Psal 38 (MS. Fairfax 40, The Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford)
Transcription
Lord in thy furious wrath doe nott corect
Nor yitt in thyn anger chastise thou mee
And Ô In my soule thyn arrowes deep are stickt
And In my flesh for sin noe rest can bee
Ô it is sin that is the cause of this
The wound that so offends through foolishness
This makes my days consume away in greefe
I troubled thus goe bowing to the ground
Wth festred sores in me thers noe releefe
My broken boones noe rest for groning found
Thou knowes all this my sights doth itt reueale
My hart growes faint eyes wth dimness faile
They stood att distance did to me relaite
Myn enimys did mischeuous things deuise
I silent keept as one ne're hard or speaeaoke
My patience such as I made noe replies
But heare me Lord least that when I doe faile
Reioysing thinke t'was they that did preuaile
Alas when many sorrowes I am in
How soon to haulting doe I then incline
But I'le confess my faults wth greefe my sin
Though men doe hait me when I good designe
Leaue me not Lord when I am most in need
Thou art my help ô saue me Lord with speed
Modernized Text
Lord, in thy furious wrath do not correct,
Nor yet in thine anger chastise thou me.
Oh, in my soul thine arrows deep are sticked,
And in my flesh for sin no rest can be.
Oh, it is sin that is the cause of this,
The wound that so offends through foolishness.
This makes my days consume away in grief:
I troubled thus go bowing to the ground.
With festered sores in me there's no relief;
My broken bones no rest for groaning found.
Thou knows all this; my sight doth it reveal.
My heart grows faint, eyes with dimness fail.
They stood at distance did to me relate
Mine enemies mischievious things devise.
I silent kept as one ne'er heard, or spoke
My patience such as I made no replies.
But hear me, Lord, lest that when I do fail,
Rejoicing think t'was they that did prevail.
Alas, when many sorrows I am in,
How soon to halting do I then incline.
But I'll confess my faults with greefe, my sin,
Though men do hate me when I good design.
Leave me not, Lord, when I am most in need:
Thou art my help. Oh save me, Lord, with speed!
