Psalms 19

Matthew(i) 1 To the chaunter, a Psalm of Dauid. The very heauens declare the glory of God, and the very firmament sheweth his handy worcke. 2 One daye telleth another, and one nyght certifyeth another. 3 There is neyther speach ner language, but their voices are hard among them. 4 Their sounde is gone oute into all landes, and their wordes into the endes of the worlde. 5 In them hathe he sette a tabernacle for the Sunne, whych commeth forthe as a brydegrome out of his chamber, and reioyseth as a giaunt to runne his course. 6 It goeth forth from the one ende of the heauen, and runneth aboute vnto the same ende agayne, and there maye no man hyde hym selfe from the heate therof. 7 The lawe of the Lorde is a perfecte lawe it quickeneth the soule. The testimonye of the Lorde is true, and geueth wisdome euen vnto babes. 8 The statutes of the Lord are ryght, and reioyse the hert: the commaundement of the lord is pure, and geueth lyght vnto the eyes. 9 The feare of the Lorde is cleane, and endureth for euer: the iudgementes of the Lord are true and ryghtuous altogether. 10 More pleasaunt are they then golde, yea then much fyne golde: sweter then hony and the hony combe. 11 These thy seruaunt kepeth, & for kepynge of them there is great reward. 12 Who can tell, how oft he offendeth? Oh clense thou me fro my secrete fautes. 13 Kepe the seruaunt also from presumptuous synnes, lest they get the dominion ouer me: so shall I be vndefyled and innocent from the greate offence. 14 Yea the words of my mouth and the meditacion of my herte shalbe acceptable vnto the, O Lorde, my helper and my redemer.