Psalm 18 Bishops' Bible 1568
From Textus Receptus
Psa 18:1 <To the chiefe musition the seruaunt of God, and of Dauid who spake vnto God the wordes of this song in the day that God deliuered him from the hande of all his enemies, and from the hande of Saul: And he sayde.> (18:1a) I wyll entirely loue thee O God my strength, Psa 18:2 (18:1b) God is my stony rocke & my fortresse, and my delyuerer: my Lorde, my castell in whom I wyll trust, my buckler, the horne of my saluation, & my refuge. Psa 18:3 (18:2) I wyll call vpon God, who is most worthy to be praysed: so I shall be safe from myne enemies. Psa 18:4 (18:3) The panges of death haue compassed me about: and the outragiousnes of the wicked haue astonyed me with feare. Psa 18:5 (18:4) The panges of a graue haue compassed me about: the snares of death ouertoke me. Psa 18:6 (18:5) But in this my distresse I dyd call vppon God, and I made my complaynt vnto my Lorde: he hearde my voyce out of his temple, and my crye came before his face, euen vnto his eares. Psa 18:7 (18:6) The earth trembled and quaked: the very foundations of the hylles tottered and shooke, because he was wroth. Psa 18:8 (18:7) In his anger a smoke ascended vp: and a fire out of his mouth dyd cosume, and euery cole therof dyd set a fire. Psa 18:9 (18:8) He bowed the heauens also, and he came downe: and it was darke vnder his feete. Psa 18:10 (18:9) He ridde vpon the Cherub, and he dyd flee: he came fleeyng vpon the wynges of the wynde. Psa 18:11 (18:10) For his secrete place he dyd put darkenesse: and for his pauilion rounde about hym, he dyd put darknesse of waters in cloudes of the ayre. Psa 18:12 (18:11) His cloudes, haylestones, and coles of fire: fell downe before hym after lyghtnyng. Psa 18:13 (18:12) God also thundred out of heauen: and the most hyghest made his voyce to sounde, haylestones, and coles of fire. Psa 18:14 (18:13) He shot out his arrowes, and scattered them: he cast foorth much lyghtnynges, and destroyed them. Psa 18:15 (18:14) And the bottomes of waters appeared, and the foundations of the rounde worlde were discouered at thy chidyng, O God: at the blast of the breath of thine anger. Psa 18:16 (18:15) He hath sent downe from aboue to fetch me: he hath taken me out of many waters. Psa 18:17 (18:16) He hath deliuered me from my strong enemie: and from them which hate me, for they were to stout for me. Psa 18:18 (18:17) They preuented me in the day of my trouble: but God was vnto me a sure stay. Psa 18:19 (18:18) He brought me also foorth into a place of libertie: he brought me foorth, because he had a fauour vnto me. Psa 18:20 (18:19) God rewarded me after my righteous dealyng: accordyng to the cleannesse of myne handes he recompensed me. Psa 18:21 (18:20) Because I had kept the wayes of God: and had not wickedly shronke from my God. Psa 18:22 (18:21) For all his lawes were before me: and I reiected none of his commaundementes from me. Psa 18:23 (18:22) And I was sounde & pure towardes hym: and I was weery lest I shoulde offende hym with my wickednesse. Psa 18:24 (18:23) Therfore hath God rewarded me after my righteous dealyng: and accordyng to my cleannesse of my handes in his syght. Psa 18:25 (18:24) With the holy thou wylt be holy: with a perfect man thou wylt be perfect. Psa 18:26 (18:25) With the cleane thou wylt be cleane: and with the frowarde thou wylt be frowarde. Psa 18:27 (18:26) For thou hast saued the people oppressed: and thou hast brought downe the hygh lokes of the proude. Psa 18:28 (18:27) Thou also hast lyghtened my candell: God my Lorde hath made my darknesse to be lyght. Psa 18:29 (18:28) For in thee I haue discomfited an hoast of men: and with the helpe of my Lorde I haue skipped ouer the wall. Psa 18:30 (18:29) The way of the Lorde is a perfect way, the worde of God is tryed in the fire: he is a shielde vnto all them that put their trust in hym. Psa 18:31 (18:30) For who is a Lorde besides God: or who hath any strength besides our Lorde? Psa 18:32 (18:31) It is God that hath gyrded me with valiauntnesse of warre: and he hath made my way playne. Psa 18:33 (18:32) He hath made my feete lyke Hartes feete: and he hath set me vp on hygh. Psa 18:34 (18:33) He hath taught my handes to fyght: and myne armes to breake a bowe of steele. Psa 18:35 (18:34) Thou hast geuen me the shielde of thy saluation: thy ryght hande also hath helde me vp, and through thy great gentlenesse I haue increased. Psa 18:36 (18:35) Thou hast made me roomth inough for to go on: so that my feete haue not slypt. Psa 18:37 (18:36) I haue pursued myne enemies and onertaken them: neither dyd I returne backe vntyll I had destroyed them. Psa 18:38 (18:37) I smote them downe, and they are not able to aryse: they haue taken such a fall vnder my feete. Psa 18:39 (18:38) Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto battayle: thou hast made them to bowe downe vnder me who haue rysen vp agaynst me. Psa 18:40 (18:39) Thou hast geuen me myne enemies neckes: and I haue destroyed them that hated me. Psa 18:41 (18:40) They cryed, but there was none to saue them: they cryed vnto God, but he dyd not heare them. Psa 18:42 (18:41) I dyd beat them to powder, like vnto dust in a wynde: I haue brought them as lowe as durt in the streates. Psa 18:43 (18:42a) Thou hast deliuered me from sedition of the people, and thou hast made me head of the heathen: a people whom I haue not knowen serueth me, Psa 18:44 (18:42b) assoone as they hearde of me, they obeyed me. Psa 18:45 (18:43) Children of a straunger haue made a lie vnto me: the heartes of the children of a straunger hath fayled them, and they feared in their [strong] holdes. Psa 18:46 (18:44) God lyueth, and he [is] my strength most worthy of blisse: and the Lorde of my saluation ought to be magnified. Psa 18:47 (18:45) It is God that hath geuen me power to take auengeaunce: and he hath subdued the people vnder me. Psa 18:48 (18:46) It is he that is the aucthour of my deliuerie from myne enemies: and he hath set me vp aboue them that rose agaynst me, he hath ridde me from the wicked man. Psa 18:49 (18:47) For this cause I wyll acknowledge thee O God among the gentiles: and syng psalmes vnto thy name. Psa 18:50 (18:48) Who hath wonderfull oft deliuered his kyng: and he hath done mercifully vnto Dauid his annoynted, and vnto his seede for euermore.
