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1 A wyse instruction of Ethan the Ezrachite. I wyll sing alwayes of the mercy of God: with my mouth I wyll make knowen thy trueth from one generation to another. 2 For I sayde, mercy shall for euer endure: thou hast established thy trueth in the heauens. 3 I haue made a couenaunt with my chosen: I haue sworne vnto Dauid my seruaunt. 4 I wyll establishe thy seede for euer: and buylde vp thy throne from generation to generation. Selah. 5 O God, the very heauens shall confesse thy wonderous workes: and thy trueth in the congregation of saintes. 6 For who is he in the cloudes that shal matche God: and who is like vnto God amongst the children gods? 7 God is very terrible in the assemblie of saintes: and to be feared aboue al them that are about him. 8 O God, Lorde of hoastes, who is like vnto thee a most mightie Lorde: and thy trueth is on euery side thee. 9 Thou rulest the ragyng of the sea: when her waues aryse, thou delayest them. 10 Thou hast brought Egypt in so bad a case as if it were wounded: thou hast scattered thyne enemies abrode with thy mightie arme. 11 The heauens are thine, the earth also is thine: thou hast layde the foundation of the rounde worlde, and of all the plentie that is therin. 12 Thou hast made the north and the south: Tabor and Hermon do reioyce in thy name. 13 Thou hast a mightie arme: thy hand is strong, and thy right hand is exalted. 14 Iustice and iudgement is the foundation of thy throne: mercy and trueth shall go before thy face. 15 Blessed is the people that knoweth a triumphant noyse: O God, they shall walke in the light of thy countenaunce. 16 They shall make them selues merie dayly in thy name: and in thy righteousnes they shall exalt them selues. 17 For thou art the glory of their strength: and in thy louing kindnes thou wylt lift vp our hornes. 18 For our shielde is of God: and our king is of the most holy of Israel. 19 Thou hast spoken somtimes in visions vnto thy saintes: and hast sayde, I haue added ayde vpon the mightie, I haue exalted one chose out of the people. 20 I haue founde Dauid my seruaunt: I haue annoynted him with myne holye oyle. 21 Therfore my hande shalbe assured vnto him: and mine arme shall strengthen hym. Psalms 89:1-21, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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