Psalms 19:1-13 ▼

1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. The heauens declare the glorie of God: and the firmament sheweth his handy worke.

2 A day occasioneth talke therof vnto a day: and a night teacheth knoweledge vnto a nyght.

3 No language, no wordes, no voyce of theirs is hearde:

4 (19:3) yet their sounde goeth into all landes, and their wordes into the endes of the worlde. (19:4) In them he hath set a tabernacle for the sunne:

5 (19:4) which commeth foorth as a bridegrome out of his chamber, and reioyceth as a giaunt to runne his course.

6 (19:5) His settyng foorth is from the vtmost part of heauen, and his circuite vnto the vtmost part therof: and there is nothing hyd from his heat.

7 (19:6) The lawe of God is perfect, conuerting the soule: the testimonie of God is sure, and geueth wisdome vnto the simple.

8 (19:7) The statutes of God are right, and reioyce the heart: the commaundement of God is pure, and geueth light vnto the eyes.

9 (19:8) The feare of God is sincere, & endureth for euer: the iudgementes of God are trueth, they be iust in all poyntes.

10 (19:9) They are more to be desired then golde, yea then much fine golde: they are also sweeter then hony and the hony combe.

11 (19:10) Moreouer, by them thy seruaunt is well aduertised: and in kepyng of them there is a great rewarde.

12 (19:11) Who can knowe his owne errours? Oh cleanse thou me from those that I am not priuie of.

13 (19:12) Kepe thy seruaunt also from presumptuous sinnes let them not raigne ouer me: so I shall be perfect & voyde from all haynous offence.