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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A07923) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 25089) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1732:10) A paraphrase of the CIV. Psalme by David Murray. Murray, David, Sir, 1567-1629. [8] p. Printed by Andro Hart, Edinburgh : 1615. Reproduction of original in the University of Edinburgh. Library. eng Bible. -- O.T. -- Psalms CIV -- Paraphrases, English. eebo A paraphrase of the CIV. Psalme. By David Mvrray. Murray, David, Sir, 1615 10 1042 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2004-04 Assigned for keying and markup 2004-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-11 Sampled and proofread 2004-11 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2005-01 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

A PARAPHRASE OF THE CIV . PSALME . BY DAVID MVRRAY .

Edinburgh , Printed by ANDRO HART , ANNO DOM. 1615.

To his sacred Maiestie . THat princely Prophet whose celestiall Vaine , In sweetest Measures , & soule-charming Layes , To his deare Harpe so fealingly bewrayes Mans perfect Way to Pleasure and to Paine : Bequeath'd the Skill of his Skie-fostered Braine , ( Whilst he himselfe crownd with immortall Rayes , Of endlesse Glory rests , not fading Bayes ) Here Phoenix like to be renewd againe . And as from that Arabian Birds sweet Ashe One still proceedes of like admired Wing : The sacred Furie of best Israels King To Britanes Monarch doth so fully passe , By which inflam'd He sings , that Heauens Decree , None worthy DAVIDS Muse , & Harpe but He. Your Maiesties humble seruant , Dauid Murray .
A PARAPHRASE of the CIV . PSALME . MY Soule praise thou Iehouahs holie Name , For he is great , and of exceeding Might , Who cloth'd with Glorie , maiestie , and Fame , And couered with the garments of the light , The azure Heauen doth like a Courtaine spred , And in the depths his chalmer beames hath layd . The Clouds he makes his chariot to be , On them he wheeles the christall Skies about , And on the wings of Aeolus , doth Hee At pleasour walke ; and sends his Angels out , Swift Heraulds that doe execute his will , His words the heauens with firie lightnings fill . The Earths foundation he did firmelie place , And layd it so that it should neuer slyde , He made the Depths her round about embrace , And like a Robe her naked shores to hide , Whose waters would o'rflow the Mountains high But that they backe at his rebuke doe flie . At the dread voice of his consuming thunder , As these retire , the mountaines in the Skie Doe raise their tops , like Pyramids of wonder , And at their feet the pleasant valleys lie , And to the floods he doth prescribe a Bound , That they Earths beautie may no more confound . The fertile Plaines he doth refresh and cheare With pleasant Streames which from the Mountaines fall , To which ( to quench their Thirst ) all Beastes draw neare , Euen to the Asse whom neuer Yoake did thrall : And on the Trees by euery chrystall Spring , Heauens Quiristers doe sweetly bill and sing , The thirstie Tops of Skie-menacing Hils He from the Clouds refresheth with his Raine , And with the Goodnes of his Grace he fills The Earth , withall that doth therein remaine , He causeth her both Man and Beast to feede The wholesome Herbes , and tender Grasse to breede . The fruitfull Yuie strict-embracing Vine , To glad Mans Heart he hath ordaind and made , And giues him oyle to make his Face to shine , And to encrease his Strength , and Courage breede , The mighty Trees are nourishd by his hand , The Cedars tall in Lebanon that stand . On whose wide-spreading , high and bushie Tops , The flightering Birds may build their Nests in peace , And in the Firre that pitchie Teares foorth drops , He hath preparde the Storke a dwelling Place , The Mountaines are vnto the Goates refuge , And in the Rockes the Porcupines doe lodge . He hath appointed Seasons for the Moone , To fade , to grow , whiles faire to looke , whiles wane , And makes bright Phoebus when the Day is done , In THETIS Lappe to diue his head againe : He clowdes the Skies , and doth in Darknes pight , Ou'r all the Earth the Courtaines of the Night , Then all the beastes from out the forrest creepe , To seeke his pray the Lyon loudlie roares , The Serpents hisse , the Crocodile doth weepe , As if she wold bewaile them she deuoures , And when the Sunne returnes they all retire , And in their Dennes doe couch them selues for feare . And then doth man in safetie freelie goe , To ply his worke with diligence till Night , Thy wondrous wonders who , O Lord , can show ? The earth is filled with thy Glory bright , And thou hast stor'd the Deepe-wyd Ocean Sea , With Fish , Beasts , Monsters , nomberles that be . There doe the Winged Wooden Forts forth goe , To climbe the glassie mountaines with their Keeles , There Liuiathan wanders to and fro , And through the waltring Billows tumbling reeles , Who in that Liquid Labyrinth enclos'd Doth play and sport as thou him hast dispos'd . All liuing things , O Lord , doe wait on thee That in due season thou mayst giue them food , And thou vnfolds thy liberall hands most free And giues them euerie thing may doe them good : Thy blessings thou so plenteouslie distills , That their aboundance all things breathing fills . But if thy face thou doe withdraw in wrath , Thy creatures all then languish , grieue , and murne , Or if thou angrie take away their breath , They perish straight and into dust returne : But when thy Sprite thou sends them to renew , All fresh doth flowrish , Earth regaines her hue . In his most glorious workes let God reioyce , Who makes the Earth to tremble with a looke , Let men admire and Angels with their voice Extoll his Name whose touch makes Mountaines smooke ; To this thought-passing speech-expreslesse , Lord , While Breath extends will I still praise afford . He will receiue my humble sute in loue , And in his fauour I shall euer joye , The wicked from the Earth he will remoue , And whollie heauen-dispising wormes destroy . But whilst they buried lie in endlesse shame , My Soule praise thou Iehouahs holy Name . D. M. FINIS .