Psal 69 (MS. Fairfax 40, The Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford)
Transcription
Saue Lord my soule wch waters are surround
Plungéd deepe in mire no wher my feet can sett
The' flood or'e whelme me in danger to be droun'd
My fainting sperit Lord noe releefe can gitt
Though thers noe cause my haiters they are more
Then on my head the haires that can be told
In what they doe they are not to be contrould
What I tooke not away, forst was I to restore
I know my folly vnto thee's nott hid
What sins conceald thy percing eye doth seet
For my cause Lord to shame let none be led
Nor none that seekes thee wth disgraces meet
For thy sake Lord I wth reproaches dwell
Shame cloath's my face as wtha scarlet die
As an aliant to my brethren so strange was I
Transport wth zeale on me reproaches fell
When I wth sorrow did my selfe aflict
And fasting I did mourning weeds put on
My name a by word was, reproach sorne am to the' abiect
But heare me Lord in thyne accepted time
In mercy Lord give eare to my desire
O draw me out sunke thus wthin the mire
And From my oppressors Foes let me deliverance fin'e
Let not the sweling floods or'e me preuaile
Nor deuoring raging deepes or'e me its billowes roule
Let not the pitt me in its mouth impaile
In thy goodness heare in mercy gard my soule
When I'me in trouble straits let not thy pleasing face
From me be hid wth speedy help draw nigh
Redeeme my soule Lord from the enimy
Who seekes my shame reproach & my disgrace
My hart wth greefe & shame did sinke
Yitt my sad case in none compassion bred
They gaue me gall & vineger to drinke
In trap them Lord wth snaires ther table spred
Wth horred blindness shut ther eyes from light
And let that horror make ther loynes to quake
Let in ther borders be perpetual night
Heap sin on sin till itt become dispaire
That cruell vse whom thoust dost sadly smitt
Where thou did'st wound they talke addeds sorrow ther
In booke of life let nott ther names be writt
But I am poor me sadest thoughts opress
Raise Lord my drouping sperits to life againe
Wth songs of prayse I'le magnifie thy name
T'shall putlease thee more then houfd or horned beats
Modernized Text
Save, Lord, my soul which waters are surround.
Plungéd deep in mire, nowhere my feet can set.
Th' flood o'erwhelm me in danger to be drowned;
My fainting spirit no relief can get.
Though there's no cause, my haters they are more
Than on my head the hairs that can be told,
In what they do are not to be controlled,
What I took not away, first was to restore.
I know my folly unto thee's not hid;
What sins concealed thy piercing eye doth see't.
For my cause, Lord, to shame let none be led,
Nor none that seeks thee with disgraces meet.
For thy sake, Lord, I with reproaches dwell;
Shame clothes my face as with a scarlet die.
As alien to my brethren so was I;
Transport with zeal on me reproaches fell.
When I with sorrow did myself afflict,
And fasting I did mourning weeds put on,
My name a byword, s[c]orn am to th' abject.
But hear me, Lord, in thine accepted time;
In mercy, Lord, give ear to my desire;
O draw me out, sunk thus within the mire
And from my foes let me deliverance find.
Let not the swelling floods o'er me prevail,
Nor raging deepes o'er me its billows roll;
Let not the pit me in its mouth impail.
In goodness hear, in mercy guard my soul.
When I'm in straits, let not thy pleasing face
From me be hid: with speedy help draw nigh.
Redeem my soul, Lord, from the enemy
Who seeks my shame, reproach and my disgrace.
My heart with grief and shame did sink,
Yet my sad case in none compassion bred:
They gave me gall and vinegar to drink.
Entrap them, Lord, with snares their table spread.
With horrid blindness shut their eyes from light,
And let that horror make ther looins to quake;
Let in their borders be perpetual night.
Heap sin on sin till it become dispair;
That cruel use whom thou dost sadly smite:
Where thou did'st wound, the talk adds sorrow there.
In book of life let not ther names be writ.
But I am poor: me saddest thoughts oppress.
Raise, Lord, drooping spirits to life again.
With songs of prayse I'll magnify thy name!
T'shall please thee more than hoofed or hornéd beasts.
