For feare thou shouldst revenged be, | ||
by power of wrathful hand. | ||
4 | The weight of sin is verie great, | |
for this to mind I call, | ||
That one proud thought made angels thine | ||
from heaven to slide and fall. | ||
5 | Adam likewise, and Eve his
wife, |
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for breaking thy precept | ||
From paradice expelled were; | ||
and death thereby hath crept | ||
6 | Upon them both, and on their seed, | |
for ever to remaine: | ||
But that by faith in Christ thy sonne, | ||
we hope to live againe. | ||
7 | The earth not able was to beare, | |
but quicke did swallow in, | ||
Corah, Dathan, and Abiron, | ||
by reason of their sin, | ||
8 | Also because kind David did | |
his people number all, | ||
Thou Lord therefore, in three daies space, | ||
such greevous plague letst fall; | ||
9 | That seventie thousand men forwith | |
thereof dide presentlie, | ||
Such was thy worke, such was thy wrath, | ||
thy mightie power to trie. | ||
10 | (Alas) my sin surmounteth theirs, | |
mine cannot numbred bee, | ||
And from thy wrath most mightie God, | ||
I know not where to flee. | ||
11 | If into heaven I might ascend, | |
where angels thine remaine, | ||
O Lord thy wrath would thrust me forth | ||
downe to the earth againe. | ||
12 | And in the earth here is no place | |
of refuge to be found, | ||
Nor in the deepe and water course, | ||
that passeth underground. | ||
13 | Vouchsafe therefore I thee
beseech, |
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on me some mercie take, | ||
And turne thy wrath from me awaie, | ||
for Jesus Christes sake. | ||
14 | Lord in thy wrath reprove me not, | Verse.1. |
ne chast me in thine ire, | Domine ne in furore tuo | |
But with thy mercie shadow me, | arguas me, neq. in ira tua | |
I humblie thee desire. | corripias me | |
15 | I know it is my greevous sinnes | |
that do thy wrath provoke, | ||
But yet O Lord, in rigor thine | ||
forbeare thy heavy stroke, | ||
16 | And rather with thy mercie sweet, | |
behold my heavy plight, | ||
How weake and feeble I appeare | ||
before thy blessed sight. | ||
17 | For nature mine corrupted is, | |
and wounded with the dart | ||
Of lust and foule concupiscence, | ||
throughout in every part. | ||
18 | I am in sinne conceavde and
borne, |
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the child of wrath and death, | ||
Having but here a little time | ||
to live and draw my breath. | ||
19 | I feele my selfe stil apt and prone | |
to wickednesse and vice, | ||
And drowned thus in sinne I lie, | ||
and have no power to rise. | ||
20 | It is thy mercy, O sweet Christ, | Verse.2. |
that must my health restore: | Miserere mei domine, | |
For al my bones are troubled much, | quoniam infirmus sum: | |
and vexed very sore | sana me domine quaniam | |
21 | I am not able to withstand |
coturbata sunt omnia |
temptations such as be, | ossa mea. | |
Wherefore good lord vouchsafe to heale | ||
my great infirmitie. | ||
22 | Good Christ as thou to Peter didst, | |
reach forth thy hand to me, | ||
When he upon the water went, | ||
there drowned like to be. | ||
23 | And as the Leaper clensed was, | |
by touching with thy hand. | ||
And Peters mother raised up | ||
from fever whole to stand. | ||
24 | So let that hand of mercy
thine, |
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make cleane the leprosie | ||
Of lothsome lust upon me growne, | ||
through mine iniquitie. | ||
25 | Then shal there strength in me appeer | |
through grace my cheefe releese, | ||
Thy death, O Christ, the medicine is | ||
that helpeth all my greefe. | ||
26 | My soule is troubled verie sore, | Verse.3. |
by reason of my sin: | Et anima mea conturbata | |
But Lord how long shall I abide | est valde, sed tu domine | |
thus sorrowfull therein? | usquequo? | |
27 | I doubt not Lord, but thou
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my stonie hart made soft, | ||
With willing mind thy grace to crave, | ||
from time to time so oft; | ||
28 | Wilt not now stay, but foorth proceed | |
my perfect health to make, | ||
Although a while thou doost defer, | ||
yet it is for my sake. | ||
29 | For lord, thou knowst our nature such | |
if we great things obtaine; | ||
And in the getting of the same | ||
do feele no griefe or paine; | ||
30 | We little doo esteeme thereof, |
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but hardly brought to passe, | ||
A thousand times we do esteeme, | ||
much more than th’other was. | ||
31 | So Lord, if thou shouldst at the first | |
grant my petition, | ||
The greatnes of offences mine, | ||
I should not thinke upon. | ||
32 | Wherefore my hope still bids me crie | |
with faithful heart in brest, | ||
As did the faithfull Cananite, | ||
Whose daughter was possest. | ||
33 | At least if I still knock
and cal |
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upon thy holy name, | ||
At length thou wilt heare my request | ||
and grant to me the same: | ||
34 | As did the man three loaves of bread | |
unto his neighbor lend; | ||
Whose knocking long forst him to rise | ||
and shew himselfe a friend. | ||
35 Lord by the mouth of thy deere son, | ||
this promise didst thou make: | ||
That if we knocke thou open wilt | ||
the doore even for his sake. | ||
36 | Wherefore we crie, we knock,
we cal |
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and never cease wil wee, | ||
Til thou doo turne to us, O Lord, | ||
that we may turne to thee.
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The second part.
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Turne from thy wrath, O Lord of hosts, | Verse.4. | |
and set my hart at large: | Covertere domine, & eripe | |
O save me for thy mercies sake, | animam meam, saluum | |
and all my sins discharge. | me fac, propter | |
2 | Not for the merits I have
doon |
misericordiam tuam |
ne for the works I wrought, | ||
But for thy endlesse mercie sake, | ||
and bloud which hath us bought. | ||
3 | The debt is great that I am in, | |
not able for to paie, | ||
And how to recompense the same, | ||
none other can I saie; | ||
4 | But goodesse thine must me acquite, | |
or else (alas) must I | ||
To prison, where no ransome may | ||
set me at libertie. | ||
5 | For why in death, O God
of life, |
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no man remembreth thee, | Quoniam non est in morte | |
And in the hel who gives thee thanks | qui memor sit tui, in | |
was none yet knowne to bee | inferno autem quis | |
6 | The greevous plagues and tormentes there | confitebitur tibi? |
so smarting be and strong, | ||
That no can have mind on thee, | ||
or thee confess among. | ||
7 | No time is there of space, ne place | |
repentence for to find; | ||
But burning paines, and torments sharpe | ||
to al be there assind. | ||
8 | Remembring this while I am
here, |
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and do this life possesse, | ||
To thee, O Lord, in humble wise, | ||
I doo my faults confesse: | ||
9 | And with a spirit all sorrowful | |
I do my sinnes lament, | ||
And sory am even from my soule, | ||
I did such waies frequent. | ||
10 | And am with groning wearie made, | Verse.6. |
through tast of many feares, | Laboravi in gemitu meo, | |
The night I spend my bed to wash, | lavabo meum, lachrymis | |
my couch to wet with teares, | meis stratum meum | |
11 | Not weeping to the sight of men, | rigabo |
(as doth the hypocrite) | ||
But in thy chamber secretly, | ||
where I my sinnes recite. | ||
12 | Not onely with the teares of eies, | |
but teares set from alow, | ||
That is, from bottome of my hart, | ||
repentance great to show. | ||
13 | And as my bodie I have made | |
a servant unto sin; | ||
So wil I now, by power of grace, | ||
delight no more therein: | ||
14 | But wil the same on thee
bestow, |
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O Lord, and freely give, | ||
To serve thee Lord in righteousnesse, | ||
the daies I have to live. | ||
15 | For in this bed of flesh and bloud, | |
and couch of sensual life, | ||
The soules of all from Adams fall, | ||
have laine in wo and strife. | ||
16 | And this doth make our countenance | |
or mind to changed be, | ||
For inwarde greefe of this our couch | ||
of sensualitie. | ||
17 | For when we seeke therein
to rest, |
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and thinke some ease to find, | ||
It after turneth to our griefe, | ||
and anguish great of mind. | ||
18 | It is a serpent faire in face | |
appearing to the sho; | ||
But in his taile a sting lies hid | ||
of endlesse paine and wo. | ||
19 | Mine eie, O Lord, is troubled sore, | Verse.7. |
with extreame rage and paine: | Turbatus est a furore | |
And I among mine enemies | oculus meus, inveteravi | |
doo weake and old remaine. | inter omnes inimicos | |
20 | The wicked feend mine enimie, |
meos. |
still seeketh to devise | ||
Some matter of occasion, | ||
to laie before mine eies. | ||
21 | The world also doth draw me forth | |
to follow her delight: | ||
My flesh to sensualitie | ||
runs on with maine and might. | ||
22 | The companie of wicked sort | |
entise me daie by daie: | ||
Thus I with them, and they with me, | ||
(alas) stil run astraie. | ||
23 | These enemies I never can |
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be able to subdue, | ||
It must be thou, O Jesu sweet, | ||
most mightie and most true: | ||
24 | Thou Lord which hast destroied deth | |
the divel likewise supprest, | ||
Must give me power to overcome, | ||
Whereby to live in rest. | ||
25 | Then underneath thy death & crosse | |
I shal my sinnes displaie, | ||
And strongly fight against my foes, | ||
and boldlie to them saie, | ||
26 | Away from me that workers
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of wickednes and sin: | Difecdite a me omnes, | |
For why the Lord hath heard my voice, | qui operamini iniquitatem, | |
and seene my teares therein. | quoniam ex audivit | |
27 | You damned spirits and livers lewd, | dominus vocem fletus mei |
the members of the feend, | ||
Away from me: for now your power | ||
is brought unto an end. | ||
28 | Your prince and maister of this world | |
that hath me turnd and tost, | ||
Is now cast out, and al his power, | ||
his might and strength is lost. | ||
29 | Although you have me long
time held |
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in prison and in thrall; | ||
Yet are yee now cleane overcome, | ||
by Christ most strong of al. | ||
30 | I that in darknesse erst was led, | |
doo now behold the light; | ||
The Lord my praier sure hath heard, | Verse.9. | |
my fate is in his sight. | Exaudivit dominus | |
31 | To thee, O Lord, for grace I praid, | deprecationem meam |
and thou heardst my request; | dominus orationem meam | |
And sentst abundant dewes thereof | suscepit. | |
unto my quiest rest. | ||
32 | That I praid likewise, all my sins | |
might cleane remitted be, | ||
And thou hast granted my desire, | ||
and safe delivered me. | ||
33 | Wherefore let all mine enemies | Verse.10. |
confounded be with shame, | Erubescant & omnes & | |
And that right soone and suddenlie, | conturbentur vehementor | |
O Lord I crave the same. | inimici mei, convertantur | |
34 | I know that all mine enemies | erubescant valde, |
shal vexed be right sore, | velociter. | |
And that thou wilt put them to flight, | ||
from henceforth evermore. | ||
35 | For what long time they have possest | |
they lost in little space, | ||
Through operation of thy power, | ||
and working of thy grace | ||
36 | With wrong they kept, which
that sweete Christ |
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by bloud hast deerly bought, | ||
And thou a mightie Champion | ||
hast turned their power to nought. | ||
37 | Lord, I therefore thy servant poore | |
most earnestlie to praie, | ||
To guide my feet and steps aright | ||
in thy most holie waie. | ||
38 | And that the feend mine enemie, | |
who seekes me to devoure, | ||
Maie never over my poore soule | ||
have any strength or power: | ||
39 | But as by grace I am restord | |
to favor thine againe; | ||
So with that grace defend me Lord, | ||
from everlasting paine, Amen. |
Beati quorum. Psal.xxxii. |
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O God, I know by grace, through faith | ||
the sinner is made just, | ||
Though we offend; yet justifide | ||
by grace through faith we trust | ||
2 | Which grace & faith are thy good gifts, | |
which thou hast given us free, | ||
And thorough them the works we doo | ||
are made right good to be. | ||
3 | I therefore Lord my faults confesse, | |
by helpe of heavenly grace, | ||
And utterlie my sinnes forsake, | ||
and do them al deface: | ||
4 | Beseeching thee me to admit
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with those that blessed bee, | ||
And to forgive the trespasses | ||
which I have doone to thee. | ||
5 | For blessed is the man indeed, | Verse.1. |
whose wickednesse and sin, | Beati quorum remissae | |
Is cleane forgiven and covered, | sunt iniquitates, & quorum | |
as they had never bin. | tecta peccata sunt. | |
6 | I will not hide my sinnes from thee, | |
nor seeke them to excuse; | ||
But with my heart will them confesse, | ||
and doo my selfe accuse. | ||
7 | For, Lord, who goes about to
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his own iniquitie; | ||
Thou shalt the same make manifest, | ||
that al the world may see; | ||
8 | Thou wilt him strip and naked make, | |
to his perpetual blame, | ||
When he to judgement shall arise, | ||
And live in endlesse shame. | ||
9 | And therefore blessed is the man, | Verse.2. |
to whom thou Lord shalt saie, | Beatus vir cui non imputavit | |
not impute thy sinnes to thee, | dominus peccatum, | |
nor to thy charge them laie, | nec est in spiritu eius dolus | |
10 | He in whose spirit no fraud is found, | |
shall blessed be also, | ||
And looke what thing he takes in hand, | ||
shall prosper wel and gro. | ||
11 | If I for sinne should saine my selfe | |
all sorrowfull to be, | ||
And were not so, then should be found | ||
both fraud and guile in me. | ||
12 | Or if I should account my selfe | |
a man that liveth just, | ||
Having my conscience stuft with sinne, | ||
so full as may be thrust | ||
13 | There shuld appeer great fraud
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for deepe dissembling so; | ||
For why, in me no goodnesse dwels, | ||
as of my self I know. | ||
14 | If ever any good were there, | |
it surely must be thine, | ||
But as for sinnes I many have, | ||
and they by right are mine. | ||
15 | For while, O Lord, I held my peace, | Verse.3. |
confessing not my crime, | Quoniam tacui inveteraverunt | |
My bones did wast through daily plaints, | ossa mea, dum clamorem | |
I made from time to time. | tota die. | |
16 | My soule doth feeble waxe and
faint, |
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because I held my peace; | ||
But now I have my sinnes confest, | ||
I feele hir strength increase. | ||
17 | I kept that backe I should have told, | |
or else excus’d the same; | ||
And that I should have closelie kept, | ||
did publish to my blame. | ||
18 | I hid the sinnes that I have done, | |
and they remained still, | ||
And boasted forth the good I did, | ||
contrairie to thy will. | ||
19 | Thus were the works that I
had wrought |
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quite lost with their reward, | ||
And I among that sort remaine | ||
whom thou doost not regard. | ||
20 | For daie and night thy heavy hand, | Verse.4. |
upon me thou hast laid, | Quoniam die ac nocte | |
And in my trouble was I turnd, | gravata est super me manui | |
when I was sore afraid. | tua conversus sum | |
21 | My tribulation scourged me, | in aerumna mea: |
my moisture is made drie, | dum configitur spina. | |
My verie backe bone striken was, | ||
that I began to crie. | ||
22 | My conscience likewise striken was, | |
with pricke of great remorse, | ||
And conscience mine unquiet was, | ||
till grace the same did force, | ||
23 | And make me knowledge al my faults | Verse.5. |
that I had done to thee; | Delictum meum cognitum | |
Thus hath thy grace made me confesse, | tibi feci, & iniustitiam | |
all mine iniquitie.
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Lord when against my selfe I spake, | Dixi: confitebor adversum & tu | |
shewing what I had bin, | me iniustiam meam domino, | |
Thou Lord, forwith didst cleane remis | remissisti impietatem | |
my wickednesse and sin. | peccati mei. | |
2 | So soone as I determind was, | |
no longer them to hide, | ||
Thou Lord straight way forgavest me, | ||
my faith the same hath tride, | ||
3 | And yet my voice was in my mouth, | |
thine eare was in my heart; | ||
Thus hath thy mercie clensed me | ||
throughout in every part. | ||
4 | Thou art more ready to forgive, |
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than we are to confesse, | ||
So that we do our selves accuse | ||
and shew our guiltinesse. | ||
5 | Some blame the divel as cause of sin, | |
some destinie do blame, | ||
Some other saie complexion theirs | ||
cannot avoid the same; | ||
6 | But, Lord, I leave such vaine excuse, | |
and with the prophet saie, | ||
Its I O Lord that do offend, | ||
its I, I not denaie; | ||
7 | Its I my selfe that wrought
this wo, |
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through mine iniquitie, | ||
Its I O Lord, and not the devil, | ||
nor yet my destiny: | ||
8 | Yet by thy sufferance, Lord, they may | |
onelie entise a man; | ||
But to inforce or him compell, | ||
that do they never can. | ||
9 | Wherefore good Lord, my sickly soule | |
to health againe restore. | ||
For this ought all thy holy ones | Verse.6. | |
to praie in time therefore. | Pro hac orabit ad te omnis | |
10 | This is the time in which
thou wilt, |
sanctus, in tempore opportune. |
give eare when we do cal; | ||
For after this no time there is | ||
thou wilt us heare at all. | ||
11 | This is the time, Lord thee to seeke, | |
while that thou maist be found, | ||
This is the time thou wilt us heare, | ||
and keepe us safe and sound | ||
12 | From rage of many waterflouds, | Verumtamen in diluvio |
that with tempations flo; | aquarum multarum, | |
And from the proud and wicked sort, | ad eum non approximat | |
with manie troubles mo. | ||
13 | These shal no time approch
to us, |
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to do us any harme; | ||
For why thy grace shal beat them backe | ||
by strength of mighty arme. | ||
14 | Although amid this water floud | |
of surging waves of sin, | ||
We tossed be among the rocks, | ||
yet are not drownd therein. | ||
15 | For thou, O Lord, art my refuge | Verse.7. |
from troubles al that be, | Tu es refugium meum | |
And though tempations of the world | a tribulatione, | |
about have compast me; | quae circumdedit me, | |
16 | I not regard inticements theirs, |
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nor threats that they shal make: | ||
For why my faith assureth mo | ||
that thou my part wilt take. | ||
17 | Thou Lord art only my defense, | |
my joy is al in thee, | exaltatio mea, erue me | |
Thou shalt me compasse round about, | a circumdantibus me. | |
and safe deliver me. | ||
18 | The tabernacle of my soule | |
is round about me set | ||
With enemies, such as do seeke | ||
mine hinderance and let. | ||
19 | But yet, O Lord thy providence |
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shal me deliver still, | ||
And from al dangers me defend, | ||
after thy holy wil. | ||
20 | Thou wil informe and shew to me | |
the way that I shal go: | Verse.8. | |
This life is but a pilgrimage | Intellectum tibi dabo | |
I passe in to and fro. | & instruam te in via hac, | |
21 | Of this way Lord, thou art the end, | qua gradieris: |
and marke whereat I shoot. | ||
Grant that I may this voiage passe, | ||
and foes of mine confute; | ||
22 | And in the running of my course, |
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my faith so strong may be, | ||
That I may have one of those games | ||
of immortalitie. | ||
23 | Thus shal thine eie of strong defence | firmabo super te oculos meos. |
on me be fixed sure, | ||
And I with joie shal able be | ||
this travel to indure. | ||
24 | For Lord if thou shouldst turne thy face | |
or cast thine eie aside, | ||
I should not able be to run, | ||
nor labor this abide. | ||
25 | But should be as the horse
and mule |
Verse.9. |
that understanding want: | Nolite fieri sicut equus & mulus, | |
Such of thy grace, faith, and good works, | quibus non est intellectus | |
Both barren be and scant. | in camo & freno maxillas | |
26 | They are both too proud and scornfull eke, | eorum constringe, qui |
thy lawes to hold and keepe, | non approximat ad te. | |
The lusts and pleasures of the flesh | ||
so lulleth them asleepe, | ||
27 | But yet the mouthes of such wild beasts | |
thou Lord with bit and brake | ||
Shalt snaffle them with chaine and curbe, | ||
that do thee so forsake. | ||
28 | For great and many are the
plagues |
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of those that sinners be, | ||
By meanes whereof a number, Lord, | ||
are turned unto thee. | ||
29 | And thou, O lord, that didst the plage | |
for their correction, | ||
Wilt also give them comfort great, | ||
and consolation. | ||
30 | And he that trusteth in the Lord, | |
he shall be compast in | ||
With mercie and remission | ||
of all his former sin. | ||
31 | Be glad therefore ye righteous,
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and in the Lord rejoise: | ||
For he by grace hath made you just, | ||
through his most loving choise: | ||
32 | Which were before stifnecked, proud, | |
now gentle meeke and mild; | ||
Not by your merits, but by grace, | ||
as father to his child. | ||
33 | Al ye that be upright of heart, | |
in God rejoice also; | ||
And to his will submit your will, | ||
in anguish, paine, and wo. | ||
34 | And as S. Paule th’ Apostle was | |
made great in his distresse, | ||
So Lord in all extremitie | ||
grant the like successe, Amen. |
Domine ne in furore. Psal. 38
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The first part.
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Within my soule, O Lord, | ||
doe manie troubles spring, | ||
Sometime by feare of punishment, | ||
that temprall things may bring: | ||
2 | Which happen may to me , | |
while I this life abide, | ||
For mine offenses done to thee, | ||
which cannot pass unspide: | ||
3 | Sometime, O Lord, by feare | |
of sicknes and disease, | ||
Which here we suffer for his guilt, | ||
that first did thee displease: | ||
4 | Sometime againe by feare | |
of death that follow must, | ||
Which in a time unlooked for | ||
shall al consume to dust: | ||
5 | And last by feare, O Lord, |
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of everlasting paine, | ||
Which I by sin have well deservd, | ||
therein for to remaine. | ||
6 | But yet, O blessed Lord, | |
when thou shalt angrie be, | Verse.1. | |
In furie thine correct me not, | Domine ne in furore tu | |
nor poure thy wrath on me. | arguas me, neque in ira | |
7 | And though thy bow be bent, | tua corripias me. |
with arrow set therein, | ||
And ready thou my soule to wound, | ||
for my commited sin: | ||
8 | Yet let thy mercie move | |
with ruth on me I crave; | ||
Because thou knowest I cannot give | ||
the thing that I not have. | ||
9 | For thou must first me give, |
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Yet I can give to thee; | ||
For of my selfe and from my selfe, | ||
comes but iniquitie. | ||
10 | Thine arrowes I confesse, | Verse.2. |
so deepe
have pearst my heart, |
Quoniam sagittae tuae | |
That medcine none, ne other craft, | in fixae sunt mihi, | |
can sever them apart. | ||
11 | For if by craft I might | |
these wounds make whole againe, | ||
And so escape eternal death, | ||
and everlasting paine; | ||
12 | My feare should be the lesse, | |
my joy a great deal more: | ||
But thou, O Lord, the leach must be, | ||
for sicknesse mine and sore. | ||
13 | Thine hands thou hast inforst
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& confirmasti super me |
so heavy upon me, | manum tuam. | |
As death with dart I know right well, | ||
cannot avoided be. | ||
14 | O death, unto the man | |
that substance hath at wil, | ||
How sharpe and bitter is thy dart, | ||
when thou comst him to kill? | ||
15 | Lord in my flesh I feele, | Verse.3. |
no health there is at all: | Non est sanitas in carne mea | |
For when I think most sure to stand, | ||
I rediest am to fall. | ||
16 | But blessed are those men, |
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which never did offend | ||
In sinfull lusts; but have themselves | ||
kept cleane unto the end. | ||
17 | For in their soules they find | |
great quietnesse and rest, | ||
And every thing they take in hand, | ||
doth turne unto the best: | ||
18 | But contrarie to those, | |
that spend the daie and night, | ||
In exercise of wickednesse, | ||
and take therein delight. | ||
19 | For they in conscience feele |
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such busines, broile, and strife, | ||
That for to thinke upon their sin, | ||
a hel is to their life. | ||
20 | O Lord, among those sort, | |
my selfe have gone astraie, | ||
And from the face of anger thine, | a facie irae tuae | |
could never flee awaie. | ||
21 | Yet thou hast suffered me, | |
and given me grace at last, | ||
For to acknowledge al my faults, | ||
and wicked life now past. | ||
22 | My bones were void of rest,
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non est pax ossibus |
by reason of my sin: | meis a facie peccatorum | |
And all my bodie greeved was, | ||
without and eke within. | ||
23 | Sinne may wel be comparde | |
unto a serpent vile, | ||
Which with his bodie, head, and taile, | ||
doth manie one begile, | ||
24 | For where the serpents head, | |
to enter doth begin | ||
There al the bodie with the taile, | ||
apace comes sliding in. | ||
25 | The motion first to sinne, |
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unto the head applie, | ||
And when the heart consents thereto, | ||
then is the bodie nie. | ||
26 | The fact once being done, | |
then is the serpents taile | ||
With head and bodie entred in, | ||
where he must needs prevaile. | ||
27 | For why this serpent sinne | Verse.4. |
so high himselfe doth reare, | Quoniam iniquitates meae | |
Above mine head, the weight of whom | super gressae sunt caput | |
is more then I can beare. | meum, & sicut onus grave | |
28 | And this by sufferance came, |
gravitae sunt super me. |
by licence that I gave, | ||
This serpents head into my soule | ||
his entrance first to have, | ||
29 | For now hath he brought in | |
his bodie, taile, and al; | ||
And therwith doth charge my soule | ||
that she is like to fal. | ||
30 | The burthen is so great, | |
that many times (alas) | ||
She is compeld to do the thing | ||
she would not bring to passe. | ||
31 | Too hard it is for me |
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this serpent to compel, | ||
It must be thou O mightie king, | ||
the strength of Israel. | ||
32 | Thou that the divels dravest forth | |
out of the men possest, | ||
Vouchsafe this serpent to expel, | ||
and set my soule at rest. | ||
33 | Thy grace must work in me | Verse.5. |
to be contrite in hart, | Putruerent & corruptae | |
And this from thee to me must come, | sunt cicatrices meae, | |
withouten my desart. | a facie insipientiae meae. | |
34 | My bones corrupted are, |
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and putrifide so sore, | ||
By reason of my follied past, | ||
that was in me therefore. | ||
35 | The marks of mine old sins, | |
doo rotten waxe againe, | ||
And fresh and greene they doo appeare, | ||
to further more my paine. | ||
36 | By reason of my sinne, | Verse.6. |
I am a wretch become, | Miser facuts sum & | |
Setting my mind on earthly thing, | curvatus usque in finem, | |
like beast both brute and dum. | ||
37 | And crooked am I made, |
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unto the very end; | ||
The daie throughout continuallie | tota die contri status | |
with wo and greefe I spend. | ingrediebar | |
38 | Because I am throwne down, | |
and not compeld thereto; | ||
No violence did me inforce | ||
thus wickedly to doo. | ||
39 | It was my will, which led | |
intelligence awry. | ||
And that which reason willed me, | ||
the same did I denie, | ||
40 | Will is the
middle part, |
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Lord of my soule I know: | ||
And I my will for to exalt | ||
did reason overthrow. | ||
41 | Whereby my loines are ful, | Verse.7. |
that is, my flesh to saie, | Quoniam lumbi mei | |
Repleat is with illusiouns, | impleti sunt illusionibus, | |
that me deceive alwaie. | ||
42 | Ah wicked flesh of mine, | |
that doth my soule intise; | ||
Thou hurtst thy selfe, offendst my God, | ||
by thy lewd exercise. | ||
43 | And by this lust of mine, |
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no health is in my flesh, | et non est sanitas in | |
For sin my soule and body greeves | carne mea. | |
still day by daie afresh. | ||
44 | My soule tormented is, | |
by sight of mind uncleane; | ||
My bodie weake and feeble brought, | ||
through lust made bare and leane, | ||
45 | Thus I afflicted sore, | Verse.8. |
and weary low am brought, | Affictus sum, & humiliatus | |
And am a bondman unto sinne, | sum nimis, | |
in word, in deede, and thought. | ||
46 | This sinne so setled is, |
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that it will not depart, | ||
Which causeth me To rore and crie | rogiebam a gemitu cordis mei. | |
with sorrow from my hart, | ||
47 | O Lord the great desire, | Verse.9. |
that doth proceed from me, | Domine, ante te omne | |
And mourning much that I do make | desiderium meum, gemitus | |
not hidden is from thee. | meus a te non est absconditus. | |
48 Thy sight is of great strength, | ||
for end thereof is none, | ||
And be the distance nere so far, | ||
thy power and strength is one. | ||
49 | Thy sight, O God, attains |
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to distant al that bee, | ||
And makes no change of more or lesse, | ||
as is with us we see. | ||
50 | My heart is troubled sore, | Verse.10. |
my strength is gone me fro; | Cor meum conturbatum est, | |
Likewise the sight of both mine eies, | dereliquit me virtus mea, | |
from me is gone also. | & lumen oculorum meorum, | |
51 | The tribulations great, | & ipsum non est mecum. |
wherewith my sinful hart | ||
Is vext, and troubled night and daie, | ||
about in everie part: | ||
52 | Is, Lord, for feare of thee, |
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and of thy punishment, | ||
Which thou shalt render unto me, | ||
for this my life mispent. | ||
53 | O Lord, remove from me, | |
this cloudie mist of mine, | ||
And with thy grace and mercy mixt | ||
annoint my dusked eine; | ||
54 | That I the way may see, | |
wherein thou hast delight, | ||
And in the same my steps direct, | ||
to walke both daie and night, Amen.
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My wretchednes, O Lord, |
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is more then may be said; | ||
Its not alone the greefe of hart, | ||
that maketh me dismaid. | ||
2 | Ne feeblnes of strength, | |
deprest with vices all, | ||
Nor in the blindnesse of my soule, | ||
which readie is to fall, | ||
3 | But otherwise it coms, | |
and stil increaseth more, | ||
That is, where I thought comfort find, | Verse.11. | |
is turned to my sore. | Amici mei & proxime | |
4 | My friends and neighbors
Lord, |
mei adversum me |
in whom I put my trust, | appropinquaverunt & | |
Against me altogither stood, | steterunt. | |
and shewd themselves unjust, | ||
5 | And they that stood me next, | Verse.12. |
far off got them away: | Et qui juxta me erant, | |
And such as waited for my life, | de longe steterunt. | |
set on me as a praie. | Et vim faciebant | |
6 | The force of wicked feends, | qui quarebant |
O Lord, is verie strong: | ||
No earthly power is like to theirs, | ||
if thou them suffer long | ||
7 | To exercise their force, |
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on sinners al that bee, | ||
Not one among ten thousand shal | ||
be left alive to thee. | ||
8 | They study to deceive; | |
by worldly pleasures vaine, | ||
And joies such as the flesh desires, | ||
to bring us endlesse paine. | ||
9 | These Lord have sought for me, | Et qui inquirebant mala & |
and wrought me ill the while, | mihi, locuti sunt vanitates, | |
And with deceitfull vanities, | dolos tota die meditabantur. | |
did daily me beguile. | ||
10 | Lord many times I feele, |
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when I thus tempted am, | ||
Such pleasures spring, I joy thereat, | ||
not looking whence they came. | ||
11 | Or at the least, O Lord, | |
I would not understand, | ||
Ne see the snares for me were laid, | ||
to bring me underhand. | ||
12 | The pleasures of the flesh | |
so sweet sounds in mine eare, | ||
That what is spoken there against, | ||
I list not for to heare. | ||
13 | But as one being deafe,
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Verse.13. |
with silence passe away, | Ego autem tamquam | |
And as a man that dumbe is borne, | surdus non audiebam, | |
have not a word to say. | & sicut mutus non apriens os | |
14 | Indeed I must confesse | |
my selfe I have not sought, | ||
Nor spake against my wickednesse, | ||
in such sort as I ought. | ||
15 | But as one deafe and dumbe, | Verse.14. |
that sin no time would blame, | Et factus sum sicut homo | |
Ye open would mine eares to heare, | non audiens, & non | |
how to avoid the same. | habens in ore suo | |
16 | Yet true it is, O Lord, |
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let man his faults confesse, | ||
With sighs and sorrow from his hart, | ||
he did thy lawes transgresse. | ||
17 | Yea let him do his best, | |
and satisfaction make; | ||
And yet if he be void of hope, | ||
thou wilt him sure forsake. | ||
18 | For Judas sorrow made, | |
when he had thee betraid, | ||
And did restore the silver backe, | ||
and downe againe it laid. | ||
19 | He openly confest, |
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he sinned greevouslie, | ||
In that he had falslie betraid | ||
the innocent to die; | ||
20 | And wanting hope, we see, | |
into despaire he fel, | ||
And hangd himselfe upon a tree, | ||
among the ravens to dwel. | ||
21 | Hope is the gift, O Lord, | |
that from thy grace proceeds, | ||
And grace brings faith, and faith brings love | ||
from which brings fruitfull deeds. | ||
22 | And for because that I |
Verse.15. |
did alwaies hope in thee, | Quoniam in te domine | |
Thou wilt me heare, O Lord my god, | speravi, tu exaudies me | |
and safe deliver me. | domine deus meus. | |
23 | My hope is firmely fixt, | |
and cannot be remoovde; | ||
Because thy grace assureth me, | ||
my faith is not reproovde. | ||
24 | Thus have I said, O Lord, | Verse.16. |
least any time at all, | Quia dixi : nequando | |
Mine enemies should over me | super gaudeant mihi | |
triumph to see me fall. | inimici mei, & dum | |
25 | For whiles my feet did
slide, |
commoventur pedes mei, |
against me much they spake; | super me magna locuti sunt. | |
That is to saie, whiles my desires, | ||
the waie to sinne did take, | ||
26 | And were from thee remoovde | |
to follow lothsome lust; | ||
Then did mine enemies rejoice, | ||
to see me in the dust. | ||
27 | But Lord, I me submit, | |
unto thy discipline, | ||
And meekely take correction thine, | ||
for old offences mine. | ||
28 | And have my selfe prepard
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Verse.17. |
unto the whip of paine, | Quoniam ego in flagella | |
Whereby my griefe and dolour may | paratus sum, & dolor | |
stil in my sight remaine. | meus in conspectu meo semper. | |
29 | And Lord thou knowest of old, | |
there is no good in me; | ||
Not one man good upon the earth, | ||
not one seeke after thee. | ||
30 | Among thy chosen sort, | |
unfaithfulnes was found, | ||
Likewise among thy angles bright | ||
were thousands cast to ground: | ||
31 | Then how much more, alas, |
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of wretches such as I, | ||
That dwel in houses made of clay, | ||
must sinne continuallie? | ||
32 | I will confesse to thee | Verse.18. |
all mine ungodlinesse, | Quoniam iniquitatem | |
And for my sinnes wil take more thought | meam annuntioabo, & | |
than any can expresse. | cogitabo pro peccato meo. | |
33 | And yet O Lord thy grace | |
must worke this goode in me; | ||
By which I stedfastlie beleeve | ||
I chosen am of thee. | ||
34 | For now by grace I mind |
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my sinfull life amend, | ||
And unto vertue will applie | ||
my selfe unto the end. | ||
35 | I see the follies past, | |
wherein I tooke delight, | ||
To be both vile, wicked and nought, | ||
and odious in thy sight. | ||
36 | And though my foes do live, | Verse.19. |
and over me made strong, | Inimici autem mei vivunt, | |
And they which hated me are great | & confirmati sunt super me, | |
and do me troble wrong: | & multiplicati sunt qui | |
37 | No marvel it’s, O Lord, |
oderunt me inique. |
for why they mighty be, | ||
And are except thy grace assist, | ||
too strong alwaies for me. | ||
38 | They have long time devisd | |
deceitful crafty gins, | ||
And by the same have overthrowne | ||
the strongest in their sins. | ||
39 | If any time I flee | |
repentance for to find, | ||
Then one of these malicious spirits | ||
assaileth straight my mind; | ||
40 | And with deviles new, |
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and fraude that be unknowne | ||
He craftilie doth me subdue, | ||
and so makes me his owne. | ||
41 | Thus Lord when I am bent, | Verse.20. |
thy goodnesse to pursue, | Qui retribuunt mala pro bonis, | |
Mine enemies do me detract, | detrahebant mihi, | |
and breed my bale anew. | quoniam sequebar baritatem | |
42 | The wicked feend (alas) | |
doth many times me greeve; | ||
The world also doth follow me | ||
the daies I have to live. | ||
43 | The flesh doth me provoke |
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with lust both lewd and nought: | ||
Thus by these three mine enemies | ||
I am in thraldome brought. | ||
44 | Yet, Lord, forsake me not, | |
ne let thy grace depart; | ||
Least that mine enemies unwares | ||
do thorough pearse mine hart. | ||
45 | And though sometime, O Lord, | |
thy preference thou withdraw, | ||
Whereby the feend may entrance make | ||
and bring me more in aw. | ||
46 | Yet Lord, thy grace restore |
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to me poore wretch againe, | ||
That I thereby may him resist, | ||
to make his travel vaine. | ||
47 | Give heed therefore my God, | |
which art my helpe and health, | ||
Whose mercy and whose goodnes shewd | ||
is to my soule cheefe wealth, | ||
48 | Give temporal health, O Lord, | |
as unto thee seemes best, | ||
And to my soule thy saving health, | ||
in heaven with thee may rest, Amen. |
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frumps:
mocking speech or action; a derisive snort (OED).
wight: person (OED).
Vale: “Farewell” (Latin).
attierd: attired.
weed: clothing, apparel (OED).
pall: fine or rich cloth (OED). purple:
the distinguishing color of the dress of royalty (OED).
one proud thought: reference to Lucifer,
who was cast down from Heaven for his pride.
from heaven to slide and fall: Is. 14:12
Upon them both, and on their seed: Gen.
3:17-23.
Corah, Dathan, and Abiron: Deut. 11:6.
seventie
thousand men: 2 Sam. 24:10-16.
concupiscence: libidinous desire, lust
(OED).
child of wrath and death: Ps. 51:5.
When he upon the water went: Matt. 14:29-31.
the Leaper clensed was: Matt. 8:2-3.
Peters mother raised up: Matt. 8:14-15.
the faithfull Cananite: Mark 7:26-30.
three loaves of bread: Matt. 7:7-8;
Luke 11:9-10.
if we knocke thou open wilt: Luke 13:25-27.
assind: assigned.
wise: manner (OED).
I doo my faults confesse: Ps. 32:5.
faire in face . . . in his taile a sting lies
hid: Allegory of Deceit; Hunnis combines the allegory with an allusion
to Gen. 3 (i.e. “a serpent”).
maine: force, strength (OED).
deth: death.
the feend: the devil.
behold the light: John 1:3-4.
guide my feet: Luke 1:79.
through faith / the sinner is made just:
Rom. 3:21-26.
forgive the trespasses / which I have doone to
thee: Matt. 6:12.
dissembling: deceiving, hypocritical
(OED).
thou wast: you were.
hir: her; refers to the soul.
knowledge: acknowledge.
remis: remiss;resolve, mitigate (OED).
shew: show.
complexion: reference to the “humours”
(choleric, melancholic, sanguine, and phlegmatic), which were believed to determine
one’s temperment.
denaie: deny.
mo: more.
let: hindrance, obstruction (OED).
turne thy face: 2 Chron. 6:42.
eke: also (OED).
snaffle: restrain or guide
with a bridle (OED).
S. Paule th’ Apostle: St. Paul
suffered physical affliction, and was repeatedly jailed and persecuted during
his ministry. See 1. Cor. 12: 7-11, and Acts 21-28.
temprall: temporal.
first did thee displease: reference
to Adam.
ruth: pity; compassion (OED).
leach: leech; a physician; a term often
applied to God or Christ (OED).
inforst: enforced.
busines: business; mischievous or impertinent
activity (OED). broile: broil; a confused disturbance; tumult (OED).
nie: nigh; near (OED).
dravest: drove.
desart: desert; deserving
(OED).
greene: green; recent,
unhealed, raw (OED).
the middle part . . . reason:
Plato divided the soul into three parts, the lower and higher impulses, and
the middle part logostikon (“reason”) which can calculate
the effects and act as a guide or advisor. In its purest form soul was nous
(“intelligence”), communicable with the divine (cf. Rep. 439aff;
Phaedrus 245c-246d).
bondman: slave (OED).
nere: never.
praie: prey.
restore the silver backe: Matt. 27:3.
hangd himselfe: Matt. 27:4-7.
Hope is the gift:Eph. 2:8.
dwel in houses made of clay: Job 4:19.
I chosen am of thee: Eph.
1.
gins: cunning stratagems, tricks (OED).
bale: evil in its passive aspect; physical
suffering, torment (OED).
nought:
worth nothing, of no value (OED).
three: i.e. the devil, the world, and
the flesh.
aw: awe; immediate and active fear;
terror, dread (OED).
travel: labour, toil (OED).
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