Psal 11 (MS. Fairfax 40, The Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford)
Transcription
Lord on thee my trust I lie
Then how dare they
So proudly say
As birds vp to your mountains flie
Ther Arrowes ready on stringed bow
Ther Aire they take
A shott to make
'Gainst them in thy ways rightly goe
[illegible deletion] if pillers faile on wch hopes stays
O how then can
The rightious man
Goe on[?] Find a support in his just wayes
Yitt here's ther Comfort from thy throne
Though Sett on high
The' all seeing eye
See's what is in mans is ther his owne
He tries the wicked that does [illegible deletion] wrong
The iust he will
Preserue them still
[Illegible deletion]
Casts wrath on sinners – flames among
They shall in showres of brimstone burne
But thou louest right
And the vpright
Thy face from them thou'lt neuer turne
Modernized Text
Lord, on thee my trust I lie.
Then how dare they
So proudly say,
As birds up to your mountains fly.
Their arrows ready on stringéd bow,
Their air they take
A shot to make.
'Gainst them in thy ways rightly go.
If pillars fail on which hope stays,
Oh, how then can
The righteous man
Find a support in his just ways.
Yet here's their comfort: from thy throne,
Though set on high,
Th' all seeing eye
Sees what in man is there his own.
He tries the wicked that does wrong;
The just he will
Preserve them still;
Casts wrath on sinners—flames among.
They shall in showers of brimstone burn.
But thou lovest right,
And the upright
Thy face from them thou'lt never turn.
