i'^' %# # 'y msm ^:^i mfy^M M im nk ^IK^^^Hf 4&i^ m jg' PRINCETON • NEW JERSEY •a^D- PRESENTED BY Princeton University Library X X V/ ^O o2 O ? 1 5 9 u^ IB)! Isle . T. V''Sa\m'^» • i^f ^.ai • ^h. l ;icc i \anA "i . '■' SH ■ > APR THE BOOK OF PSALMr''"^ LOWLAND SCOTCH FROM THE AUTHORISED ENGLISH VERSION. HENRY SCOTT RIDDELL. LONDON: MDCCCLVIL Of this volume we certify that only Two Hundred and Fifty Copies were printed, including- one on thick paper. ROBSON, LEVEY, AND FRANKLYN. PKINTED BV ROBSOX, LEVET, AND FRAXKLVN, Gvfiit N.w Strict and Fetter I.ane. THE BUIK 0' PSALMS. I. ^ T3LISSET is the man wlia gangsna in the cunsil c' the un- J~^ godlie; nar stan's in the waye o' sinnirs, nar sits in the settle o' the mokrifFe : 2 But his delicht is in the hiw o' the Lord; an' on his law deth he muuse deeplie baith daye and nicht. ^ 3 He sail be like ane trie sette bie the rinners o' water, that brings foret his frute in his seesen ; his leefe alsua sallna wuther ;. an' whatsaeevir he deth sail do weel. 4 The ungodlie arna sae : but ar like the caff, whilk the wuud draeives awa. 5 Therfor the ungodlie sallna stan' in the juugdemint, nar sin- nirs in the congregatione o' the richteous. 6 For the Lord kens the waye o' the richteous : but the waye o' the ungodlie sail be uutterlie schent. IL WHY do the hcasthin frennisinlie forgether, an' the peeple imagin ane vaine thing ? 2 The kings o' the yirth sete thamsel's, an' the ruulers tak' cunsil thegither agayne the Lord, an' agayne his Anainted, sayin', 3 Let us brik thair ban's asinder, an' thraw thair coords awa frae us. 4 He that sits in heaeven sail lauch : the Lord sail hae thame in skoorn. B 2 THE BUIK O PSALMS. 5 Than sail he speik untill thame in wreeth, an' veks thame in his sair displeesur. 6 But for a' this hae I sete my King apon my haly hill o' Zion. 7 I wull speik furth the decrie : the Lord heth said untill me, Thou art my Son ; this daye hae I gotten thee. 8 Ax o' me, an' I sail gie thee the heaethin for thine heirskep, an' the maist ovvt-bye pairts o' the yirth for thy haudin. 9 Thou sallt brik thame wi' ane rodd o' ern ; thou sallt basch thame intil flendirs like ane patter's vesshel. 10 Be wyse nowe therfor, O ye kings ; be instruket, ye juudges o' the yirth. 11 Ser' the Lord wi' dregedour, an' rejoyce wi' trimmlin'. 12 Kissfe the Son, in kase he be angerie, an' ye dree destruck- shon in the waye whan his wrsetli is kinlet onlie awee. 13 Blisset ar a' thaye wha pit thair trust in him. in. If Ane Psalm o' David, whan he flede frae Absalom. ORD, howe ar thaye inkresset that truble me ? Monie ar thaye that rseise up agayne me. 2 Monie ther be whilk say o' my saul, Ther is nae helpe in God for him. Selah. 3 But thou, O God, art my sheeld aroun me, my glorie, an' the upliftir o' mine heagd. 4 I cryet untill the Lord wi' my voyce, an' he heaerd me owt o' his haly bill. Selah. 5 I layde me doun an' sleepet ; I awaukenet ; for the Lord sus- teenet me. 6 I wullna be rade o' ten thousans o' people that hae sete thamesel's agayne me roun aboot. 7 Raeise up, O Lord; sanfe me, O my God; for thou best hutten a' mine enimies apon the cheikbane : thou best broken the teeth o' the ungodlie. 8 Salvatione belangs untill the Lord ; thy blissin' is apon thy peeple. Selah. PSALMS IV., V. 3 IV. ^ Til the chief musicien on Neginoth, Aue Psalm o' David. HE^R me whan I ca', O God o' my richteousniss : thou hest afore nowe sete me free whan I was in distresse: hae mercie apon me, an' lieser my praeyer. 2 O ye sons o' men, howe lang wuU ye turn my glorie intil shasme ? howe lang wuU ye loe vainitie, an' seik efter lees ? Selah. 3 But waste ye that the Lord heth waelet owt for hansel' him that is godlie : the Lord wull heasr whan I ca' untill him. 4 Stan' in aw, an' sinna : speik wi' your ain hairt apon your bed, an' be quaeit. Selah. 5 AfFer ye the saacrifices o' richteousniss, an pit your trust in the Lord. 6 Thar be monie that say, Wha wull shaw us onie guid ? Lord, lifte thou up the licht o' thy countenence apon us. 7 Thou hest putten gladsumeniss in my hairt, mair nor in the time that thair coorn an' thair wine inkresset. 8 I wull baith laye me doun in peece, an' sleepe ; for thou, O Lord, onlie makist me til dwall in sauftie. V. 11 Til the chief musicien on Neginoth, Ane Psalm o' David. GIE eger untill my wurds, O Lord ; considdir my meditatione. 2 Herkan untill the voyce o' my crye, my King an' my God ; for untill thee wull I pracy. 3 My voyce sallt thou heeer in the moornin', O Lord : in the moornin' wull I dereck m}'^ prasyer untill thee, an' luik up. 4 For thou artna ane God that heth pleesur in wicketniss : naether sail it dwall wi' thee. 5 The fulish sallna stan' in thy sicht : thou haetist a' wurkers o' inequitie. 6 Thou sallt destroye thame that speik lees: the Lord wull ug at the bluidie, an' slee ane leein' man. 7 But as for me, I wull cum intil thy hous in the multetud o' thy mercie ; an' in thy feaer wull I wurship gaitwairds thy haly temple. 4 THE BUIK O PSALMS. 8 Leede me, O Lord, in thy richteousniss because o' mine eni- mies ; mak' thy waye straught afore my fece. 9 For ther is nae fuithfuniss in thair mooth; thair inwaird pairts ar wicketniss itsel' ; thair hauss is ane opin graffe ; thaye culyie wi' thair tung. 10 Destroye thou thame, O God; let thame fa' bie thair ain cunslls : thraw thame owt in the multetud of thair wrang-gangin's > for thaye hae thrawartlie liftet thamesel's up agayne thee. 11 But let a' thae that pit thair trust in thee rejoyce; let thame evir speik luudly owt for joye, because thou defen'ist thame; let thame alsua that loe thy njEme be joyfu' in thee. 12 For thou, Lord, wult bliss the richteous : wi' faavor thou wult surroun him as wi' ane slieeld. VL H Til the chief musicien on Negiuoth apon Sheminith, Aue Psalm o' David. LORD, rebuikna me in thine angir ; naether chesan me in thy het displeesur. 2 Hae mercie apon me, O Lord ; for I am waff; haele me, O Lord, for my banes ar vekset. 3 My saul is alsua sair vekset ; but thou, O Lord, howe lang <* 4 Cum agayne, O Lord, an' delifer my saul ; och saufe me for thy mercie's sak', 5 For in deaeth ther is nae remembirence o' thee: in the graffe wha wull gie thee thanks ? 6 I am wearie wi' my greanin': the lee-lang nicht mak' I my bed til soom ; I water my cuuch wi' my teaers. 7 Mine ee is consuuniet becaus o' dool ; it growes auld becaus o' a' my faes. 8 Gae awa frae me, a' ye wurkers o' inequitie ; for the Lord lieth heaerd the voyce o' my maenin'. 9 The Lord heth heserd my supplicatione ; the Lord wull re- ceife my j)r8eyer. 10 Let a' mine enimies be shaemit an' sair vekset; let thame turn bak an' be shaemet suddanlie. PSALM Vll. VII. ^ Shiggaiou o' David, whilk he sang untill the Lord anent the wurds o' Oush the Benjamite. OLORD my God, in thee do I pit my trust ; saufe me frae a' thame that persikute me, an' delifer me. 2 In kase he raeive my saul like ane lion, tatterin it in pieces quhile ther is nane til delifer. 3 O Lord my God, gif I hae dune this, gif ther be inequitie in my han's ; 4 Gif I hae rewairdet ill til him that was at peece \vi' me (ay, an' I hae deliferet him that wuthouten caus is mine enimie) ; 5 Let the enimie persikute my saul, an' tak' it ; yis, let him tramp doun my lifFe apon the yirth, an' laye mine honor in the mool. Selah. 6 Rseise up, O Lord, in thine angir ; lifte up thysel' becaus o' the frennisin o' mine enimies ; an' awauken for me til the juudge- mint that thou best oordiret. 7 Sae sail the congregatione o' the peeple be roun aboot thee; for thair sak's therfor turn thou bak on hie. 8 The Lord sail juudge the peeple: juudge me, O Lord, akordin' til my richteousniss, an' akordin' til my intiritie that is in me. 9 Och let the wicketniss o' the wicket cum til ane en' ; but sete firm an' mak' siccer the juste: for the richteous God tryes the hairts an' reens. 10 My saufgaird is in God, which saufes the upricht in hairt. 1 1 God juudges the richteous, an' God is angirie wi' the wicket ilka daye. 12 Gif he turnna, he wull sherpen his sword; he heth bendet his bowe, an' maede it readie. 13 He heth alsua prepairet for him the instriments o' deaeth ; he ordeens his arras agayne the persikuters. 14 Behald the wicket travails wi' inequitie, an' heth conceifet mischief, an' brung furth fausehuud. 15 He maede ane pitt an' howket it deepe, an' heth fa'n intil the seuch whilk he maede. 16 His mischief sail turn bak on his ain heaed, an his vielent deelin's sail cum doun apon his ain powc. THE BUIK O PSALMS. 17 1 wuU prayse the Lord akordin' til his richteousniss ; an' Willi sing prayse til the nasnie o' the Maist Hie. o VIII. 1 Til the chief musicieu apou Gittith, Ane Psalm o' David. LORD our liord, howe eksellent is thy nseme in a' the yirth ! wha heth sete thy glorie aboone the heajvens. 2 Owt o' the inooth o' btiirns an' sookin' weans hest thou or- deenet strencth, becaus o' thine enimies, that thou michist quseit the enimie an' the avangir. 3 Whan I tak' a thoucht o' thy hesevens, the wark o' thy fin- girs, tlie muun an' the sterns, whilk thou hest ordeenet ; 4 What is man, that thou art min'fu' o' him? an' the son o'raan, that thou shudist veesit him ? 5 For thou hest maede him awee leauher nor the angils, an' hest crownet him wi' glorie an' honor. 6 Thou msedist him til hae owerance ower the warks o' thy ban's : thou hest putten a' things aneaeth his feet : 7 A' sheepe an' owsen, ay, an' the beassts o' the feeld ; 8 The fowle o' the air, an' the fisch o' the se, an' whatsaeevir passes throwe the peths o' the seis. 9 O Lord our Lord, howe eksellent is thy naeme in a' the yirth! IX. ^ Til the chief musicieu apou Muth-labbeu, Ane Psalm o' David. WULL prayse thee, O Lord, wi' my haill hairt ; I wull shaw furth a' thy mervellous warks. 2 I wull be gladsume an' rejoyce in thee : I wull sing prayse untill thy nseme, O thou Maist Hie. 3 Whan mine enimies ar turnet bak, thaye sail fa' an' perrishe at thy preesence. 4< For thou hest manteenet my richt an' caus ; thou sattist in the throne juudgein' riclit. 5 Thou hest snibbet the hea>thin ; thou hest destroyet the wicket : thair nsme thou hest pulten owt for evir an' evir. 6 Och thou enimie, destruckshons hae cum til ane perpetewal PSALM X. 7 en' ; an' thou hest destroyet cities ; thair memorall hses perrishet vi' thanie. 7 But the Lord sail induur foraye ; he heth prepairet his throne for juudgemint ; 8 An' he sail juudge the warld in richteousniss ; he sail deel owt juudgemint til the peeple in uprichtniss. 9 The Lord alsua wuU be ane saufe hie-plece for the oppresset ; ane saufe hie-howffin times o' truble. 10 An' thaye that ken thy nasme wull pit thair trust in thee; for thou, O Lord, hestna forhowet thame that seik thee. 1 1 Sing prayses til the Lord whilk dwalls in Zion ; speik furth amang the peeple his doin's. 12 Whan he mak's inquaeirie anent bluid, he min's thame: he forgetsna the crye o' the lawlie. 13 Hae raercie apon me, O Lord; considdir my truble whilk I thole o' thame that hsete me, thou that liftist me up frae the yettes o' deaeth. 14 That in the yettes o' the douchter o' Zion I may shaw furth a' thy prayse: I wull rejoyce in thy salvatione. 15 The hesethin ar sunk doun in the pitt whilk thaye m^ede : in the nette whilk thaye haede is thair ain fit taen. 16 The Lord is kennet bie the juudgemints that he deth ; the \^icket is girnet in the wark o' his ain ban's. Higgaion. Selah. 17 The wicket sail be turnet in til hell, an' a' the nationes that forgete God. 18 For the needle sallna alwaye be forgottan : the expeckta- shon o' the puir sallna perrishe fox^aye. 19 Reeise up, O Lord, letna man get the owerance ; let the heaethin be juudget in thy sicht. 20 Pit thame in dreaedour, O Lord ; that the nationes may ken thamesel's til be but men. Selah. X. WHAREFOR stan'ist thou afer aft", O Lord ? Why hydist thou thysel' in times o' truble ? 2 The wicket in his pryde deth persikute the puir : let thame be taen in the contraeivences whilk they hae imaginet. 3 For the wicket brags o' his hairt's desyre, an' blisses the greedie, wham the Lord abhorrs. "8 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 4 The wicket throuch the pryde o' his fece wullna seik after God : God isna in a' his thouchts. 5 His wayes ar alwaeies greifious ; thy juudgemints ar fer aboone owt o' his sicht ; as for a' his enimies, he pauchtilie geeks at thame. 6 He heth said in his hairt, I salhia he muvet ; for I sail nevir be in wanluck weii'd. 7 His mooth is fu' o' banin', deceite, an' cheeterie : anunder his tung is mischeef an' vainitie. 8 He sits in the lurkin' pieces o' the clauchans, in the hidden pieces deth he murther the innicent ; his eyne ar seceretlie set agayne the puir. 9 Seceretlie deth he lye in waite as ane lion in his den ; he lyes waitin' til clutch the puir ; he deth clutch the puir whan he wyzes thame intil his nette. 10 He crunches doun an' hummles himsel', that the puir maye fa' bie his Strang anes. 1 1 He heth said in his hairt, God heth forgottan : he hydes his fece ; he wuU nevir see it. 12 Rceise up, O Lord: O God, lifte up thy han' ; forgetna the afflicket. 13 Wharefor deth the wicket condem God ? he heth said in his hairt, Thou wultna requseire it. 14 Thou best seen it; for thou behaldist mischeef an' spyte, til requyte it wi' thy han' : the puir commits himsel' til thee ; thou art the helpir o' the faetherliss. 15 Brik thou the serm o' the wicket an' ill man; seik owt his wicketniss til thou fin' nane. 16 The Lord is King for evir an' evir ; the heasthin ar perrishet owt o' his Ian'. 17 Lord, thou best heaerd the desyre o' the hummle ; thou wult prepair thair hairts ; thou wult caus thine esev til heasr ; 18 Til juudge the faethirliss an'oppresset, that the man o' the yirth maye oppress nae langir. XL H Til the chief musicien, Ane Psalm o' David. N the Lord pit I my trust : howe say ye til my saul, Flee as • ane burd til your mountan ? PSALMS XII., XIII. 9 2 For lo, the wicket ben' thair bovve ; tbaye mak' readie tbair arra apon the string, that tbaye maye biddlinslie schuut at the up- richt in bairt. 3 Gif the fuundationes be destroyet, what can the ricbteous do? 4 The Lord is in bis haly temple, the Lord's throne is in hese- ven ; his eyne behald, his eelydes trye the childer o' men. 5 The Lord tryes the ricbteous ; but the wicket, an' him that loes vielence, his saul baetes. 6 Apon the wdcket he sail raine girns, fire an' brumstane, an' ane borrabil tempist : this sail be the portione o' tbair cupp. 7 For the ricbteous Lord loes ricbteousniss ; his countenence deth behald the upricht. XTL t Til the chief musicien apon Sheminith, Ane Psalm o' David. HELP, Lord ; for the godlie man ceeses ; for the faithfu' fseil frae amang the childer o' men. 2 They speik vainitie ilka ane wi' his neeber : wi' fleicbin' lipps, an' wi' ane duuble bairt do tbaye speik. 3 The Lord sail sneg afF a' fleicbin' lipps, an' the tung that speiks pruud things ; 4 Wha bae said, Wi' our tung wull we gett the better ; our lipps ar our ain : wha is Lord ower us ? 5 For the oppressione o' the puir, for the sicbin' o' the needie, nowe wull I reeise up, sayth the Lord ; I wull sete him in sauftie frae him that wad wyze him intil skaitb. 6 The wurds o' the Lord ar pure wurds : as siller tryet in ane yirthen krusabil purifiet se'eii times. 7 Thou sallt keepe thame, O Lord, thou sallt preserfe thame frae this ganaeratian forevir. 8 The wicket gang on ilka syde whan the vilist men ar sete hie up. H * XIIL If Til the chief musicien, Ane Psalm o' David. OWE lang wult thou forget me, O Lord ? forevir ? bowe lang wult thou hyde thy fece frae me ? 10 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 2 Howe lang sail I tak' cunsil in my saul, haein' dool in my hairt daylie ? howe lang sail mine enimie be eksaltet ower me ? 3 Considdir, an' heasr me, O Lord my God : lichten mine eyne in kase I sleepe the sleepe o' deeeth. 4 In kase mine enimie say, I hae prevailet agayne him ; an' thae that truble me rejoyce whan I am muvet. 5 But I hae trustet in thy mercie : my hairt sail rejoyce in thy salvatione. 6 I wull sing untill the Lord, becaus he heth deelt buntifullie wi' me. XIV. ^ Til the chief musicien, Ane Psalm o' David. THE fule heth said in his hairt, Ther is nae God. Thaye ar corrup ; thaye hae dune abonmabil warks ; ther is nane that deth guid. 2 The Lord luiket doun frae heseven apon the childer o' men, til see gif ther wer onie that did understan', an' seik God. 3 Thaye ar a' gane aglee: thaye ar a'thegethir becum foulsume; ther is nane that deth guid, na, nat ane. 4 Hae a' the wurkers o' ineqviitie nae waetin' ? wha eet up my peeple as thaye eet bresed, an' ea'na apon the Lord. 5 Ther wer thaye in grit dreoedour ; for God is in the congre- gatione o' the richteous. 6 Ye hae shsemet the cunsil of the puir, becaus the Lord is his scug. 7 Och that the salvatione o' Israel wer cum owt o' Zion ! Whan the Lord brings bak the captifitie o' his peeple, Jacob sail rejoyce, an' Israel sail be gladsume. XV. H Aue Psalm o' David. LORD, wha sail byde in thy taabernakle ? wha sail dwall in thy haly hill ? 2 He that gangs uprichtlie, an' wurks richteousniss, an' speiks the trouth in his hairt. 3 He that bakbytesna wi' his tung, nar deth ill till his neeber : nar tak's up ane reproch agayne his neeber. PSALMS XVI., XVII. 11 4 In wliase eyne ane vyle persone is condemet : but lie honors thame that feaer the Lord : he that sweers til his ain skaith, an' jangilsna. 5 He that pitsna owt his moneye til uurie, nar tak's rewaird agayne the innicent: he that deth thae things sail nevir be muvet. XVI. If Michtam o' David. PRESERFE me, O God : for in thee do I pit my trust. 2 O my saul, thou hest said imtill the Lord, Thou art my Lord : my guidniss reechesna til thee ; 3 But til the saunts that ar in the yirth, an' til the eksellent, in wham is my delicht. 4 Thair meseries sail becum monie that hie on til anither god : thair drynk-afterin's o' bluid I wullna affer, njether tak' up thair n semes in till my lipps. 5 The Lord is the portione o' my heirskep, an' my cupp : thou haudist up my lote. 6 The lynes ar fa'n untill me in winsume pieces : trewlie I hae ane guidlie heirskep. 7 I wull bliss the Lord wha hoes glen me cunsil ; my reens alsua instruck me in the nicht seesens. 8 I hae aye sete the Lord afore me : becaus he is at my richt han' I sallna be muvet. 9 Therfor my hairt is gladsume, an' my glorie rejoyces; my flesch alsua sail reste in houpe. 10 For thQU v^'ultna leefe my saul in hell: nsether wult thou thole thine Haly Ane til see corrupshon. 1 1 Thou wult shavv me the peth o' liffe : in thy preesince is fu'niss o' joye ; at thy richt han' ther ar pleesurs for evirmair. XVII. H Aue Praeyer o' David. HE^R the richt, O Lord ; tent weel my crye ; gie ecer untill my praeyer, that gaesna furth frae unleilfu' lipps. 2 Let my sentince cum furth frae thy preesince ; let thine eyne behald the things that are equall. \2 THE BUIK O PSALMS. 3 Thou hest pruvet mine liairt ; thou hest veesitet me in the nicht ; thou hest tryet me, an' sail fin' naething. I am determinet that my mooth sallna speik wrangfullie. 4 Anent the warks o' men, bie the wurd o' thj lipps I hae keepit me frae the petli o' the destroyir. 5 Haud up my gaeings in thy peths, that my fitsteps sklydena. G I hae ca't apon thee, for thou wult hescr me, O God ; leen thine e^er untill me, an' hecer my speeche. 7 Shaw thy mervellous loein-kindniss, O thou that saufest bie thy richt han' thame that pit their trust in thee frae thae that rasise up agayne thame. 8 Keepe me as the apple o' the ee : hyde me anea?th the skad- daw o' thy wings, 9 Frae the wicket that oppresse me, frae my mortal! laes wha ar roon aboot me. 10 Thaye ar kaset up in thair ane taugh; wi' thair mootli thaye speik pruudlie : 1 1 Thaye hae nowe gane roun aboot us in our steps ; thaye hae sete thair eyne beckin' doun til the yirth. 12 Like as ane lion that is yaup for his prceye, an' as it wer ane yung lion lurkin' in hiddin pieces. 13 Ra?ise up, O Lord ; disappoynt him, ding him doun ; delifer my saul frae the wicket, whilk is thy sword : 14 Frae men whilk ar thy ban', O Lord, frae men o' the warld whilk hae thair portione in this lifFe, an' whose kyte thou fillist wi' th}' hydden thesauer ; thaye ar fu' o' childer, an' leefe the rest o' thair guids an' geer til thair weans. 15 As for me, I wull behald thy fece in richteousniss ; I sail be satisfiet whan I awauken wi' thy likeniss. XVIIL 1 Til the chief musicien ; Aue Psalm o' David, the servent o' the Lord, wha spak uutill the Lord the wurds o' this sang, in the daye that the Lord deli- feret him fitie the maigs o' his euimies, au' frae the maigs o' SauL T AVULL loe thee, O Lord, my strencth. -■- 2 The Lord is my rok, an' my reive, an' my deliferer ; my God, my strencth, in wham I wull trust ; my buklir, an' the hoorn o' my salvatione, an' my hie towir. rsALM xvin. 13 3 I \\n\] ca' apon the Lord, wha is wurdie til be prayset ; sae sail I be saufet frae a' mine enimies. 4 The brikers o' detBth cam' roun aboot me ; the fludes o' iin- godlie men ma^de me afeseret. 5 The coords o' hell wer roun aboot me ; the girns o' detetb preventet me. 6 In my sair weird I ca't apon the Lord, an' cryet untill my God ; he hererd my voyce owt o' his temple ; my crye cam' afore liim, een intil his easrs. 7 Than the yirth shuuk an' trimmlet : the fuundationes alsua o' the hills muvet an' wer shogglet, becaus he was angirie. 8 Ther gaed up ane reek owt o' his nostii'les, an' lire owt o' his mooth devooret ; kools wer kinlet bie it. 9 He bowet the heaevens alsua, an' cam' doun : an' mirkniss was anunder his feet. 10 An he rrede apon ane cherub, an' did flie ; yis, he did flie apon the wings o' the wund. 11 He masde mirkniss his seceret piece: his pavilione roun' aboot him wer mirk waters, an' thyk cluds o' the skyes. 12 At the sheene that was afore him, his thyk cluds passet ; hailstanes an' kools o' fire. 13 The Lord alsua thunneret in the heavens, an' the Hieist gsefe his voyce ; hailstanes an' kools o' fire. 14 Yis, he sendet owt his arras, an' skatteret thame ; he schot owt lichtenin's, an' dumfuunderet thame. 15 Than the chennels o' the waters wer seen, an' the fuunda- tiones o' the warld wer mrede bare at thy rebuik, O Lord, at the blast o' the breaeth o' thy nostirles. 16 He sendet frae aboone ; he tuik me, he dragget me owt o' monie waters. IT He deliferet me frae my Strang fae, an' frae thame that hastet me : for thaye wer ower Strang for me. IS Thaye gaed afore til hamper me in the daye o' my sair wan- luck ; but the Lord was my staye. 19 He brang me furth alsua intil ane free an' roomie piece : he deliferet me becaus he delichtet in me. 20 The Lord rewairdet me akordin' til my richteousniss ; akor- din' til the cleenniss o' my ban's he heth foryeildet me. 21 For I hae keepet the wayes o' the Lord, an' haena wicketlie turnet awa frae thame. 14 THE BUIK o' PSALMS. < 22 For a' his judgemints wer afore me, an' his staatutes frae me I didna pit awa. 23 I was alsua upricht afore him, an' keepet myseF frae mine inequitie. 24 Therfor heth the Lord rewairdet me akordin' til my rich- teousniss ; akordin' til the cleenniss o' my han's in his ee-sicht. 25 Wi' the mercifu' thou wult shaw thysel' mercifu' : wi' the upricht man thou wult shaw thysel' upricht. 26 Wi' the pure thou wult shaw thysel' pure ; an' wi' the thrawart wicht thou wult kythe thrawart. 27 For thou wult saufe tlie afflicket fouk, but wult bring doun heich luiks. 28 For thou wult licht my can el : the Lord my God wuU en- lichten my derkniss. 29 For bie thee hae I brokin throwe ane truup : an' bie my God I hae jumpet ower ane wa'. 30 As for God, his waye is perfite : the wurd o' the Lord is tryet; he is ane buklir untill a' thame that trust in him. 31 For wha is God saufin' the Lord ? or wha is ane rok excepin' our God ? 32 It is the Lord wha graithes me wi' strength, an' mak's my waye perfite. 33 He mak's my feet like hinds' feet, an' setes me up apon my hie pieces. 34 He instrucks my han's howe til mak' weir, sae that bie mine serms ane bowe o' steel is brokin. 35 Thou best alsua gien me the sheeld o' thy salvatione ; an' thy richt ban' hses hauden me up, an' wi' thy leal kindniss thou best msede me grit. 36 Tliou best masde braide my steps anunder me, that my feet didna sklyde. 37 I hae pursuet my faes an' owertaen thame ; iia^ther did I turn agane til thaye wer consuumet. 38 I hae wuundet thame that thaye werna yeable til reeise ; thaye ar fa'n aneseth my feet. 39 For thou best girthet me wi' strencth untill the battel : thou best causet thae til hurkle doun anunder me, that rasse up agayne me. 40 Thou best alsua gien me the necks o' my faes, that I micht destroye thame that hsete me. PSALM XIX. 15 41 Thaye cryet, but ther was iiane til saufe thame ; een untill the Lord, but he didna answir thame : 42 Than did I betchell thame sma' as the stour afore the wund : I did thraw thame owt as the glar in the throwegangs. 43 Thou hest deliferet me frae the straeivins o' the peeple ; an' thou hest magde me the hesed o' the heasthin ; ane peeple wham I haena kennet sail ser' me. 44 As sune as thaye heaer o' me, thaye sail obeye me ; the sons o' the fremet sail gie in untill me. 45 The strangirs sail eelie awa, an' be afeseret owt o' thair clos pieces. 46 Tlie Lord leiveth ; an' blisset be my rok ; an' let the God o' my salvatibne be sete hie. 47 It is God that gies avangemints for me, an' brings the peeple doun anunder me. 48 He delifers me frae mine enemies : ay, thou liftist me up aboone thae that rasise up agayne me : thou hest freet me frae the bluid-thristie man. 49 Therfor wull I gie thanks untill thee, O Lord, amang the hesethin ; an' sing prayses untill tliy naeme. 50 Grit delifrance gies he til the King, an' shaws mercie til his anaintet, til David, an' til his affspring forevir. XIX. t Til the chief musicien, Ane Psalm o' David, THE heasvens speik furth the glorie o' God ; an' the lyft shaws his han'iwarks. 2 Daye untill daye uutters speeche, an' nicht untill nicht shaws knaledje. 3 Ther is nae speeche nar langwudje whare thair voyce isna heaerd. 4 Thair lyne hses gane owt throwe a' the yirth, an' thair wurds til the en' o' the warld. In thame he heth set ane taabernakle for the sun ; 5 Whilk is as ane bridegroome cumin' owt o' his chammer, an' rejoyces as ane Strang man til rin his rece. 6 His gaeing furth is frae the en' o' the heaeven, an' roun' til the en' o't agane ; an' there is naething hidden frae his heet. 16 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 7 The law o' the Lord is perfite, konvertin' the saul ; the tes- timonie o' the Lord is siccer, raakin' wyse the simpel. 8 The staatutes o' the Lord ar richt, makin' the hairt gladsume : the coramandement o' the Lord is pure, enlichtenin' the eyne. 9 The feaer o' the Lord is cleen, induurin' forevir ; the judge- mints o' the Lord ar true, an' athegither richteous. 10 Mair til be desiret ar thaye nor gowd, yis, nor meikle fyne gowd ; sweeter alsua nor hinnie, an' the hinnie-kaim. 1 1 Mairatour bie thame is thy servent wsernet ; an' in keepin' o' thame ther is grit rewaird. 12 Wha can understan' his errirs : cleense thou me frae seceret fauts. 13 Keepe bak thy servent frae the sins o' wullfu' perversitie ; letna thame hae powir ower me ; than sail I be upricht, an' saik- less o' the grit transgressione. 14 Let the wurds o' my mooth, an' the thoucht o' my hairt be accepabil in thy sicht, O Lord, my streneth an' my redeimir. XX. II Til the chief musicien, Ane Psalm o' David. THE Lord heser thee in the daye o' truble : the nasme o' the God o' Jacob defen' thee. 2 Sen' thee helpe frae the sanctuarie, an' refreshen thee wi* streneth owt o' Zion. 3 Reca' til min' a' thy afferin's, an' accep a' thy brunt saacrifices. Selah. 4 Gie til thee akordin' til thine ain hairt, an' fufill a' thy cunsil. 5 We wull rejoyce in thy salvatione ; an' in the naeme o' our God we wull sete up our bannirs : the Lord fufill a' thy praeyers. 6 Nowe do I ken that the Lord saufes his anaintet : he wull heser him frae his haly heaven wi' the saufin' streneth o' his richt han'. 7 Sume pit confydince in chariats, an' sume in horses ; but we wull ca' til min' the nseme o' the Lord our God. 8 Thaye ar brung doun, an' fa'n ; we are risen an' stan' up- richt. 9 Saufe, Lord : let the King heser whan we ca'. PSALMS XXI., XXII. 17 XXI. ' Til the chief musicien, Ane Psahn o' David. rriHE king sail joye in thy strencth, O Lord ; an' in thy salva- -L tione gritlie sail he rejoyce. 2 Thou hest gien him his liairt's desyre, an' hestna wuthhaud- den the requist o' his lipps. Selah. 3 Thou gaeist afore him wi' the blissin's o' guidniss : apon his hesed thou settist ane crowne o' pure gowd. 4^ He axet liiFe o' thee, an' thou giefist it him, een lencth o' dayes forevir an' evir. 5 His glorie is grit in thy salvatione : honor an' magestie hest thou laide apon him. 6 For thou hest msede him maist blisset forevir; thou hest maede him excessiv gladsume wi' thy countenence. 7 For the king trusts in the Lord ; an' throwe the mercie o' the Maist Hie he sallna be muvet. ^ 8 Thine han' sail fin' owt a' thine enimies : thy richt han' sail fin' owt thae that haete thee. 9 Thou sallt mak' thame as ane firie oon in the time o' thine angir; the Lord sail swallie thame up in his wrseth, an' the fire sail devoor thame. 10 Thairfrute sallt thou destroye frae aff" the yirth : an' thair seid frae amang the childer o' men. 1 1 For thaye ettlet ill agayne thee : thaye imaginet ane mis- cheevous contrjeivence whilk thaye werna yeable til carryie throwe. 12 Therfor sallt thou mak' thame turn thair bak whan thou sallt mak' readie thine arras apon thy strings agayne the fece o' thame. 13 Be thou set hie up, O Lord, in thine ain strencth ; sae sail we sing the prayses o' thy powir. xxn. If Til the chief musicien apon Aijeleth Shahar, Ane Psalm o' David. 1\/rY God, my God, wharefore hest thou forhowet me ? why art XtJL thou sae fer frae helpin' me, an' frae the wurds o' my sair complent ? c 18 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 2 O my God, 1 crye in the dayetime, but thou heaeristna, an' in the nicht seesen, an' amna seelent. 3 But thou art haly, O thou that inhabitest the prayses o' Israel. 4 Our faethers trustet in thee ; thaye trustet, an' thou didst delifer thame. 5 Thaye cryet untill thee, an' wer deliferet ; thaye trustet in thee, an' werna confuundet. 6 But I am ane wurm, an' nae man ; ane reproch o' men, an' despseiset o' the peeple. 7 A' thaye that see me lauch me til scoorn ; thaye schute owt the lipp ; thaye wagg the hesed, sayin', 8 He trustet in the Lord that he wad delifer him : let him do sae nowe, sithens he delichtet in him. 9 But thou art he that tuik me owt o' the wome : thou didist mak' me houpe whan I was apon my mither's bresests. 10 I was casen apon thee frae the wome; thou best been my God sin' mine ee saw the licht o' daye. 1 1 Bena fer frae me, for truble is neser ; for ther is nane til helpe. 12 Monie bulls ar roun' aboot me ; Strang bulls o' Bashan hae besette me roun'. 13 Thaye gaepet apon me wi' thair mooth, as ane ravenin an' ane rairin' lion. 14 I am teemet owt like water ; an' a' my banes are sinderet : my hairt is like waks ; it is meltet in the middle o' my bowils. 15 My pithe is driet up like ane patsheerd, an' my tung cleefes til my ja's ; an' thou best broucht me doun intil the duste o' deseth. 16 For dogs hae cum roun' aboot me : the ferkishin o' the wicket hae closet me in; thaye peirsit my ban's an' my feet. 17 I maye count a' my banes ; thaye luik an' glower apon me. 18 Thaye share myclaese amang thame, an' for my stolye thraw lots. 19 But bena thou fer frae me, O Lord; O my strencth, haesten thee til helpe me. 20 Delifer my saul frae the sword ; my de^er onlie ane frae the powir o' the dog. 21 Saufe me frae the lion's mooth : for thou best heaerd me frae the hoorns o' the unicorns. PSALM xxiir. 19 22 I wull declare thy naeme untill my brithren ; in the middle o' the congregatione wull I prayse thee. 23 Ye that feasr the Lord, prayse him ; a' ye the seid o' Jacob, glorifie him ; an' feeer him, a' ye the afFspring o' Israel. 24 For he haesna despa9iset nar abhorret the afflickshon o' the afflicket : naether haes he hidden his fece frae him ; but whan he cryet untill him, he heaerd. 25 My prayse sail be o' thee in the grit congregatione : I wull pay my vowes afore thame that feasr him. 26 The meik sail eet, an' be satisfiet : thaye sail prayse the Lord that seik him : your hairt sail leive forevir. 21 A' the en's o' the warld sail remembir, an' turn untill the Lord, an' a' the kith an' kin o' the nationes sail worship afore thee. 28 For the kingdoom is the Lord's; an' he is the governer amang the nationes. 29 A' thaye that be fat apon the yirth sail eet an' wurship ; a' thaye that gae doun til the mools o' deaeth sail bowe aforfe him, an' nane can keepe alaeive his ain saul. 30 Ane seid sail ser' him : it sail be rekenet til the Lord for ane ganaeratian. 31 Thaye sail cum, an' sail speik furth his richteousniss untill ane peeple that sail be born, that he heth dune this. XXIII. H Ane Psalm o' David. THE Lord is my shepherd ; I sallna inlak. 2 He mak's me til lye doun in green an^ baittle gangs ; he leeds me aside the quaeet waters. 3 He refrescliens my saul ; he leeds me in the peths o' richteous- niss for his naeme's sak'. 4 Yis, thouch I wauk throwe the vallie o' the skaddaw o' deseth, I wull feajr nae ill : for thou art wi' me ; thy cruik an' thy staiFe thaye comfirt me. 5 Thou prepairist me ane tabel in the preesince o' mine eni- mies : thou anaintist my heeed wi' oolie ; my cupp rins ower. 6 Shurelie guidniss an' mercie sail folio me a' the dayes o' my lifFe ; an' I wull dwall in the hous o' the Lord forevir. 20 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. XXIV. H Ane Psalm o' David. THE yirth is the Lord's, an\the fu'niss o't: the warld, an' thaye that dwall therin. 2 For he heth fuundet it apon the seis, an' sete it siccer apon the fludes. 3 Wha sail gae up intil the hill o' the Lord ? an' wha sail stan' in his haly piece ? 4 He that heth cleen han's, an' ane pure hairt ; wha hethna liftet up his saul untill vainitie, nar swum wrangouslie. 5 He sail receife the blessin' frae the Lord, an' richteousniss frae the God o' his salvatione. 6 This is the ganeeratian o' thame that seik him ; that seik thy fece, O God o' Jacob. Selah. 7 Lift up your heaeds, O ye yettes ; an' be ye liftet up, ye evir- lestin' dors, an' the King o' glorie sail cum in. 8 Wha is the King o' glorie ? the Lord Strang an' michtie, the Lord michtie in battel. 9 Lift up your heseds, O ye yettes ; een lift thame up, ye evir- lestin' dors, an' the King o' glorie sail cum in. 10 Wha is the King o' glorie ? The Lord o' hosts, he is the King o' glorie. Selah. XXV. If Ane Psalm o' David. UNTILL thee, O Lord, do I lift up my saul. 2 O my God, I trust in thee : letna me be shaemet : letna mine enimies boust thamsels ower me. 3 Yis, let nane that waite on thee be shaemet : let thame be shsemet that transgresse wuthoutten cans. 4 Shaw me thy wayes, O Lord ; teech me thy peths. 5 Leede me in thy trouth, an' teech me : for thou art the God o' my salvatione ; on thee do I waite a' the daye. 6 Remembir, O Lord, thy tendir mercies an' loein-kindnisses : for thaye hae been evir o' auld. PSALM XXVI. 21 7 Remembirna the sins o' my youdith, nar my transgressiones ; akordin' til thy mercie remembir thou me for thy guidniss' sak', O Lord. 8 Guid an' upricht is the Lord: therfor wull he teech sinnirs in the waye. 9 The meik wull he geeyde in juudgeraint ; an' the meik wull he teech his waye. 10 A' the peths o' the Lord ar mercie an' trouth untill sic as keepe his covenent an' testimonies. 1 1 For thy nseme's sak', O Lord, forgie mine inequitie ; for it is grit. 12 What man is he that fesers the Lord ? him sail he teech in the waye that he sail chuuse. 13 His saul sail dwall at eese, an' his affspring sail inheerit the yirth. 14 The seceret o' the Lord is wi' thame that feaer him ; an' he wull shaw thame his covenent. 15 Mine eyne ar evir towaird the Lord; for he it is that sail pu' my feet owt o' the nette. 16 Turn thee untill me, an' hae mercie apon me ; for lane I am an' wearifu', an' sair afflicket. 17 The trubles o' my hairt ar growne grit; O bring thou me owt o' my destresses. 18 Luik apon my afflickshon an' my paine, an' forgie a' my sins. 19 Considdir mine enimies, for thaye ar monie ; an' thaye haete me wi' crewil haetret. 20 O keepe my saul, an' delifer me : letna me be shaemet ; for I pit my trust in thee. 21 Let leal honestie an' uprichtness preserfe me ; for I waite on thee. 22 Redeem Israel, O God, owt o' a' his trubles. XXVL H Ane Psalm o' David. JUUDGE me, O Lord, for I hae gane on in my intiritie : I hae trustet alsua in the Lord, therfor I sallna sklyde. 2 Inquaeire intil me, O Lord, an' pruuve me ; trye my reens an' my hairt. 22 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 3 For thy loein-kindniss is afore mine eyne, an' I hae gane in the peths o' thy trouth. 4 I haena sutten wi' vaine persones, njsther vvull I gae in wi' cunnin' pretendirs. 5 I hae haetet the haill ferkishin o' ill-doirs, an' wullna sit wi' the wicket. 6 I wull wasch mine han's in innicencie ; sae wuU I compesse thine altar, O Lord. 7 That I may puhlishe wi' the voyce o' thanksgiein', an' tell o' a' thy wunderfu' warks. 8 Lord, I hae loet the habitatione o' thy hous, an' the piece whare thine honor dvvalls. 9 Getherna my saul wi' sinnirs, nar my liffe wi' bluidie men ; 10 In whase han's is mischeef, an' thair richt han' is fu' o' budes. 11 But as for me, I will gae on in my intiritie: redeim me, an'- be mercifu' untill me. 12 My fit Stan's in ane een piece: in the congregatione wull I bliss the Lord. XXVIL "^ Aue Psalm o' David. THE Lord is my licht an' my salvatione ; wham sail I fear ? the Lord is the strencth o' my liife ; o' wham sail I be in dreaedour ? 2 Whan the wicket, een my enimies an' my faes, cam' apon me till eet up my flesch, thaye stummelt an' fell. 3 Thouch ane host shud encampe agayne me, my hairt sallna feser ; thouch weir shud raeise agayne me, in this wull I be con- fydint. 4 Ae thing hae I desyret o' the Lord, an' wull contina til seik after; that I maye dwall in the hous o^ the Lord a' the dayes o' my lilfe, til behald the beutie o' the Lord, an' til inqueeire in his temple. 5 For in the time o' truble he sail hyde me in his pavilione ; in the seceret o' his taabernakle sail he hyde me ; he sail sete me up apon ane rok. 6 An' nowe sail mine heaed be liftet up aboone mine enimies roun aboot me : therfor I wull afFer in his taabernakle saacrifices o' joye; I wull sing, yis, I wull sing prayses untill the Lord. PSALM xxviir. 23 7 Heaer, O Lord, whan I crye wi' my voyce ; hae mercie alsua apon me, an' answir me. 8 Whan thou saidist, Seik ye my face ; my hairt said untill thee, Thy fece, Lord, wull I seik. 9 Hydena thy fece fer frae me ; pitna tliy servent awa in angir : thou hest been my helpe ; leefena me ; naether forhowe me, O God o' my salvatione. 10 Whan my faether an' mither forhowe me, than the Lord wull tak' me up. 11 Teech me thy waye, O Lord, an' leede me in ane plaine peth, becaus o' mine enimies. 12 Gie me nat ower untill the wull o' mine enimies; for fause wutnisses hae startet up agayne me, an' sic as braethe owt ere wil tie- is I had swarfFet, gif I hadna beliefet til see the guidniss o' the Lord in the Ian' o' the leivin'. 14 Waite on the Lord: be o' guid cheer, an' he sail strencthen thine hairt : waite, I saye, on the Lord. XXVIIL If Ane Psalm o' David. UNTILL thee wull I crye, O Lord, my rok ; bena seelent til me : in kase gif thou be seelent til me, I becum like tliame that gae doun in til the pitt. 2 Heger the voyce o' my supplicationes whan I crye untill thee, whan I lift up mine ban's gaitwaird thy haly orakil. 3 Draggna me awa wi' the wicket, an' wi' the wurkers o' ine- quitie, whilk speik peece til thair neebers, but mischeef is in thair hairts. 4 Gie thame akordin' til thair deeds, an' akordin' till the wick- etniss o' thair ettelins ; gie thame efter the wark o' thair ban's ; rendir thame thair deserfin'. 5 Becaus thaye goamna the warks o' the Lord, the verra wark o' his ban's, he sail utterlie pu' thame doun, an' sallna bigg thame up agane. 6 Blisset be the Lord, becaus he heth heasrd the voyce o' my supplicationes. 7 The Lord is my streneth an' my sheeld ; my hairt trustet in 24 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. him, an' I am helpet ; tberfor my hairt gritlie rejoyces, an' wi' my sang wull I prayse him. 8 The Lord is thair strencth, an' he is the saufin' pith o' his anaintet. 9 Saufe thy peeple, an' bliss thine inheeritence ; feede thame alsua, an' lift thame up forevir. XXIX. II Ane Psalm o' David. a IE untill the Lord, O ye michtie, gie untill the Lord glorie an' strencth. 2 Gie untill the Lord the glorie due untill his naeme ; wurship the Lord in the beutie o' haliniss. 3 The voyce o' the Lord is apon the waters : the God o' glorie thunners ; the Lord is apon monie waters. 4 The voyce o' the Lord is powirfu' : the voyce o' the Lord is fu' o' magistie. 5 The voyce o' the Lord briks the cedars ; ay, the Lord briks the cedars o' Lebanon. 6 He mak's thame alsua til skiff like ane cafe ; Lebanon an' Sirion like ane yung unicoorn. 7 The voyce o' the Lord cleefes the flames o' fire. 8 The voyce o' the Lord mak's the wulderniss til dinnle ; the Lord dinnles the wulderness o' Kadesh. 9 The voyce o' the Lord gars the hinds pairt wi' yung, an' layes bare the forests : an' in his temple deth ilka ane speik o' his glorie. 10 The Lord sits apon the flude ; yis, the Lord sits King foreveir. 1 1 The Lord wull gie strencth untill his peeple : the Lord wull bliss his peeple wi' peece. XXX. t Ane Psalm an' Sang at the dedicatione o' the hous o' David. WULL ekstoU thee, O Lord, for thou best liftet me up, an' hestna maede mine enimies til rejoyce ower me. 2 O Lord my God, I cryet untill thee, an' thou best haelet me. PSALM XXXT. 25 3 Thou, O Lord, best brung up my saul frae the grafFe ; thou hest keepet me alaeive, that I shudna gae doun til the pitt. 4 Sing untill the Lord, O ye saunts o' his, an' gie thanks at the rem.embirence o' his haliniss. 5 For his angir induurs but for ane jiffie ; in his faavor is liffe : greetin' maye induur for ane nicht, but joye cums in wi' the moornin'. 6 An' in my prosperitie I said, I sail nevir be muvet. 7 Lord, bie thy faavor thou hest masde my mountan til stan' Strang : thou didist hyde thy fece, an' I was trublet. 8 I cryet til thee, O Lord ; an' untill the Lord I maede suppli- catione. 9 What gaine is ther in my bluid, whan I gae doun intil the pitt ? Sail the mool prayse thee ? sail it speik furth thy trouth ? 10 Heaer, O Lord, an' hae mercie apon me : Lord, be thou my helpir. 1 1 Thou hest turnet for me my murnin' intil dancin' : thou hest putten afF my sackclaeth, an' girthet me wi' gladsumeniss ; 12 Til the en' that my glorie maye sing prayse untill thee, an' bena seelent. O Lord my God, I wull gie thanks untill thee forevir. XXXL t Til the chief musicien, Ane Psalm o' David. IN thee, O Lord, do I pit my trust ; let me nevir be shsemet ; delifer me in thy richteousniss. 2 Bowe doun thine eaer untill me ; delifer me speedielie ; be thou my Strang rok, for ane hous o' defence til saufe me. 3 For thou art my rok an' my stranghald; therfor, for thy nseme's sak', lead me an' gasyde me. 4 Pu' me owt o' the nette whilk thaye hae hiddlinslie laide for me ; for thou art my strencth. 5 Intil thy ban' I committe my speerit : thou hest redeemet me, O Lord God o' trouth. 6 I hae haetet thame that goam leein' vainities ; but I trust in the Lord. 7 I wull be gladsume an' rejoyce in thy mercie; for thou hest considdiret my truble : thou hest knawn my saul in wandrethes. 2(3 THE BUIK O PSALMS. 8 An' hestna scliut me up intil the han' o' the enimie ; thou hest gien my feet routh o' roome. 9 Hae mercie apon me, O God, for I am in truble ; mine ee is vvaistet wi' dool, yis, my saul an' my bellie. 10 For my liffe is spendet wi' sorra, an' my yeers wi' sichin'; my strencth fffiils becaus o' mine inequitie, an' my banes ar consuumet. Ill was ane reproch amang a' mine enimies, but espeeciallie amanf'- my neebers, an' ane fricht til mine acquantince ; thame that did see me owtbye flede frae me. 12 I am foro-ottan as ane deaed man owt o' min' ; I am like ane brokin veshell. 13 For I hae heserd the slanner o' monie; fe^r was on ilka syde: quhile thaye tuik cunsil thegither agayne me, thaye de- V£eiset til tak' awa my liffe. 14 But I trustet in thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my God. 15 My times ar in thy han' : delifer me frae the han' o' mine enimies ; an' frae thame that persikute me. 16 Mak' thy fece til shyne apon thy servent; saufe me for thy mercie's sak'. 17 Letna me be shaemet. Lord, for I hae ca't apon thee : let the wicket be shaemet, an' let thame be seelent in the graffe. 18 Let the leein' lipps be putten til seelence, whilk speik sadlie agravaatin' things pruudUe an' geckinlie agayne the richteous. 19 Och howe grit is thy guidniss, whilk thou hest layde up for thame that feser thee, whilk thou hest wroucht for thame that trust in thee afore the sons o' men. 20 Thou sallt hyde thame in the seceret o' thy preesince frae the pryde o' man ; thou sallt keepe thame seceretlie in thy pavi- lione frae the striffe o' tungs. 21 Blisset be the Lord, for he heth shawet me mervellous kind- niss in ane Strang citie : 22 For I said in my hasste, I am cutet aff frae afore thine eyne ; natheless thou heardist the voyce o' my supplicationes whan I cryet untill thee. 23 O loe the Lord, a' ye his saunts : for the Lord preserfes the faithfu', an' routhlie rewairds the pruud doir. 24 Be o' guid cheer, an' he sail refreschen an' mak' Strang your hairt, a' ye that houpe in the Lord. PSALMS XXXII., XXXIU. 27 XXXII. » Ane Psalm o' David, Maschil. B LIS SET is he whase transgressione is forgicn, whase sin is kiveret. 2 Blisset is the man untill wham the Lord impuutesna ine- quitie, an' in whase speerit ther is nae gyle. 3 Whan I keepet seelence, confessanna til God, my banes growet auld thro we my rairin' a' the daye lang. 4 For daye an' nicht thy han' was hivie apon me : my moustir is turnet intil the drouth o' simmer. Selah. 5 I ownet my sin untill thee, an' mine inequitie hae I nat hydden. I said, I wull confesse my transgressiones untill the Lord; an' thou forgssfist the inequitie o' my sin. Selah. 6 For this sail ilka ane that is godlie pray untill thee in ane time whan thou mayist be found : shurelie in the fludes o' grit waters thaye sallna cum nie untill him. 7 Thou art my hydin-plece ; thou sallt preserfe me frae truble : thou sallt surroun me wi' sangs o' deliferance. Selah. 8 I wull instruck thee, an' teech thee in the waye whilk thou sallt gae ; wi' mine ee wull I gaeyde thee. 9 Bena ye as the hors, or as the muul, whilk hae nae under- stan'in' ; whase mooth maun be haudden in wi' bitte an' brydle, in kase thay cum neer untill thee. 10 Monie sorras sail be til the wicket ; but he that trusts in the Lord, mercie sail be roun aboot him. 11 Be gladsume in the Lord, an' rejoyce, ye richteous ; an' crye ye owt for joye, ye that ar upricht in hairt. XXXIII. REJOYCE in the Lord, O ye richteous ; for prayse is cumlie in the upricht. 2 Prayse the Lord wi' herp ; sing untill him wi' the psaltrie, an' ane instriment o' ten strings. 3 Sing untill him ane new sang; playe deftlie wi' ane luud noyse. 4 For the wurd o' the Lord is richt ; an' a' his warks ar dune in trouth. 28 THE BUIK O PSALMS. 5 He loes richteousniss an' juudgemint ; the yirth is fu' o' the guidniss o' the Lord. 6 Bie the wurd o' the Lord wer the heeevens msede ; an' a' the host o' thame bie the braeth o' his mooth. 7 He gethers the waters o' the se thegither as ane heep ; he layes up the deip in bing-houses. 8 Let a' the yirth feaer the Lord ; let a' the indwallers o' the warld Stan' in aw o' him. 9 For he spak', an' it was dune ; he oorderet, an' it stude siccer. 10 The Lord brings the cunsil o' the hegethin til noucht; he mak's the contraeivences o' the peeple o' nane effeck. 1 1 The cunsil o' the Lord stan's foraj'e ; the thouchts o' his hairt til a' ganaeratians. 12 Blisset is the natione whase God is the Lord, an' the peeple wham he heth singlet owt for his ain. 13 The Lord luiks doun frae heeeven ; he behalds a' the sons o' men. 14 Frae the piece o' his habitatione he luiks doun apon a' the residenters o' the yirth. 15 He fashens thair hairts alike : he tak's thoucht o' a' thair warks. 16 Ther is nae king saufet bie the ferkishin o' ane aermet throck : ane michtie man isna deliferet bie meikle doucht. 17 Ane hors is ane vaine thing for sauftie : nasther sail he de- lifer onie bie his grit powir. 18 Behald, the ee o' the Lord is apon thame that feaer him, apon thame that houpe in his mercie ; 19 Til free thair saul frae deseth, an' til keep thame alaeive in scanth o' fude. 20 Our saul waites for the Lord : he is our helpe an' our sheeld. 21 For our hairt sail rejoyce in him, becaus we hae trustet in his haly nasme. 22 Let thy mercie, O Lord, be apon us, akordin' as we houpe in thee. PSALM XXXIV. 29 XXXIV. H Ane Psalm o' David, whan he changet his havins afore Abimelech. IWULL bliss the Lord at a' times : his prayse sail be contin- wallie in my mooth. 2 My saul sail mak' hir brag in the Lord ; the lawlie sail heaer o't, an' be gladsume. 3 O bie prayse mak' grit the Lord alang wi' me, an' let us raeise up his nseme thegither. 4 I soucht the Lord, an' he heasrd me, an' freet me frae a' my feaers. 5 They luiket untill him, an' vver lichtenet ; an' thair feces werna shaemet. 6 This puir man cryet, an' the Lord heaird him, an' saufet him owt o' a' his trubles. 7 The angil o' the Lord camps roun aboot thame that feasv him, an' he delifers thame. 8 O pree an' see that the Lord is guid : blisset is the man that trusts in him. 9 O feser the Lord, ye his saunts ; for ther is nae inlak til thame that feaer him. 10 The yung lions inlack, an' thole hungir: but thaye that seik the Lord sallna inlak onie guid thing. 11 Cum, ye childer, herken untill me; I wull teech yow the feaer o' the Lord. \2 What man is he that langs efter lifFe, an' loes monie dayes, that he may see guid ? 13 Keep thy tung frae ill, an' thy lipps frae speikin' gyle. 14 Flie awa frae ill, an' do guid ; seek peece, an' perzist in it, 15 The eyne o' the Lord ar apon the richteous, an' his eaers ar opin til thair crye. 16 The fece o' the Lord is agayne thame that do ill, til sneg afF the memrie o' thame frae the yirth. 17 The richteous crye, an' the Lord heaers, an' delifers thame owt o' thair trubles. 18 The Lord is neer untill thame that ar o' ane brokin hairt, an' saufes sic as be o' ane rewfu' speerit. 19 Monie ar the afflickshons o' the richteous; but the Lord delifers him owt o' thame a'. 20 He keeps a' his banes : nat ane o' thame is brokin. 30 THE BUIK o' PSALMS. 2\ 111 sail sley the wicket: an' thaye that haete the richteous sail be laide waiste. 22 The Lord redeims the saul o' his servents ; an' nane o' thame that trust in him sail be forlaine. XXXV. PLEED my caus, O Lord, wi' thame that straive wi' me : ficht agayne thame that ficht agayne me. 2 Tak' baud o' sheeld an' buklir, an' stan' up for mine helpe. 3 Drawe ovvt alsua the speer, an' stap the waye agayne thame that persikute me: say untill my saul, I am thy salvatione. 4 Let thame be confuundet an' putten til shseme that seik efter my saul : let thame be turnet bak' an' brung til confuusion that de- vaeise my skaith. 5 Let thame be as cafF afore the wund, an' let the angil o' the Lord chece thame. 6 Let thair waye be mirk an' sklydderie, an' let the angil o' the Lord persikute thame. 7 For withowtten caus hae thaye hidden for me thair nette in ane pitt, whilk withowtten caus thaye howket for my saul. 8 Let wanreck cum apon him unawaurs ; an' let his nette whilk he heth hidden katch himsel : intil that verra wanreck let him fa'. 9 An' my saul sail be joyfu' in the Lord : it sail rejoyce in his salvatione. 10 A' my banes sail say. Lord, wha is like untill thee, that freest the puir frae him that is ower Strang for him, ay, the puir an' the needie frae him that spulyies him. 11 Fause wutnissis did rseise up: thaye laid til my charge things that I kennetna. 12 Thaye rewairdet me ill for guid, til the spulyeyin' o' my saul. 13 But as for me, whan thaye wer sick my claethin' was sack- claeth ; I humblet my saul wi' fastin' ; an' my prgeyer returnet intil mine ain bozim. 14 I bure mysel as tliouch he had been my frien' or brither: I bowet doun hivielie as ane that murns for his mither. 15 But in my wandrethe thaye rejoycet, an' getheret thamesels thegither, ay, the wandouchts getheret thamesels thegither agayne me, an' I kennet it na ; thaye did tatter me, an' gaefena ower. PSALM xxxvr. 31 16 Wi' hypicritikil mokirs in tliair gilvavages, tliaye naschet apon me \vi' thair teeth. 17 Lord, howe lang wult thou luik on ? set free my saul frae thair wanrecks, my deasr onlie aiie frae the lions. 18 I wuU gie thee thanks in the grit congregatione ; I wull prayse thee amang meikle peeple. 19 Letna thame that ar mine enimies wrangfullie, rejoyce ower me: naether let thame blink \vi' the ee that haete me withowtten ane cans. 20 For thaye speiknapeece, but thaye devaeise deceitfu' matters agayne thame that ar quaset in the Ian'. 21 Ay, thaye opinet thair mooth wyde agayne me, an' said, Aha, Aha! 22 This thou hest seen, O Lord: keepna seelence : O Lord, bena fer frae me. 23 Sturr up thysel, an' awauken til my juudgemint, een untill my caus, my God an' my Lord. 24 Judge me, O Lord my God, akordin' til thy richteousniss ; an' let thame nat rejoyce ower me. 25 Letna thame say in thair hairts. Aha ! Aha ! sae wad we hae it ; letna thame say. We hae swallet him up. 26 Let thame be shaemet, an' brung til confuusion thegither that rejoyce in my skaith : let them be claethet wi' shasme an' wanhonor that mak' thamesels big agayne me. 27 Let thame crye owt for joye an' be gladsume that faavor my richteous caus ; ay, let thame continwallie say. Let the Lord be magnifiet that heth pleesur in the weelfare o' his servent. 28 An' my tung sail speik o' thy richteousniss, an' o' thy prayse a' the daye lang. XXXVI. If Til the chief musicien, Ane Psalm o' David, the serveut o' the Lord. THE transgressione o' the wicket sayth wuthin my hairt, that ther is nae feser o^ God afore his eyne. 2 For he whytewasches himsel in his ain eyne untill his in- equitie be fuund til be haetefu'. 3 The wurds o' his mooth ar inequitie an' gyle : he heth left aff til be wyse, an' til do guid. gg THE BUIK O PSALMS. 4 He devseises mischeef apon his bed ; he sets himsel in ane waye whilk isna guid ; he abhorrsna ill. 5 Thy mercie, Lord, is in the heaevens, an' thy faithfu'niss raxes untill the cluds. 6 Thy richteousniss is like the grit mountans : thy juudgemints ar ane grit deepe ; O Lord, thou preserfist man an' besest. 7 Howe verra grit is the virtu o' thy loein-kindniss, O God ! therfor the childer o' men pit thair trust anunder the skaddaw o' thy wings. 8 Thaye sail be routhlie satisfiet wi' the fatniss o^ thy hous : an' thou sallt mak^ thame drynk o' the rivir o^ thy pleesurs. 9 For wi' thee is the fuuntan o' liffe: in thy licht sail we see licht. 10 O contina thy loein-kindniss untill thame that ken thee ; an' thy richtiousniss til the upricht in hairt. 11 Letna the fit o' pryde cum agayne me, an' letna the han' o' the wicket reniuve me. 12 Ther ar the wurkers o' inequitie fa'n : thaye ar thrawn doun, an' sallna be yeable til raeise. XXXVIL t Ane Psalm o' David. WURPNA thysel becaus o' the ill-deedie, nsether be thou enviious agayne the wurkers o' inequitie : 2 For thaye sail sune be cutet doun like the gerse, an' wuther as the green yirb. 3 Trust in the Lord, an' do guid; sae sallt thou won in the Ian', an' trewlie thou sallt be fed. 4 Delicht thysel alsua in the Lord ; an' he sail gie thee the wushes o' thine hairt. 5 Rowe thy waye apon the Lord ; trust alsua in him ; an' he sail bring it aboot. 6 An' he sail bring furth thy richteousniss as the licht, an' thy juudgemint as the nuun-day. 7 Rest in the Lord, an' waite pastientlie for him: wurpna thysel becaus o' him wha prospirs in his waye, becaus o' the man wha brings wicket contraeivences til passe. PSALM XXXVII. S3 8 Gae ower frae angir, an' forsak vvraeth ; wurpna thysel' in onie wayes til do ill. 9 For ill-doirs sail be snegget afF: but thaye that waite on the Lord, thaye sail inheerit the yirth. 10 For yet ane wee while, an' the wicket sallna be ; ay, thou sallt eidentlie pondir his piece, an' it sallna be. 11 But the meik sail baud an^ indwall the yirth ; an' sail de- licht thamesels in the routhniss o' peece. 12 The wicket plote agayne the just, an' nashes apon him wi' his teeth. 13 The Lord sail lauch at him, for he sees that his daye is cumin'. 14 The wicket hae pu'et owt the sword, an' hae bendet thair bowe, til thraw doun the puir an' needie, an' til sley sic as be o' ane upricht waye. 15 Thair sword sail gang intil thair ain hairt, an' thair bowes sail be brokin. 16 The wee thing that ane richteous man bass is better nor the gowd an' geer o' monie wicket. 17 For the aerms o' the wicket sail be brokin ; but the Lord uphauds the richteous. 18 The Lord kens the days o' the upricht; an' thair inheerit- ance sail be forevir. 19 Thaye sallna be shsemet in the ill time, an' in the days o' scanth thaye sail be satisfiet. 20 But the wicket sail dee owt, an' the faes o' the Lord sail be as the taugh o' lams : thaye sail consuume ; intil reek sail thaye consuume awa'. 21 The wicket borros, an^ payesna agane ; but the richteous shaws mercie an' gies. 22 For sic as be blisset o' him sail inheerit the yirth, an' thaye that be curset o' him sail be cutet afF. 23 The steppes o' ane guid man ar oorderit bie the Lord ; an' he delichts in his waye. 24 Thouch he fa', he sallna be uutterlie thrawn doun ; for the Lord uphauds him wi' his ban'. 25 I hae been yung, an' nowe am auld ; yet hae I nat seen the richteous forhowet, nar his affspring beggin' thair breaLul. 26 He is evir misrecorde, an' len's : an' his affspring ar blisset. 27 Gang awa frae ill, an' do guid ; an' dwall for evirmair. D 34 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 28 For the Lord loes juudgemint, an' forhowesna his saunts; thaye ar preserfet for aye ; but the afFspring o' the wicket sail be cutet aff. 29 The richteous sail inheerit the Ian', an' won therin forevir. 30 The mooth o' the richteous speiks wusdoom, an' his tung || tauks o' juudgemint. 31 The law o' the Lord is in his hairt; nane o' his steppes sail sklyde. 32 The wicket keepes clos ee on the richteous, an' seiks til sley him. 33 The Lord wullna leefe him in his han', nar condem him whan he is juudget. 34 Waite on the Lord an' keepe his waye, an' he sail lift thee up til inheerit the Ian' ; whan the wicket ar snegget aff, an' thou salt see it. 35 I hae seen the wicket in grit powir, an' spreedin' himsel abreaed like ane green bay-trie. 36 Yet he passit awa, an' lo ! he wasna : ay, I soucht him, but he couldna be fuund. 37 Merk the perfite man, an' behald the upricht : for the en' o' that man is peece. 38 But the wrangangers sail be destroyet thegither, an' the en' o' the wicket sail be snegget aff. 39 But the salvatione o' the richteous is o' the Lord: he is thair strencth in the time o' truble. 40 An' the Lord sail help thame, an' delifer thame ; he sail de- lifer thame frae the wicket, an' saufe thame becaus thaye trust in him. XXXVIIL If Ane Psalm o' David til bring til remembirence. OLORD, rebuik na me in thy wraeth, nar chasen me in thine het displeesur. 2 For thine arras stik faste in me ; an' thine han' presses me sair. 3 Ther is nae suundniss in my flesch becaus o' thine angir; nae- ther is ther onie rest in my banes becaus o' my sin. 4 For mine inequities ar gane aboone mine heaed : as ane hivie lade thaye ar ower hivie for me. ^ PSALM XXXVIII. 35 5 My wuunds smowe, an' ar corrup becaus o' my fulisliniss. 6 I am trublet ; I am bowet doun gritly : I gae murnin' a' the daye lang. 7 For my lains ar fillet wi' foulsume deseese, an' ther is nae suundness in my jElesch. 8 I am fordweblit an' sair brokin ; I hae rairet bie reesen o' the wanrest o' my hairt. 9 Lord, a' my langin' is afore thee ; an' my graenin' isna hidden frae thee. 10 My hairt dunts, my strencth faeils me ; as for the licht o' mine eyne, it alsua is gane frae me. 11 My loers an' my frien's stan' owt bye frae my sair, an' my kinsfowk keepe afer aiF. 1 2 Thaye alsua that seik efter my liflfe laye girns for me ; an' thaye that seik my skaith speik wansonsie things, an' imagin deceits a' the daye lang. 13 But I as ane deef man heasrdna, an' I was as ane dum man that opinetna his mooth. 14 Thus was I as ane man that heaersna, an' in whase mooth ar nae repreifs. 15 For in thee, O Lord, do I lioupe : thou wult heasr, O Lord my God. 16 For I said, Heaer me, in kase itherwaise thaye shud re- joyce ower me: whan my fit sklyds, thaye mak' thamesels big agayne me. 17 For I am readie til haut, an' my sorra is continwallie afore me. 18 For I wuU speik owt mine inequitie : I wuU be rewfu' for my sin. 19 But mine enimies ar Iseivelie, an' thaye ar stalwart ; an' thaye that haste me wrangfullie ar becum mae. 20 Thaye alsua that gie bak ill for guid ar mine advarsaries, becaus I folio the thing that is guid. 21 Forhowena me, O Lord : O my God, bena fer frae me. 22 Mak' hseste til help me, O Lord, my salvationc. 36 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. XXXIX. 1 Til the chief musicieu, een til Jeduthun, Ane Psalm o' David. SAID, I wull tak tent til my wayes, that I sinna vvi' my tung I I wull keep my mooth wi' ane brydle quhile the wicket is afore me. 2 I was dum wi' seelence ; I lielde my peece een frae guid ; an' my sorra was sturret. 3 My hairt was het wuthin me ; quhile I was muusin' the fire burnet : than spak I wi' my tung, 4 Lord, mak' me til ken mine en', an' the measur o' my dayes what it is, that I may ken howe bauch I am. 5 Behald thou hest mrede my dayes as ane han'sbresethe, an mine age is as naething afore thee : trewlie ilka man at his best staete is a'thegither vainitie. Selah. 6 Shurelie ilka man gangs in ane vaine schaw : shurelie thaye ar wanrestet in vaine : he liotts up guids an' geer, an' kensna wha sail gether thame. 7 An' nowe, Lord, what waite I for ? my houpe is in thee. 8 Free me frae a' my transgressiones ; makna me the reproch o' the fulish. 9 I was dum ; I openetna my mooth ; becaus thou didist it. 10 Remuve thy straike awa frae me: I am consuumet bie the fluet o' thine han'. 1 1 Whan thou wi' rebuiks dest correck man for inequitie, thou makist his beutie til waiste awa like ane masthe : shurelie ilka man is vainitie. 12 Heaer my prseyer, O Lord, an' gie ear untill my crye : haud- na thy peece at my teaers : for I am fremet wi' thee, an' ane sae- jurner, as a' my faethers wer. 13 O spare me, that I may gaine bak my pithe afore I gae hance an' be nae mair. XL. II Til the chief musicien, Ane Psalm o' David. WAITET paetientlie for tiie Lord, an' he leenet towairds me, an' heserd my crye. PSALM XL. 37 2 He brang me up alsua owt o' ane liorrabil hole, ovvt o' the glarie claje, an' set my feet apon ane rok, an' msede my gangin' siccer. 3 An' he heth puttcn ane new sang intill my mooth, een prayse untill our God : monie sail see it, an' t'eser, an' trust in the Lord. 4 Blisset is that man that mak's the Lord his trust, an' re- specksna the pruude, nar sic as turn owt o' the waye til folio lees. 5 Monie, O Lord my God, ar thy wunderfu' warks whilk thou hest dune, an' thy thouchts whilk ar gatewairds us ; thaye canna be rekenet up in oordir untill thee ; gif I wad shaw thame furth bie speikin' o' thame, thaye ar mae nar can be nummeret. 6 Saacrifice an' ofFerin' thou didistna lang for : mine ercrs thou hest opinet : brunt- ofFerin' an' sin-offerin' thou hestna requa^iret. 7 Than said I, Lo, I cum ; in the volum' o' the bulk it is writ- tan o' me, 8 I delicht til do thy wull, O my God, ay, thy law is in my hairt. 9 I hae preechet richteousniss in the grit congregatione : lo, 1 haena hainet my lips, O Lord, thou kennist. 10 I haena hidden thy richteousniss wuthin my hairt: I hac spokin' owt thy faithfuniss an' thy salvatione : I haena keepet owt o' sicht thy loein-kindniss, an' thy trowth frae the grit congrega- tione. 11 Wuthhaldna thou thy tendir mercies frae me, O Lord: let thy loein-kindniss an' thy trowth continwallie preserfe me. 12 For innumerall ills hae gethirit roun' aboot me : mine ine- quities hae taen baud o' me, sae that I amna yeable til luik up: thaye ar mae nor the hairs o' mine hesed, therfor my hairt fseils me. 13 Be pleeset, O Lord, til delifer me: O Lord, mak' ha?ste til helpe me. 14 Let thame be sliEemet an' confuundet thegither that seik efter my saul til kill it; let thame be drein bakwairds, an' putten til shaeme that wush me ill. 15 Let thame be forlaine for ane rewaird o' thair sha;mc that say untill me. Aha, Aha ! 16 Let a' thae that seik thee rejoyce an' be gladsume in thee ; let sic as loe thy salvatione say continwallie. The Lord be prayset. 17 But I am puir an' needie, nathless the Lord taks thoucht o' me : thou art my helpe an' deliferer ; mak' nae taigglin, O my God. 38 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. XLI. If Til the chief musicien, Ane Psalm o' David. BLISSET is he that tak's pitie on the puir : the Lord wull delifer him in the time o' truble. 2 The Lord wuU preserfe an' keep him alseive ; an' he sail be blisset apon the yirth, an' thou wultna gie him up intil the wull o* his enimies. 3 The Lord refreshenin, wull mak' him stranger on the bed o' langwishmint : thou wult mak' his bed in his siekniss. 4 I said, Lord, be mercifu' untill me ; haele my saul ; for I hae sinnet agayne thee. 5 Mine enimies speik ill o' me : Whan wull he dee, an' his naeme sinke owtricht ? 6 An' gif he cum til see me, he raves owt empie things ; his hairt gethirs inequitie til itsel' ; than whan he gangs owtbye he tells it. 7 A' that illwull me whuspir thegither agayne me ; agayne me do thaye devaeise my skaith. 8 Ane ill ailment, say thaye, has gotten ane firm grip o' him ; an' now that he lyes flat, he sail reeise up nae mair. 9 Ay, een mine ain intimat frien' wham I trustet in, whilk did eet o' my bresed, heth liftet up his heel agayne me. 10 But thou, O Lord, be mercifu' untill me, an' r seise me up, that I may requit thame. 1 1 Bie this I ken that thou faavorist me ; becaus mine enimie desna crouslie craw ower me. 12 An' as for me, thou uphaudest me in mine intiritie, an' settist me afore thy fece alwaise. 13 Bhsset be the Lord God o' Israel, frae evirlestin til evir- lestin. Saebeid, an' saebeid. A XLIL 1 Til the chief musicien, Maschil, for the sous o' Korah. S the hart langin' cryes for the water bruiks, sae langs an' cryes my saul after thee, O God. PSALM XLIII. 39 2 My saul thrists for God, for the leivin' God : whan sail I cum an' kythe afore God ? 3 My teaers hae been my fude daye an' nicht, quhile thaye con- tinwallie say mitill me, Whare is thy God ? 4 "Whan I mmd thae things, I teem owt my saul in me ; for I had gane wi' the crood ; I gaed wi' thame til the hous o' God wi' the voyce o' joye an' prayse, wi' ane crood that keepet haly-day. 5 Why art thou casen doun, o' my saul ? an' wharefor art thou wanrestet in me ? houpe thou in God ; for I sail yet prayse him for the help o' his countenence. 6 O my God, my saul is casen doun wuthin me, therfor wull I ca' thee til mind frae the Ian' o' Jordan, an' o' the Hermonites, frae the Mizar-hill. 7 Deep ca's untill deep at the noyse o' thy water-spoots : a' thy waves an' thy brikers hae gane ower me. 8 Natheless the Lord wull comman' his loein-kindniss in the daye-time, an' in the nicht his sang sail be wi' me, an' my prseyer untill the God o' my lifFe. 9 I wull say untill God my rok, Why best thou forgottan me ? Wharefor gang I murnin' becaus o' the oppressione o' the enimie ? 10 As wi' ane sword in my banes mine enimies reproch me, quhile thaye say daylie untill me, Whare is thy God ? 1 1 Why art thou casen doun, O my saul ? an' wharefor art thou wanrestet wuthin me ? houpe thou in God ; for I sail yit prayse him, wha is the helth o' my countenence an' my God. XLIII. JUUDGE me, O God, an' pleed my cans agayne ane ungodlie rece: O free me frae the deceitfu' an' unjuste man. 2 For thou art the God o' my strencth : why dest thou thraw me aff ? why do I gang murnin' becaus o' the oppressione o' the enimie ? 3 O sen^ owt thy licht an' thy trouth ; let thame leede me, let thame bring me til thy haly hill an' til thy taabernakles. 4 Than wull I gae untill the altar o' God my ekseedin' joye ; ay, apon the herp wull I prayse thee, O God my God. 5 Why art thou casen doun, O my saul ? why art thou wanrestet 40 THE BUIK o' PSALMS. wuthin me ? houpe in God ; for I sail yet pvayse liim, wha is the lielth o' my countenence an' my God. XLIY. t Til the chief musicien for the sous o' Korah, Maschil, WE hae lieaerd wi' our esers, O God, our faethers hae tauld us what wark thou didist in thair dayes in the times o' auld. 2 Howe thou didist dreeive owt the heaethin wi' thy han', an' enfeftedist thy chusen anes, howe thou didist afflick the peeple an' cuust thame owt. 3 For thaye gatna the Ian' in haudin' bie thair ain sword, nse- ther did thair ain aerm saufe thame ; but thy richt han', ay, thine aerm, an' the licht o' thy countenence, becaus thou hadist ane faavor for thame. 4 For thou art my King, O God : oordir deliferances for Jacob. 5 Throwe thee wull we thraw doun our enimies : throwe thy ngeme wull we tramp thame anunder that raeise up agayne us. 6 For I wullna trust in my bowe, nasther sail my sword saufe me. 7 But thou best saufet us frae our faes, an' best putten thame til shaeme that hsetet us. 8 In God we brag a' the daye lang, an' prayse thy naeme for- evir. Selah. 9 But thou best casen aff, an' putten us til shaeme ; an' gang- istna furth wi' our bands o' weir. 10 Thou makist us til turn bak frae the enimie ; an' thaye that hffite us spulyie for thamesel's. 1 1 Thou best gien us like sheep appoyntet for fude ; an' best dr!en us abreaed amang the heaethin. 12 Thou sellist thy fowk for naucht, an' destna eke til thy walth bie the pryce. 13 Thou makist us ane reproch til our neebers, ane scoorn an' ane derizone til thame that ar roun' aboot us. 14 Thou makist us ane bye-wurd amang the hegethin, ane shakin' o' the beaed amang the peeple. 15 My confuusion is continwallie afore me, an' the shgeme o' my fece has kiveret me, 16 Becaus o' the voyce o' him that reprochcs an' blasfemes, an' bie reasin o' the enimie an' avang-ir. PSALM XLV. 41 17 A' this has cum apon us; nathless we haena forgotten thee, naether hae we deelt fauselie in thy covenent. 18 Our hairt h^esna turnet bak, naether our steppes gane agley frae thy waye. 19 Thouch thou hest brokin us in the piece o' drsegons, an' ki- veret us wi' the skaddaw o' dearth. 20 Gif we hae forgotten the naeme o' our God, or streeket owt our ban's til ane freraet god ; 21 Sail God nat fin' this owt ? for he kens the secerets o' the hairt. 22 Ay, for thy sak' we ar killet a' the daye lang ; we ar cuuntet as sheep til the slauchter. 23 x^wauken, why sleepist thou, O Lord ? rseise up, thraw us nat afF forevir. 24 Wharefor hydist thou thy fece, an' forgettist our afflickson an' thrawldoom ? 25 For our sauls ar bowet doun til the dust 5 our bellie cleefes til the yirth. 26 Raeise up for our helpe, an' redeim us, for thy mercies' sak'. XLV. 1 Til the chief musicien apon Shoshannim, for the sons o' Korah ; Ane Sang o' Loves. MY hairt is indytin' ane guid matter : I speik o' things whilk 1 hae msede anent the King ; my tung is the pen o' ane swuft writer. 2 Thou art fairer nor the childer o' men ; grffice is teemet intil thy lippes ; therfor God heth blisset thee forevir. 3 Girth thy sword apon thy thie, O Maist Michtie ; wi' thy glorie an' thy magistie girth thou it on. 4 An' in thy magistie ride thou an' prospir, becaus o' trouth an' meikniss an' richteoustiiss ; an' thy richt ban' sail teech thee ter- rabil things. 5 Thy arras ar sherp in the hairt o' the King's enimies, whare- bie the peeple fa' an^th thee. 6 Thy throne, O God, is forevir an' aye ; the septer o' thy king- doom is ane richt septer. 7 Thou loeist richteousniss, an' baptist wicketniss ; therfor God, 42 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. thy God, heth anaintet thee wi' the oolie o' gladsumniss aboone thy fellos. 8 A' thy claes smelle o' myrrh an' aloes an' cassia, owt o' the ivorie palaces, wharebie thaye hae mffide thee gladsume. 9 Kings' douchters wer amang the honorable weemen : apon the richt han' did stan' the queen in gowd o' Ophir. 10 Herkeii, O douchter, an' considdir, an' inclaeine thine easr; forget alsua thine ain peeple, an' thy faether's hous. 1 1 Sae sail the King gritly desyre thy beutie ; for he is thy Lord, an' wurship thou him. 12 An' the douchter o' Tyre sail be ther wi' ane propyne : een the walthie amang the peeple sail woo thy faavor. 13 The King's douchter is a' glorious wuthin : her claethin^ is o' wroucht gowd. 14 She sail be brung untill the King in rayment o' needle- wark : the virgins, hir comrades that folio hir, sail be brung untill thee. 15 Wi' glee an' rejoycin' sail thaye be brung; thaye sail gae intil the palace o' the King. 16 In piece o' thy faethers sail be thy childer, wham thou mayist mak' athils in a' the yirth. 17 I wull mak' thy nseme til be remembiret in a' ganacratians ; therefor sail the peeple prayse thee forevir an' evir. XLVI. H Til the chief musicien, for the sons o' Korah ; Ane Sang apon Alamoth. GOD is our sang an' strencth, ane verra presint helpe in truble. 2 Therfor we wullna feaer, thouch the yirth be remuvet, an' thouch the mountans be carryet intil the middle o' the se : 3 Thouch the waters o't rair, an' be trublet ; thouch the moun- tans shog wi' the swallin' o' thame. Selah. 4 Ther is ane rivir whase rinners sail mak' gladsume the citie o' God, the haly piece o' the taabernakles o' the Maist Hie. 5 God is in the middle o' hir ; she sallna be muvet : God sail helpe hir, an' that richt sune. 6 The heffithin frennet, the kingdooms wer comuvet : he uuteret his voyce, an' the yirth meltet. PSALMS XLVII., XLVIII. 43 7 The Lord o' hosts is wi' us ; the God o' Jacob is our scug. Selah. 8 Cum, behald the warks o' the Lord, what desolationes he heth meede in the yirth. 9 He mak^s weir til cease untill the en^s o' the yirth ; he snegs the speer asinder; he burns the chariat in the fire. 10 Be quaeit, an' ken that I am God : I wuU be raeiset on hie amang the hesethin, I wull be nisede hie in the yirth. 1 1 The Lord o' hosts is wi' us ; the God o' Jacob is our bcild. Selah. XLVIL IT Til the chief musicien, Ane Psalm for the sons o' Korah. OCLAPPE your ban's, a' ye peeple : crye owt luudlie til God wi' the voyce o' triumfF. 2 For the Lord maist hie is terrabil ; he is ane grit King ower a' the yirth. 3 He sail bring doun the peeple anunder us, an' the nationes anffith our feet. 4 He sail chuuse for us our haudin', the eksellencie o' Jacob, wham he loet. Selah. 5 God heth gane up wi' ane shuute, the Lord wi' the toute o' ane trumpet. 6 Sing prayeses til God, sing prayeses : sing prayeses untill our King, sing prayeses. 7 For God is the King o' a' the yirth : sing ye prayeses wi' understan'in'. 8 God rings ower the hesethin : God sits apon the throne o' his haliniss. 9 The cheefes o' the peeple ar' getheret thegither, een the peeple o' the God o' Abraham ; for the sheelds o' the yirth belang untill God : he is gritly liftet up. XLVIIL II Ane Sang an' Psalm for the sons o' Korah. GRIT is the Lord, an' gritlie til be prayset, in the citie o' our God, in the mountan o' his haliniss. 44 THE BUIK o' PSALMS. 2 Bonnie for situatione, an' the joy o' a' the yirth, is Muuut Zion, on the noor-sides, the citie o' the grit King. 3 God is kennet in hir pahices for ane beild. 4 For lo, the kings wer getheret, thaye gaed bye thegither. 5 Thaye sawe it, an' sae mervellet ; thaye wer trublet, an' haes- tenct awa. 6 Dregedour tuik hand o' thame ther, an' paine as o' ane woman in travail. 7 Thou brikist the schips o' Tarshish wi' ane east wund. 8 As we hae hea3rd, sae hae we seen in the citie o' the Lord o' hosts, in the citie o' our God : God wuU mak' it stan' siccer for- evir. Selah. 9 We hae thoucht o' thy loein'-kindniss, O God, in the middle o' thy temple. 10 Akordin' til thy nseme, O God, sae is thy prayse til the en's o' the yirth ; thy richt han' is fu' o' richteousniss. 1 1 Let Muunt Zion rejoyce ; let the douchters o' Judali be gladsume becaus o' thy juudgemints. 12 Gang aboot Zion, an' gae roun aboot hir : count the towirs thero'. 13 Merk ye weel hir bullwarks : tak' tent til hir palaces ; that ye may telle it til the ganseratian til cum. 14 For this God is our God forevir an' evir: he wull be our gaeyde een untill deaeth. XLIX. t Til the chief musicien, Ane Psahn for the sons o' Korah. HEiER this, a' ye peeple : gie eaer, a' ye indwallers o' the war Id : 2 Beith leuch an' heich, riche an' puir thegither. 3 My mooth sail speik o' wusdoom : an' the medetatione o' my hairt sail be o' understan'in'. 4 I wull inclseine mine eaer til ane parabil ; I wull opin my mirk sayin' apon the herp. 5 Wharefor shud I feser in the-dayes o' ill, whan the inequitie o' my heels heth gane roun' aboot me ? 6 Thaye that trust in th lir wakh, an' boost thamesel's in the multctud o' ihair gaines ; PSALM L. 45 7 Nane o' thame can bie onie meens redeim his brither, nar gie til God ane ransunie for him : 8 (For the redemptione o' thair saul is pracious, an' it is at ane en' forevir.) 9 That he shud still leive foraye, an' seena corruptione. 10 For he sees that wjse men dee ; likewayse the fule an' the bruutish persone perrishe, an' leefe thair walth til ithers. 1 1 Thair inwaird thoucht is, that thair houses sail contina for- evir, an' thair dvvallin'-pleces til a' ganaeratians : thaye ca' thair lan's efter thair ain nsemes. 12 Natheless man being in honor bidesna; he is like the beaests that decaye owtricht. 13 This thair waye is thair follie : natheless tliair posteritie appruve thair sayin's. Selah. 14 Like sheepe thaye ar laide in the grafFe ; deaeth sail feed on thame : an' the upricht sail hae powir ower thame in the moornin' ; an' thair beutie sail waiste in the grafFe frae thair dwallin'. 15 But God sail redeim my saul frae the thrawl o' the graffe ; for he sail receife me. Selah. 16 Bena thou rade whan ane is maede riche, whan the glorie o' his hous is inkresset. 17 For whan he dees, he sail carrie naethin' awa; his glorie sallna descen' efter him : 18 Thouch quhile he leivet he blisset his ain saul; an' men wull prayse thee whan thou dest weel til thysel. 19 He sail gae til the ganseratian o' his faethers : thaye sail nevir see the licht. 20 Man that is in honor, an' understan'sna, is like the beaests that perrishe. L. H Ane Psalm o' Asaph. THE michtie God, een the Lord, heth spokin, an' ca't the yirth frae the rasisin' til the gaein' doun o' the sun. 2 Owt o' Zion, the perfiteniss o' beutie, the Lord heth shynet. 3 Our God sail cum, an' sallna be seelent : ane fire sail devoor afore him, an' roun aboot him it sail be verra tempestiouse. 4 Frae aboone he sail ca' owt til the heacvens an' til the yirth, that he maye juudge the peeple. 46 THE BUIK o' PSALMS. 5 Gether my saunts thegither untill me ; thaye that liae maede ane covenent wi^ me bie saacrifice. 6 An' the heaevens sail speik furth his richteousniss ; for God himseP is juudge. Selah. 7 Heasr, O my peeple, an' I wull speik ; O Israel, an' I wuU beaer wutniss agayne thee : I am God, een thy God. 8 I vvullna repruve thee for thy saacrifices or thy brunt-afferin's, til hae been continwallie afore me. 9 I wull tak' nae stot owt o' thy hous, nar he-gaits owt o' thy falds. 10 For ilka beast o' the greenwud is mine, an' the kattle apon ane thousan' hills. Ill ken a' the burds o' the mountans, an' the untamet besests o' the desart ar mine. 12 Gif I wer hungerie, I wadna tell thee : for the warld an' the fu'uiss o't is mine. 13 "Wull I eet the flesch o' bulls, or drynk the bluid o' gaits ? 14 Affer untill God tlianksgiein' ; an' paye thy vowes til the Maist Hie. 15 An' ca' apon me in the daye o' truble, an' I wull answir thee : I wull delifer thee, an' thou salt glorifie me. 16 But untill the wicket God says, What best thou til do til speik owt my staatutes, or that thou shudist tak' my covenent in thy mooth ? 17 Seein' thou hsetist instrucksione, an' flingist my wurds ahint thee. 18 Whan thou sawist ane reyffar, than thou becamist airt an' pairt wi' him, an' eke best been partaker wi' advoutirers. 19 Thou gieist thy mooth til ill, an' thy tung frames deceits. 20 Thou sittist, an' speikist agayne thy brither ; thou slan^erist thine ain mither's son. 21 Thae things best thou dune, an' I keepet seelence ; thou thouchtist that I was a'thegither sic an ane as thysel' : but I wull repruuve thee, an' set thame in oordir afore thine eyne. 22 Nowe tak' thoucht o' this, ye that forget God, in kase I reeive you in pieces, an' ther be nane til delifer. 23 Whasae affers prayse glorifies me : an' til him that oordirs his waye aricht I wull shaw the salvatione o' God. PSALM LI. 47 LI. t Til the chief musicien, Ane Psalm o' David. HAE mercie apon me, O God, akordin^ til thy loein'-kindnlss ; akordin' untill the multetud o^ thy tendir mercies blat owt my wrang-gangin's. 2 Wasch me throwelie frae mine inequitie, an' cleense me frae my sin. 3 For I own my transgressiones, an* my sin is evir afore me. 4 Agayne thee, thee onlie hae I sinnet, an' dune this ill in thy sicht; that thou michtist be justifiet whan thou speikist, an' be cleaer whan thou juudgeist. 5 Behald, I was muuldet in inequitie, an' in sin did my mither conceife me. 6 Behald, thou desyrist trouth in the inwaird pairts, an' in the hydden pairt thou sallt mak' me til ken wusdoom. 7 Scour me wi' hyssop, an' I sail be cleen : wasch me, an' I sail be whiter nor the snaw. 8 Mak' me til heser joye an' gladsumeniss ; that the banes whilk thou hest brokin maye rejoyce. 9 Hyde thy fece frae my sins, an' blat owt a' mine inequities. 10 Creaat in me ane cleen hairt, O God, an' renewe ane richt speerit wuthin me. 1 1 Pitna me awa frae thy presince, an' takna thy Haly Speerit frae me. 12 Bring bak untill me the joye o' thy salvatione, an' uphaud me wi' thy free speerit. 13 Than wull I teech transgressers thy wayes : an' sinners sail be turnet untill thee. 14 Delifer me frae bluid-giltiniss, O God, thou God o' my sal- vatione, an' my tung sail sing luudlie o' thy richteousniss. 15 O Lord, opin thou my lippes, an' my mooth sail shaw furth thy prayse. 16 For thou desyrist na saacrifice, els wad I gie it thee : thou delichtistna in brunt-afferin'. 17 The saacrifices o' God ar ane brokin speerit: ane brokin an' ane rewfu' hairt, O God, thou wultna despaeise. 18 Do guid, in thy guid pleesur until Zion: bigg thou the wa's o' Jerusalem. 48 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 19 Than sallt thou be pleeset wi' the saacrifices o' richteousniss wi' brunt-afferin' an' haill brunt-aflerhi' : than sail thaye affer ousen apon thine altar. LII. H Til the chief musicien Maschil, Aue Psahn o' David whau Doeg the Edomite cam' an' tauld Saul, an' said untill him, David is cum til the hous o' Ahimelech. WHY boostist thou thysel in mischeef, O michtie man ? the ffuidniss o' God induurs continwallie. 2 Thy tung devseises mischeefs : like ane sherp razor vvurkin' deceitfulie. 3 Thou loeist ill mair nor guid, an' leein' rcethir nor til speik richteousniss. Selah. 4 Thou loeist a' devoorin' wurds, O tliou deceitfu' tung. 5 God sail likewaies destroye thee forevir : he sail tak' thee awa, an' pu' thee owt o' thy dwallin'-plece, an' rute thee owt o' the Ian' o^ the leivin'. Selah. 6 The richteous sail alsua see, an' feaer, an' sail lauch at him. 7 Lo, this is the man that msedena God hisstrencth ; but trustet in the routhniss o' his riches, an' strencthenet himsel in his vvicket- niss. 8 But I am like ane green olive-tree in the hous o' God : I trust in the mercie o' God forevir an' aye. 9 I wull prayse thee forevir, becaus thou hest dune it; an' I wull waite on thy naeme ; for it is guid in the presince o' thy saunts. LIIL II Til the chief musicien apon Mahalath, Maschil, Ane Psalm o' David. THE fule hes said in his hairt, Ther is nae God. Corrup ar thaye, an' liae dune abominabel inequitie : ther is nane that deth guid. 2 God luiket doun frae heaeven apon the childer o' men, til see gif ther wer onie that did understan', an' did seik God. 3 Ilka ane o' thame is gane bak ; thaye ar a'thegither becum foulsume : ther is nane that deth guid, na, nat ane. PSALMS LIV., LV. 49 4 Hae the wurkers o' inequitie nae wsetin ? wha eet up my peeple as thaye eet brefed : tliaye haena ca't apon God. 5 Ther vver thaye in grit feser, wher nae feaer was ; for God, athwart an' wyde abreaed, hses thrawn the banes o'him that encamps agayne thee. Thou best putten thame til shseme, becaus God heth despaeisit thame. 6 Och ! that the salvatione o' Israel wer cum owt o' Zion ! Whan God brings bak the taen awa o' his peeple, Jacob sail rejoyce, an' Israel sail be ffladsume. LIV. ' Til the chief musicien on Neginoth, Maschil, Ane Psalm o' David, whan the Zephims cam' an' said tU Saul, Desna David hyde himsel wi' us? SAUFE me, O God, bie thy nseme, an' guide me bie thy strencth. 2 Heser my prseyer, O God; gie eser til the wurds o' my mooth. 3 For fremet faes ar risen up agayne me, an' oppressors seik after my saul ; thaye haena set God afore thame. Selah. 4 Behald God is mine helper : the Lord is wi' thame that up- haud my saul. 5 He sail rewaird ill untill mine enimies : snag thame aff in thy trouth. 6 I wull franklie saacrifice untill thee : I wull prayse thy nseme, O Lord, for it is guid. 7 For he heth freet me owt o' a' truble : an' mine ae has seen his desyre apon mine enimies. LV. If Til the chief musicien on Neginoth, Maschil, Ane Psalm o' David. GIE eeer til my prseyar, O God, an' hydena thy sal frae my sup- plicatione. 2 Tak' tent untill me, an' heser ma ; I murn in my compleenin' an' mak' ane no3^se. 3 Becaus o' the voyce o' the enimie, becaus o' the oppressione o' the wicket ; for thaye smairg inequitie apon me, an' in wr^eth thaye haete me. E 50 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 4 My hairt is sair painet wuthin me : an' the terrers o' deeeth ar fa'n apon me. 5 Fe^rfuniss an' trimmlin' ar cum apon me, an' horrar heth ower-layde me. 6 An' I said, Oh that I had wings like ane dow ! for than wad I flie awa an' be at rest. 7 Lo, than wad I dander fer aff, an' bide in the desart. Selah- 8 I wad haesen my saufe wayegait frae the wundie stourm an' tempist. 9 Destroy e, O Lord, an' pit feid atween thair tungs, for I hae seen vielence an' strifFe in the citie. 10 Daye an' nicht apon the wa's thaye gang aboot it : mischeef alsua, an' dool, ar in the midst o't. 1 1 Wicketniss is in the middle thero' ; deceit an' gyle gaena awa frae hir throwegangs. 12 For it wasna ane enimie that reprochet me ; than I coud hae brooket it : naether was it he that hsetet me that maede himsel' big agayne me ; than I wad hae hydden mysel' frae him. 13 But it was thou, ane man mine ekwal, my gseyde, an' mine ackwantance. 14 We tuik sweit cunsil thegither, an' gaed fit for fit thegither een til the hous o' God. 15 Let deffith grip haud'o' thame, an' let thame gang doun quik intil hell ; for wicketniss is in thair dwallin's, an' amang thame. 16 As for me, I wull ca' apon God ; an' the Lord sail saufe me. 17 E'enin' an' moormn', an' at nuun, I wull crye aluud, an' he sail heser my voyce. 18 He sail free my saul in peece frae the battil that was agayne me ; for ther wer monie wi' me. 19 God sail heaer an' afflick thame, een he that bides o' auld. Selah. Becaus thaye hae nae changes, therfor thaye feaerna God. 20 He heth putten furth his ban's agayne sic as be at peece wi' him ; he heth brokin' his coven ent. 21 The wurds o' his mooth wer mair saft an' slegie nor butter, but weir was in his hairt : his wurds wer safter nor oolie, nathless wer thaye drawn swords. 22 Thraw thy burden apon the Lord, an' he wull susteen thee : he sail nevir thole the richteous til be muvet. 23 But thou, O Lord, sallt bring thame doun intil the pit o' de- PSALMS LVI., LVII. 51 struckshon: bluidie an' deceitfu' men sallna leive owt haufF thair dayes ; but I wull trust in thee. LVI. t Til the chief musicien apon Jonath-elem-rechokim, Michtam o' David, whan the Philistines tuik him in Gath. BE mercifu' til me, O God ; for man wad swallie me up ; he, fichtin', day lie oppresses me. 2 Mine enimies wad swallie me up daye bie daye, for thaye be monie that ficht agayne me, O thou Maist Hie. 3 What time I am afearet, I wull trust in thee. 4 In God I wull prayse his wurd ; in God I hae put my trust : I wullna feaer what flesch can do til me. 5 Ilka daye thaye distourt my wurds : a,' thair thouchts ar agayne me for ill. 6 Thaye gether thamsel's thegither; thaye hyde thamesel's, thaye merk my stepps whan thaye waite for my saul. 7 Sail thaye get cleaer aff bie inequitie ? in thine angir thraw doun the peeple, O God. 8 Thou cuuntist my wanderin's: pit thou my teaers intil thy bottell : ar thaye nat in thy bulk ? 9 Whan I crye untill thee, than sail my faes turn bak: this I ken ; for God is for me. 10 In God wull I prayse his wurd: in the Lord his wurd wull I prayse. 1 1 In God hae I putten my trust ; I wullna be rade for what man can do til me. 12 Thy vowes ar apon me, O God: I wull gie prayse untill thee. 13 For thou best deliferet my saul frae deaeth : wulltna thou free my feet frae fa^in', that I maye gang afore God in the licht o' the leivin'? LVII. 11 Til the chief musicien, Al-tas-chith, Michtam o' David, whan he gaed awa' frae Saul in the caefe. BE mercifu' til me, Q God, be mercifu' til me, for my saul trusts in thee : ay, in the skaddaw o' thy wings wull I mak' my skug, til a' thae sair wandrethes be gane bye. 52 THE BUIK O PSALMS. 2 I wuU crye untill God maist hie ; untill God, that deth a^ things for me. 3 He sail sen' frae heaven, an' saufe me frae the reproch o' him that wad swallie me up. Selah. God sail sen' furth his mercie an' his tiouth. 4 !My saul is araang lions ; an' I lye een araang thame that ar set on fire, een the sons o' men, whase teeth ar speers an' arras, an' thair tung ane sherp sword. 5 Be thou liftet hie up, O God, aboone the heavens ; let thy glorie be aboone a' the yirth. 6 Thaye hae prepairet ane nette for my stepps ; my 'saul is bowet doun : thaye hae howket ane pitt afore me, in the middle o' whillc thaye tbamesel's hae fa'n. Selah. 7 My hairt is firmlie sete, O God, my hairt is firmlie sete ; I wuU sing an' gie prayse. 8 Awauken up, my glorie ; awauken, psalterie an' herp ; I my- sel' wull awauken earlie. 9 I wuU prayse thee, O Lord, amang the peeple ; I wull sing untill thee amang the nationes. 10 For thy mercie is grit untill the heavens, an' thy trouth untill the cluds. 11 Be thou liftet up, O God, aboone the heaevens; let thy oflorie be aboone a' the yirth. LVIII. ^ Til the cMef musicien, Al-tas-chith, IMichtam o' David. DO ye trewlie speik richteousniss, O congregatione ? do ye juudge uprichtlie, O ye sons o' men ? 2 Ay, ye in hairt wurk wicketuiss ; ye \yie the vielence o' your ban's in the yirth. 3 The wicket ar efremet frae the wome ; thaye gang astraye as sune as thaye be born, speikin' lees. 4 Thair pusen is like the pusen o' ane serpint ; thaye ar like the deef eddart that stapps hir lug ; 5 Whilk wullna herken til the voyce o' chermers, cherm thaye nevir sae wyselie. 6 Brik thair teeth, O God, in thair mooth; brik owt the grit teeth o' the yuno- lions, O Lord. PSALM LIX. 53 7 Let thame melt awa like waters that riil continwallie ; whan he ben's his bowe til scliuut his arras, let thame be as cutet in pieces. 8 As ane snail vvhilk melts, let ilka ane o' thame passe awa; like the wantimelie birth o' ane woman, that thaye may seena the sun. 9 Afoi'e your pats can feel tlie thoorns, he sail tak' thame awa as gif wi' ane whurhvund, baith leivin', an' in his wraeth. 10 The richteous sail rejoyce whan he sees the vangence ; he sail wasch his feet in the bluid o' the wicket. 11 Sae that ane man sail say, Trevvlie ther is ane rewaird for the richteous: trewlie he is ane God that juudges in the yirth. LIX. ^ Til the chief musicien, Al-tas-chith, Michtam o' David, whan Saul sendet, an' thaye watchet the hous til kill him. DELIFER me frae mine enimies, O my God ; skug me frae thame that raeise up agayne me. 2 Delifer me frae the wurkers o' inequitie, an' saufe me frae bluidie men. 3 For lo, thaye lye on the owtluik for my saul : the michtie ar getheret agayne me : nat for my wrang-gangin', nar for my sin, O Lord. 4 Thaye rin an' mak' thamesel's readie wuthouten my faut ; awauken til helpe me, an' behald. 5 Thou, therfor, O Lord God o' hosts, the God o' Israel, awauken til veesit a' the heasthin : bena mercifu' til onie wicket transgresser. Selah. 6 Thaye cum bak at e'enin' : thaye mak' ane noyse like ane dog, an' gang roun' aboot the citie. 7 Behald thaye rift owt wi' thair mooth ; swords ar in thair lipps, for wha (saye thaye) deth heser ? 8 But thou, O Lord, sallt lauch at thame ; thou sallt hae a' the heaethin in derishion. 9 Becaus o' his strencth wuU I waite apon thee : for God is my saufegaird. 10 The God o' my mercie sail gae afore me : God sail let me see my wush apon mine enimies. 11 Dinna sley thame owtricht, in case my fowk forget: drseive 54 THE BUIK o' PSALMS. thaiiie abreaed bie thy wicht, an' bring thame doun, O Lord, our slieeld. 12 For the sin o' thair mooth, an' the wurds' o' thair lipps, let thame een be taen in thair pryde, an for bannin' an' leein' whilk thaye speik. 13 Consuum thame in furie, consuum thame that thaye mayna be ; an' let thame ken that God rings in Jacob untill the en's o' the yirth. Selah. 14 An' at e'enin' let thame cum bak ; an' let thame mak' noyse like ane dog, an' gang roun' aboot the citie. 15 Let thame dander up an' doun seikin' fude, an' grudje gif thaye bena satisfiet. 16 But I vvull sing o' thy powir; ay, I wull sing aluud o' thy mercie in the moornin' : for thou best been my defense an' beeld in the daye o' my truble. 17 Untill thee, O my strencth, wull I sing.; for God is ray de- fense, an' the God o' my mercie. LX. H Til the chief musicien apon Shushan-eduth, Michtam o' David, til teech whau he strasfe wi' Aram-naharaim, au' wi' Aram-zobah, whan Joab cam' bak au' smate o' Edom iu the Vallie o' Saut twal thousan'. OGOD, thou best casen us afF, thou best drien us abreaed, thou best been displeaset : O turn thysel' til us agane. 2 Thou best msede the yirth til trimmel ; thou best brokin it : men' the gaaps thero', for it shogs. 3 Thou best shawet thy peeple sad an' sair things; thou best masde us til drynk the wine o' wunderment. 4 Thou best gien ane banner til thame that feser thee, that it maye be display et becaus o' the trouth. Selah, 5 That thy belofet may be deliferet ; saufe wi' thy richt ban', an' heaer me. 6 God heth spokin' in his haliniss; I wull rejoyce : I wull de- vyde Shechem, an' meseser owt the vallie o' Succoth. 7 Gilead is mine, Manassah is mine ; Ephraim alsua is the strencth o' mine hesed, an' Judah is my lawgieer. 8 Moab is my wasch-pat : ower Edom wull I thraw my shoo : Philistia, wult thou now triumffower me ? PSALMS LXI., LXII. 55 9 Wha wuU bring me intil the Strang citie ? wha "wull leede me intil Edom ? 10 Wult thou, O God, whilk best casen us aiF? an' thou, O God, whilk didistna gang owt wi' our bands o' weir ? 11 Gie us help frae truble ; for the help o' man is vaine. 12 Throwe God we wull do douchtielie : for he it is that sail tramp doun our enimies. LXI. IT Til the chief musicien apon Niginah, Ane Psalm o' David. HEjER ray crye, O God ; tak' tent untill my prseyer. 2 Frae the en' o' the yirth wull I crye untill thee, whan my hairtis owercum leed me til the rok that is heicher nor I. 3 For thou best been ane scug for me, an' ane Strang towir frae the enimie. 4 I wull bide in thy taabernakle for aye : I wull trust in the kuvert o' thy wings. Selah. 5 For thou, O God, best heaerd my vowes : thou best gien me the heirseep o' thame that feser thy nasme. 6 Thou wult draw lang the lifFe o' the king, an' mak' his yeers as monie ganeeratians. 7 He sail bide afore God for aye : O prepair mercie an' trouth wbilk may preserfe him. 8 Sae wull I sing prayse til thy nseme forevir, that I maye daylie paye my vowes. LXII. H Til the chief musicien, til Jeduthun, Ane Psalm o' David. TREWLIE my saul waites apon God : frae him cums my sal- vatione. 2 He onlie is my rok an' my beltb : he is my hie piece, I sall- na be gritlie muvet. 3 How lang wull ye imagin mischeef agayne ane man ? ye sail be sleyn a' o' ye : as ane boulgie wa' sail ye be, an' as ane waigglin' fense. 56 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 4 Thaye onlie konsult til thraw him doun frae his eksellencie : thaye delicht in lees : thaye bliss wi' thair mooth, an' ban invvairdlie. 5 My saul, waite thou onlie apon God ; for ray expecktashone is frae him. 6 He onlie is my rok an' my salvatione : he is my defense ; I sallna be muvet. 7 In God is my salvatione an' my glorie : the rok o' my strencth an' my sauftie-hovvif is in God. 8 Trust in him at a' times, ye peeple ; teem owt your hairts afore him : God is ane sauftie-howfF for us. Selah. 9 Shurelie men o' leuch degree ar vanitie : an' men o' heich degree ar ane lee. Til be layde in the balinse thaye ar a'thegither lichter nor vainitie. 10 Trustna in oppressione, an' becumna vaine in reyflake : gif riches inkresse, setna your hairt apon thame. 1 1 God heth spokin ance ; twaeis hae I heaerd this, that powir belangs untill God. 12 Alsua untill thee, O Lord, belangs mercie ; for thou ren- dirist til ilka man akordin' til his warks. o LXIII. H Ane Psalm o' David, whan he was in the Wulderniss o' Judah. GOD, thou art my God, earlie wull I seik thee : my saul thrists for thee, my flesch langs for thee in ane drie an' wearie Ian' whare nae water is ; 2 Til see thy powir an' thy glorie, sae as I hae seen thee in the sanctuarie. 3 Becaus thy loein-kindniss is better nor lifFe, my lipps sail prayse thee. 4 Thus wull I bliss thee while I leive ; I wull lift up my ban's in thy nasme. 5 My saul sail be satisfiet as wi' marra an' fatniss, an' my mooth sail prayse thee wi' joyfu' lipps ; 6 Whan I remembir thee apon my bed, an' tak' deep thoucht o' thee in the hoors o' the nicht. 7 Becaus thou best been my staye, therfor in the skaddaw o' thy wings wull 1 rejoyce. PSALMS LXIV., LXV. 57 8 My saul folios clos efter thee : thy richt han' uphauds me. 9 But thaye that seik my saul til destroye it, sail gang intil the lower pairts o' the yirth. 10 Thaye sail fa' bie the sword; thaye sail be ane melteth for the tods. 1 1 But the king sail rejoyce in God : ilka ane that sweers bie him sail glorie : but the lipps o' thame that speik lees sail be stappet. LXIV. t Til the chief musicien, Ane Psalm o' David. HE^R my voyce, O God, in my praeyer; preserfe my liiFe frae feaer o' the enimie. 2 Hyde me frae the seceret cunsil o' the wicket : frae the raeis- ing up o' the wurkers o' inequitie ; 3 Wha sherpen thair tungs like ane sword, an' ben' thair bowes til schuut thair arras, een bitter w^urds. 4 That thaye may schuut wi' hidden ettle at the perfite : in ane wanwuth thaye schuut wuthouten dreasdour. 5 Thaye eg on thamesel's in ane ill thing : thaye commuun anent layin' girns hiddlinslie : thaye saye, Wha sail see thame ? 6 Thaye howk owt inequities : thaye akomplish ane eident en- quaeirie: baith the inwaird thoucht o' ilka ane o' thame an' the hairt is deepe. 7 But God sail schuut at thame wi' ane arra; suddanlie sail thaye be wuundet. 8 Sae sail thaye mak' thair ain tung til fa' apon thamesel's : a' sail flee awa that see thame. 9 An' a' men sail feeer, an' sail speik furth the wark o' God ; for thaye sail wyselie dwall in deepe thoucht on his doin'. 10 The richteous sail be gladsume in the Lord, an' sail trust in him ; an' a' the upricht in hairt sail glorie. LXV. H Til the chief musicieu, Ane Psalm an' Sang o' David. ^RtEYSE waites for thee, O God, in Zion ; an' untill thee sail the vowe be payet. 58 THE BUIK o' PSALMS. 2 Untill thee, O tbou that heaerist praeyer, sail a' ilesch cum. 3 Inequities mak' inraid agayne me : as for our transgressiones, thou sallt cleense thame awa. 4 Blisset is the man wham thou chuusist, an' causist til cum neser untill thee, that he may dwall in thy cuurts. We sail be satisfiet wi' the guidniss o' thy hous, een o' thy haly temple. 5 Bie terrabil things in richteousniss wult thou answir us, O God o' our salvatione, wha art the konfidense o' a' the en's o' the yirth, an' o' thame that ar afer afF apon the se. 6 Whilk bie his strencth settist siccer the mountans, bein' girth et wi' powir; 7 Whilk stillist the noyse o' the seis, the noyse o' the waves, an' the racket o' the peeple. 8 Thaye alsua that dwall in the maist owt-bye pairts ar afeasret at thy tokins : thou makist the owt-gangin' o' the moornin' an the e'enin' til rejoyce. 9 Thou veesitist the yirth, an' waterist it ; thou gritlie inrichist it wi' the river o' God, whilk is fu' o' water: thou prepairist the coorn whan thou best sae msede it readie. 10 Thou waterist the riggs o't abundentlie ; thou settelist the furs thero' ; thou makist it saft wi' shoors ; thou blissist the brairdin' o't. 1 1 Thou crownist the yeer wi' thy guidniss, an' thy peths drap fatniss. 12 Thaye drap apon the pasters o' the wuldirniss ; an' the wee hills rejoyce on ilka syde. 13 The heff-gangs ar claethet wi' hirsels o' sheepe ; the vallies ar alsua kiveret ower wi' coorn ; thaye crye owt for joy, thaye li!t alsua an' sing. LXVI. H Til the chief musicien, Aue Sang or Psalm. MAK' ane joyfu' noyse untill God, a' ye lan's. 2 Sing furth the honor o' his nseme; mak' his prayse glorious. 3 Say untill God, Howe terrabil art thou in thy warks ! throuch the gritniss o' thy powir sail thine enimies submisse thame- sel's til thee. PSALM LXVII. 59 4 A' the yirth sail wurship thee, an' sail sing untill thee ; thaye sail sing til thy naeme. 5 Cum an' see the warks o' God: he is terrabil in his doin' towairds the childer o' men. 6 He turnet the se intil dry Ian' ; thaye gaed throwe the flude on fit ; ther did we rejoyce in him. 7 He ruuls hie his powir forevii' ; his eyne behald the nationes: letna the rebelleous lift thamesel's up. Selah. 8 O bliss our God, ye peeple, an' mak' his prayse be heard ; 9 Whilk bauds our saul in liffe, an' tholesna our feet til be muvet. 10 For thou, O God, best pruvet us; thou best tryet us as siller is tryet. 11 Thou brangist us intil the nette ; thou laydist afflicksone on our lains. 12 Thou best causet men til ryde ovver our bejfeds : we gaed throwe fire an' throwe water ; but thou brangist us owt intil ane walthie piece. 13 1 wull gang intil thy hous wi' brunt-afFerin's ; I wull paye thee my vowes, 14 Whilk my lipps hae uutteret an' m}^ mooth heth spokin, whan I was in truble. 15 I wull affer untill thee brunt-saacrifices o' fatlins, wi' the insense o' tips : I wull affer ousen wi' gaits. 16 Cum an' heaer, a' ye that feaer God ; I wull speik owt what he heth dune for my saul. 17 1 cryet untill him wi' my mooth, an' he was ekstoUet wi' my tung. 18 Gif I goam inequitie in my hairt, the Lord wullna heser me. 19 But trewlie God heth heserd me ; he heth ta'en tent til the voyce o' my prseyer. 20 Blisset be God, wha hethna turnet awa my praeyer frae him, nar his mercie frae me. a LXVII. H Til the chief musicien on Negiuoth, Ane Psalm or Sang. OD be mercifu' untill us, an' bliss us, an' caus his fece til shyne apon us. Selah. 60 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 2 That thy waye may be kennet apon yirth, an' thy saufin' helth amang a' nationes. 3 Let the peeple prayse thee, O God ; let a' the peeple prayse thee. 4 O let the nationes be blythe, an' sing for joye ; for thou sallt juudge the peeple richteouslie, an' govern the nationes apon yirth. Selah. 5 Let the peeple prayse thee, O Lord ; let a' the peeple prayse thee. 6 Than sail the yirth gie furth hir inkresse ; an' God, een our God, sail bliss us. 7 God sail bliss us ; an' a' the en's o' the yirth sail feaer him. Lxvin. If Til the chief musicien, Ane Psalm or Sang o' David. LET God rgeise up, let his enimies be scatteret : let thame alsua that haete him flie afore him. 2 As reek is drein awa, sae awa let thame be drein : as waks melts afore the fire, sae let the wicket melt awa in the presinse o' God. 3 But let the richteous be gladsume : let thame rejoyce afore God; yis, let thame rejoyce ekseedin'lie. 4 Sing untill God, sing prayses til his naeme : ekstol him that rydes apon the heaevens by his naeme Jah, an' rejoyce afore him. 5 Ane faether o' the faetherliss, an' ane juudge o' the widaws, is God in his haly dwallin'. 6 God setts the rewfu' an' lane in families : he brings owt thae whilk ar bund in cheens ; but the contramashous dwall in ane barren Ian'. 7 O God, whan ye gaed furth afore the peeple, whan thou didist maerch throwe the wulderniss ; Selah : 8 The yirth shuuk, the heaevens drappet at the presince o' God, the God o' Israel. 9 Thou, O God, didist sen' ane routh rain, wharebie thou didist refreshan an' mak' firm thine, heirskep whan it was wurn wearie. 10 Thy congregatione has dwalt therin : o' thy guidniss thou hest, O God, layde up sumething for the puir. 1 1 The Lord gaefe the wurd, an' grit was the companie o' thae that publishet it. PSALM LXVIII. 61 12 Kings o' aevmies did flee at ance : an' she wha stayet at hame devydet the spulsyie. 13 Thouch ye hae Iceyne amang the pats, yit sail ye be as the wings o' ane dow, kiveret wi' siller, an' her feathers wi' yallo gowd. 14 Whan the Almichtie skatteret kings for hir, she was white as snaw in Salmon. 15 The hill o' God is as the hill o' Bashan ; ane heich hill, as the hill o' Bashan. 16 Therfor, why lowp ye an' conten', ye hills o' heich heaeds ? This is the hill whilk God desyres til dwall in ; yis, the Lord wull dwall in it for aye. 17 The chareats o' God ar twontie thousan' ; een monie thou- san's o' angils : the Lord is amang thame in his haly piece, as in Sinai. 18 Thou hest gane up on hie : thou hest led captifitie captife : thou hest receifet giftes for men; ay, for the contramashous alsua, that the Lord God micht dwall amang thame. 19 Blisset be the Lord, wha daye efter daye lades us wi' guid things, een the God o' our salvatione. Selah. 20 He that is our God is the God o' salvatione : an' untill God the Lord the furthgaein's frae deasth belang. 21 But God sail wuund the hesed o' his enimies, an' the hairie scaup o' sic an ane as gaes wullfullie still on in his trespassis. 22 The Lord said, I wull bring agane frae Bashan : I wull bring my peeple agane frae the deeps o' the se. 23 That thy fit may be dippet in the bluid o' thine enimies, an' in the sgeme the tung o' thy dogs. 24 Thaye hae seen thy gaeings, O God ; een the gaeings o' my God, my King, in the sanctuarie. 25 The singirs gaed afore, the playirs on instriments folloet efter : amang thame wer the yung dames playin' on timbrils. 26 Bliss ye God in the congregatione ; een the Lord, frae the fountan o' Israel. 27 Ther is wee Benjamin, wi' thair ruuler, the cheefs o' Judah, an' thair cunsil, the cheefs o' Zebulun, an' the cheefs o' Naphtali. 28 Thy God heth comman'et thy strencth : wi' strencth mak' siccer, O God, that whilk thou hest dune for us. 29 Becaus o' thy temple at Jerusalem, sail kings bring pro- pines untill thee. 30 Rebuik the throck o' speermen, the ferkishen o' the bulls, 62 THE BUIK O PSALMS. wi' the cafes o' the peeple, til ilka anesubmisse himsel' wi'peices o' siller : skatter thou the peeple that delicht in weir. 31 Princes sail cum owto' Egypt; Ethiopia sail sune streeke owt his han's untill God. 32 Sing untill God, ye kingdooms o' the yirth ; O sing prayses untill the liord. Selah. 33 Til him wha rydes apon the heaevens o' hesevens whilk wer o' auld ; lo, he deth sen' owt his voyce, an' that ane voyce michtie. 34 Ascrybe ye strencth untill God : his eksellencie is ower Israel, an' his strencth is in the cluds. 35 O God, thou art terrabil owt o' thy haly pieces : the God o' Israel is he that gies strencth an' powir untill his peeple. Blisset be God. LXIX. 1i Til the chief musicien apon Shoshannim, Ane Psalm o' David. SAUFE me, O God, for the waters hae cum in untill my saul. 2 I synk amang deep glar, whare ther is nae stan'in' : I am cum intil deep waters, whare the fludes ower-gang me. 3 I am wearie o' my cryin' ; my bass is dryet, mine eyne faeil while I waite for my God. 4 Thaye that haete me wuthouten ane caus ar mae nor the hairs o' mine heaed : thaye that wad destroye me, bein^ mine eni- mies wrangfulie, ar michtie : than I rendiret that whilk I tuikna awa. 5 O God, thou kennist my fulishniss, an' my sins arna hidden frae thee. 6 Letna thame that waite on thee, O Lord God o' hosts, be shsemet for my sak' : letna thae that seik thee be confuundet for my sak', O God o' Israel. 7 Becaus for thy sak' I hae tholet reproch : shsemeheth kiveret my fece. 8 I am becum ane fremet untill my brithren, an' ane forener until my mither's childer. 9 For the zeel o' thine hous hges eeten me up ; an' the re- proches o' thame that reprochet thee hae fa'n apon me. 10 Whan I grat an' chestenet my saul wi' fastin', that was til my reproch. PSALM LXIX. 63 111 maede sackclaith alsua my cleedin', an' I becam' ane bie- wurd til thame. V2 Thaye that sit in the yette speik agayne me, an' I was the sang o' the drunkards. 13 But as for me, my prseyer is untill thee, OLord, in ane akseptabil time : O God, in the multitud o' thy mercie, heaer me in the trouth o' thy salvatione. 14 Owt o' the clart delifer me, an' letna me synk : let me be deliferet frae thame that haete me, an' owt o' the deep waters. 15 Letna the waterflude owerfleete me, naether let the deep svvallie me up, an' letna the pitt apon me shute hir mooth. 16 Heeer me, O Lord, for thy loein-kindniss is guid ; turn untill me akordin' til the multitud o' thy tendir mercies. 17 An' hydena thy fece frae thy servent, for I am in truble ; heser me speedilie. 18 Draw neaer untill my saul, an' redeim it ; delifer me becaus o' mine enimies. 19 Thou hest kennet my reproch, an' my shaeme, an' my wan- honor : mine advarsaries ar a' afore thee. 20 Reproch h^s brokin mine hairt, an' I am fu' o' hiviniss ; an' I luikit for sum til tak' pitie, but ther was nane, an' for comfertirs, but I fand nane. 21 Ga' thaye alsua gsefe me for my meoet, an' in my thrist thaye ggefe me venigar til drynk. 22 Let thair tabel becum ane girn afore thame ; an' that whilk shud hae been for tiiair weelfare, let it becum ane kittlebrode. 23 Let thair eyne be derkenet that thaye seena, an' let thair lains continwallie shak'. 24 Teem owt thine indignatione apon thame, an' let thy frenfu* angir tak' baud o' thame. 25 Let thair nasme be waiste an' lane, an' let nane dwall in thair tents. 26 For thaye persikute him wham thou hest smittin, an' thaye speik til the sad skaith o' thae wham thou hest wuundet. 27 Eek punishmint til thair eniquitie, an' let thame nat cum intil thy richteousniss. 28 Let thame be blattet owt frae the bulk o' the laeivin', an' nat be writ wi' the richteous. 29 But I am puir an' fu' o' sorra : let thy salvatione, O God, sett me up on hie. 64 THE BUIK O PSALMS. 30 I wull prayse the nseme o' God wi' ane sang, an' wuU mag- nifie him wi' thanksgiein'. 31 This alsua sail pleese the Lord mair nor ane stot or bullok that heth cluts an' hoorns. 32 The lawlie sail see this, an' be gladsume : an' your hairts sail laeive that seik God. S3 For the Lord heaers the puir, an' despaeisesna his prisenirs. 34 Let the heaevens an' yirth prayse him, the seis an' ilka thing that muves therin. 35 For God wull saufe Zion, an' wull bigg the cities o' Judah ; that thaye maye dwall ther, an' hae it in haudin. 36 The afFspring alsua o' his servents sail inheerit it, an' thaye that loe his name sail dwall therin. LXX. H Til the chief musicien, Ane Psalm o' David til bring til remembirence. MAK' haeste, O God, to delifer me ; mak' haeste til helpe me, O Lord. 2 Let thame be shasmet an' confuundet that seik efter my saul : let thame be turnet bakwaird, an' putten til confushon, that desyre my skaith. 3 Let thame be turnet bak for ane rewaird o' thair shaeme that say, Aha ! Aha ! 4 Let a' thae that seik thee rejoyce an' be gladsume in thee ; an' let sic as loe thy salvatione say continwallie, Let God be mag- nifiet. 5 But I am puir an' needie, mak' haeste untill me, O God : ye ar my help an' deliferer ; mak' nae taiggling, O Lord. LXXL IN thee, O Lord, do I pit my trust ; let me nevir be putten til confushon. 2 Delifer me in thy richteousniss, an' cans me til gete cleer afF; inclaeine thine eaer untill me, an' saufe me. 3 Be thou my Strang hous, whareuntill I may continwallie re- PSALM LXXI. 65 sourt : thou hest gien commandement til saufe me : for thou art my rok an' cassel. 4 Delifer me, O my God, owt o' the han' o' the wicket; owt o the han' o' the unrichteous an' cruili man. 5 For thou art my houpe, O Lord God ; thou art my trust frae my youdith. 6 Bie thee hae I been hauden up frae the wome : thou art he that tuik me owt o' my mither's bowils ; my prayse sail be contin- wallie o' thee. 7 I am as ane wunder untill monie : but thou art my Strang hauld. 8 A' the daye let my mooth be fillet wi' thy honor an' thy prayse. 9 Thrawna me aff in the time o' my auld age ; forsakna me whan my pith gaes waye. 10 For mine enimies speik agayne me; an' thaye that laye waite for my saul tak' cunsil thegither, 11 Sayin', God heth forhowet him; persikute an' tak' him; for ther is nane til delifer him. 12 O God, bena fer frae me : O my God, mak' hasste for my helpe. 13 Let thame be confuundet an' consuumet that ar advarsaries til my saul : let thame be kiveret wi' reproch an' wanhonor that seik my skaith. 14 But I wull houpe continwallie, an' prayse thee mair an' mair. 15 My mooth sail shaw furth thy richteousniss an' salvatione a' the daye ; for I kenna the nummer o' thy mercies. 16 I wull gae on in the strencth o' the Lord God : I wull mak' mentione o' thy richteousniss, an' thine onlie. 17 O God, thou hest taucht me frae my youdith; an' hiddertil hae I spokin furth thy wunderfu' warks. 18 Nowe alsua whan I am auld an' graey-heaedet, O God, for- howena me til I hae shawet furth thy strencth til this ganseratian, an' thy powir til ilka ane that is til cum. 19 Alsua thy richteousniss, O God, is verra hie, wha hest dune grit things : O God, wha is like until thee ? 20 Thou, whilk hest shawet me grit an' sair trubles, salt quikan me agane, an' agane sallt bring me up frae the deeps o' the yirth. 21 Thou sallt inkresse my gritniss, an' comfirt me on ilka syde. F gg THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 22 I wull alsua prayse thee, een thy trouth, wi' the psaltrie, O my God : untill thee wull I sing wi' the herp, O thou Haly Ane o' Israel. 23 Whan I sing untill thee, my lipps sail gritlie rejoyce, an' my saul, whilk thou hest redeimet. 24 My tung alsua sail tauk o' thy richteousniss a' the daye lang: for thaye ar confuundet an' broucht untill shaeme that soucht my skaith. LXXII. t Ane Psalm for Solomon. GIE the king thy juudgemints, O God, an' thy richteousniss untill the king's son. 2 He sail juudge thy fowk wi' richteousniss, an' thy puir wi' juudgemint. 3 The mountans sail bring furth peece til the peeple, an' the wee hills bie richteousniss. 4 He sail juudge the puir o' the peeple; he sail saufe the childer o' the needie, an' sail brik in flinders the oppresser. 5 Thaye sail feser thee as lang as the sun an' muun induur, throuchowt a' ganseratians. 6 He sail cum doun like raine apon the mawn gerse, as shoors that water the yirth. 7 In his dayes sail the richteous flurish, an' routh o' peece, sae lang as the muun induurs. 8 He sail hae dominione alsua frae se til se, an' frae the river til the en's o' the yirth. 9 Thaye that dwall in the wuldirniss sail beck afore him, an' his enimies sail lick the mool. 10 The kings o' Tarshish an' o' the isles sail bring propines ; the kings o' Sheba an' Seba sail affer giftes. 1 1 Yis, a' the kings sail fa' doun afore him ; a' nationes sail ser' him. 12 For he sail delifer the needie whan he cryes, the puir alsua an' him that haes nae helpir. . 13 He sail spare the puir an' needie, an' o' the needie sail saufe the sauls. PSALM LXXIII. 67 14 He sail redeim thair sauls frae deceite an' vielence, an' pra- cious sail thair bluid be in his sicht. 15 An' he sail leive, an' til him sail be gien o' the gowd o' Sheba : praeyer sail alsua be maede for him continwallie, an' daylie sail he be prasyset. 16 Ther sail be ane neiffu' o' coorn in the yird apon the tap o' the mountans: the frute o't sail shak' like Lebanon; an' thaye o' the citie sail flurish like gerse o' the yirth. 17 His naeme sail induur forevir: his nasme sail be continaet as lang as the sun ; an' men sail be blisset in him : a' nationes sail ca' him blisset. 18 Blisset be the Lord God, the God o' Israel, wha onlie deth wunderfu' things. 19 An' blisset be his glorious nasme forevir: an' let the haill yirth be fillet wi' his glorie. Saebied, an' Saebied. 20 The praeyers o' David the son o' Jesse ar endet. LXXIII. If Ane Psalm o' Asaph. TREWLIE God is guid til Israel, een til sic as ar o' ane cleen hairt. 2 But as for me, my feet wer amaist gane : mystepps had weel nie sklydet. 3 For I was euveeous at the fulish, whan I saw the weelfare o' the wicket. 4 For ther ar nae bands in thair deseth, but thair strencth is stoot. 5 Thaye arna in truble as ither men ; nsether ar plseguet like ither men. 6 Therfor pryde is roun' aboot thame as ane cheen ; vielence kivers thame as ane rocklay. 7 Thair eyne stan' owt wi' taugh; thaye hae mair nor hairt coude wush, 8 Thaye ar corrup, an^ speik wicketlie anent oppressione . thaye speik loftilie. 9 Thaye set thair mooth agayne the heaBvens ; an' thair tung wags throwe the yirth. 68 THE BUIK o' PSALMS. 10 Therfor his peeple turn bak hidder ; an' waters o' ane fu cup ar wrung owt til thanie : 1 1 An' tliaye say, Howe deth God ken ? an' is ther feille in the Maist Hie ? 12 Behald, thae ar the ungodlie, wha prospir in the warld: thaye inkresse in walth. 13 Trewlie I hae cleenset my hairt in vaine, an' waschet my ban's in innicencie. 14 For a' the daye lang hae I been plasguet, an' chesanet ilka moornin'. 15 Gif I say, I wull speik thus; behald, I shude offen' agayne the ganseratian o' thy childer. 16 Whan I soucht til understan' this, it was ower painfu' for me. 17 Until I gaed in til the sanctuarie o' God, an' than understude I thair en'. 18 Shurelie thou didist set thame in slidderie pieces : thou dingist thame doun intil destruckshon. 19 Howe ar thaye broucht intil desolatione as in ane wanwuth ! thaye ar uutterlie consuumet wi' terrers. 20 As ane dreem whan ane awaukens, sae, O Lord, whan thou awaukenist, thou sallt despaeise thair image. 21 Thus my hairt was greifet, an' I was prodet in my reens. 22 Sae fulish was I an' ignorant: I was as ane beaest afore thee. 23 Natheless I am continwallie wi' thee : thou best haudden me bie my richt ban'. 24 Thou sallt gseyde me wi' thy cunsil, an' efterwairds receife me intil glorie. 25 Wham hae 1 in heseven but thee ? an' ther is nane apon yirth that I desyre forbye thee. 26 My flesch an' my hairt faeil : but God is the strencth o' my hairt, an' my portione forevir. 27 For lo, thame that ar fer frae thee sail perrishe : thou best destroyet a' thame that gang a-lustin' frae thee. 28 But it is guid for me til draw neaer til God : I hae putten my trust in the Lord God, that I may speik furth a' his warks. PSALM LXXIV. 69 LXXIV. If Maschil o' Asaph. OGOD, wharefor best thou casen us aff forevir ? why deth thine angir reek agayne the sheepe o' thy hefF-gang ? 2 Mind thy congregatione, whilk thou hest coft o' auld ; the rodd o' thine heirskep, whilk thou hest redeimet ; this Muunt Zion, wharein thou hest dwalt. 3 Lift up thy feet untill the en'liss desolationes, een a' that the enemie heth dune wicketlie in the sanctuarie. 4 Thine enimies rair in the middle o' thy congregationes ; thaye sete up thair ensygns for sygns. 5 Ance ane man was renommet akordin' as he had liftet up sexes apon the thick tries. 6 But nowe thaye brik doun the cervet wark thero' at ance wi' aexes an' hammirs. 7 Thaye bae thrawn fire intil thy sanctuarie ; tbaye bae fylet, bie thrawing doun the dwallin'-plece o' thy nseme til the gruun'. 8 Thaye said in thair hairts, Let us destroye tbame thegither ; thaye bae brunt up a' tbe synigogues o' God in the Ian'. 9 We seena our sygns ; ther is nae mair onie propbit, nsetber is ther amang us onie that kens howe lang. 10 O God, howe lang sail the advarsarie speik dispicbtfulie ? sail the enimie blasfeme tby na;me foraye ? 1 1 Why baudist thou bak thy ban', een tby ricbt ban' ? pu' it owt o' thy bozim. 12 For God is my King o' auld, wurkin' salvatione in the middle o' the yirth. 13 Thou didist cleefe tbe se bie tby strenctb ; thou didist brik the bea3ds o' tbe draegons in the waters. 14 Thou didist smatter the heaeds o' leviathan intil flenders, an' gaefist him til be fude til tbe peeple babitatin' the wuldirniss. 15 Thou didist cleefe the fuuntan an' the flude: thou dryetist up michtie rivers. 16 The daye is thine, tbe nicbt alsua is thine ; thou best pre- pairet the licht an^ the sun. 17 Thou best sete a' tbe boordirs o' tbe yirth : thou best maede simmir an' wintir. TO THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 18 Ae thing keep in mind, that the enimie hses reprochet, O Lord, an' that the fulish peeple hae blasfemet thy nseme. 19 O deliferna the saul o' thy turtle-dow untill the ferkishin' o' the wicket ; forgetna the congregatione o' thy puir foraye. 20 Hae respeck untill the covenent ; for the mirk pieces o' the yirth ar fu' o' the habitationes o' cruiltie. 21 O letna the oppresset cum bak doun o' mooth ; let the puir an' needie prayse thy nseme. 22 Raeise up, O God, pleed thine ain caus ; beaer in mind howe the fulish man reproches thee daylie. 23 Forgetna the voyce o' thine enimies : the throck an' dirdum o' thae that rise up agayne thee inkresses continwallie. LXXV. H Til the chief musicien, Al-tas-chith, Ane Psahn or Sang o' Asaph. UNTILL thee, O God, do we gie thanks ; untill thee do we gie thanks ; for that thy nagme is neaer thy wunderfu' warks crye owt. 2 Whan 1 sail receife the congregatione, uprichtly wuU I juudge. 3 Dissolfet is the yirth an' a' the indwallers thero' ; I baud up the pillers o't. Selah. 4 I said untill the fules, Deelna fulishlie ; an' til the wicket, Liftna up the hoorn : 5 Liftna up your hoorn on hie, nar speik wi' ane styffe necke. 6 For promovall cums naether frae the east nar frae the wast, nar frae the south. 7 But God is the juudge ; he pits doun ane, an' sets anither up. 8 For in the han' o' the Lord ther is ane cup, an' the wine is reid ; it is fu' o' mikstir, an' he teems owt the same : but the dreggs o't a' the wicket o' the yirth sail wring owt, an' drynk thame. 9 But I wull declair forevir : I wuU sing prayses til the God o' Jacob. 10 A' the hoorns o' the wicket alsua,wull I sneg aflf: but the hoorns o' the richteous sail be liftet up. PSALMS LXXVI., LXXVIl. 71 LXXVI. ^ Til the chief musicien on Niginoth, Ane Psalm or Sang o' David. IN Judali is God kennet : in Israel his naeme is grit. 2 In Salem alsua is his taabernakle, an' his dwallin'-plece in Zion. 3 Ther brak he the arras o' the bowe, the sheeld, the sword, an' the battel. Selah. 4 Thou art mair glorious an' eksellint nor the mountans o' preye. 5 The stoot-hairtet ar spulysiet : thaye hae sleepit thair sleep owtricht, an' nane o' the men o' micht hae fuund thair ban's. 6 At thy rebuik, O God o' Jacob, baith the chariat an' hors ar casen intil ane deepe sleepe. 7 Thou, een thou, art til be feaeret ; an' wha maye stan' afore thy sicht whan ance thou art angrie ? 8 Thou didist caus juudgeraint til be heserd frae heaeven, the yirth feasret an' was quash, 9 Whan God raeise up til juudgemint, til saufe a' the meik o' the yirth. Selah. 10 Shurelie the wrasth o' man sail prayse thee, an' the remaner o' wrasth thou wult restane. 11 Vowe, an' paye untill the Lord your God; let a' that be roun' aboot him bring propines untill him that oucht to be feaeret. 12 He sail sneg aff the speerit o' princes : he is terrabil til the kings o' the yirth. LXXVIl. t Til the chief musicien, til Jeduthun, Ane Psalm o' Asaph. ICRYET untill God wi' my voyce, een untill God wi' my voyce, an' he gaefe eaer untill me. 2 In the daye o' my truble I soucht the Lord ; my sair ran in the nicht, an' gaefe na ower ; my saul wadna be comfirtet. 3 I remembiret God, an' was trublet : I compleenet, an' my speerit was owercum. Selah. 4 Ye baud mine eyne waukin' ; I am sae trublet that I downa speik. 72 THE BUIK O PSALMS. 5 I hae taen serious thoucht o' the dayes o' auld, the veers o' aulden times. 6 I bring til mind my sang in the nicht : I commuun wi' my ain hairt, an' my speerit masde eident serch. 7 Wull the Lord thraw aff forevir ? wuU he be faaverable nae mair ? 8 Is his mercie foraye cleen gane ? deth his promish fseil for- evirinair ? 9 Haes God forgotten til be gracious ? hses he in angir schut up his tendir mercies ? Selah. 10 An' I said, This is my fseilin'; but I wull ca' til mind the yeers o' the richt han' o' the Maist Hie. Ill wull ca' til mind the warks o' the Lord ; shurelie I wull remembir thy wunders o' auld. 12 In thoucht I wull dwall on a' thy wark, an' tauk o' thy doin's. 1 3 Thy waye, O God, is in the sanctuarie ; wha is sae grit ane God as our God ? 14 Ye ar the God that deth ferlies : ye hae declairit thy strencth amang the peeple. 15 Wi' thine aerm ye hae redeimit thy chosin anes; the sons o' Jacob an' Joseph. Selah. 16 The waters saw thee, O God, the waters saw thee: thaye were afeserit ; the deeps alsua wer trublet. 17 The cluds teemet owt water: the skyes sendet owt ane suund : thine arras alsua gaed abreaed. 18 The voyce o' thy thunners was in the heasven; the lichtenins lichtenet the warld ; the yirth trimmlet an' shuuk. 19 Thy waye is in the se, an' thy peth in the grit waters; an' thy fitstepps arna kennet. 20 Like ane hirsel o' sheepe ye led thy peeple bie the han o' Moses an' Aaron. LXXVIIL If Maschil o' Asaph. IE eaer, O my peeple, til my law : inclseine your eaers til the wurds o' my mooth. 2 I wull opin my mooth in ane parabil : I wull uutter mirk sayins' o' auld ; G PSALM LXXVIIT. 73 3 Whilk we hae heaerd, an' kennet, an' our faethers hae tauld us. 4 We wullna hyde thame frae thair childer, sliawin' til the ga- nseratians til cum the prayses o' the Lord, an' his strencth, an' his wunderfu' warks that he haes dune. 5 For he sete siccerlie up ane testimonie in Jacob, an' appoyntet ane law in Israel, bie whilk he oordiret our faethers that thaye shud mak' thame kennet til thair childer. 6 That the ganseratian til cum micht ken thame, een the childer whilk shude be born, wha shude rseise up an' declair thame til thair childer ; 7 That thaye micht sete thair houpe in God, an' nat forgete the warks o' God, but keepe his commandements : 8 An' michtna be as thair faethers, ane stubburn an' rebellous ganseratian ; ane ganeeratian that setena thair hairt aricht, an' whase speerit wasna steedfaste wi' God. 9 The childer o' Ephraim, being aermet an' beaerin' bowes, turnet bak in the daye o' battel. 10 Thaye keepetnathe covenent wi' God, an' refuuset til gaeyde thair stepps bie his law ; 11 An' forgat his warks, an' his wundirs that he had shawet thame. 12 Mervellous things did he in the sicht o' thair faethers in the Ian' o' Egypt, in the feeld o' Zoan. 13 He devydet the se, an' causet thame til gae throwe, an' he maede the waters til stan' as ane bing. 14 In the dayetime alsua he lede thame wi' ane clud, an' a' the nicht wi' ane licht o' fire. 15 He cleefet the rok in the wuldirniss, an' gaefe thame drynk as owt o' the grit deeps. 16 He brang streems alsua owt o' the rok, an' causet waters til rin doun like rivers. 17 An' thaye sinnet yet mair agayne him bie provookin' the Maist Hie in the wuldirniss. 18 An' thaye tempet God in thair hairt, bie axin' meaet for thair lust. 19 Yis, thaye spak agayne God : thaye said. Can God oordir ane tabel in the wuldirniss ? 20 Behald he smat the rok, that the waters rashet owt, an' the streems owerflet ; can he gie usbreaed alsua ? can heprovyde flesch for his peeple ? 74 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 21 Therfor the Lord lieaerd this, an' was angirie; sae ane fire was kindlet agayne Jacob, an' angir alsua cam up agayne Israel ; 22 Becaus thaye beleifetna God, an' trustetna in his salvatione. 23 Thouch he had commandet the cluds frae aboone, an' opinet the dors o' heaeven. 24 An' had rainet doun manna apon thame til eet, an' had gien thame o' the coorn o' heaeven. 25 Man did eet angils' fude : he sendet thame meset til the fu'. 26 He causet ane east wund til blaw in the heasven ; an' bie his powir he brang in the south wund. 27 He rainet flesch alsua apon thame as dust, an' featheret fowlis like as the san' o' the se ; 28 An' he lut it fa' in the middle o' thair camp roun' aboot thair bydin'-pleces. 29 Sae thaye did eet an' were weel fillet : for he gaefe thame thair ain desyre. » 30 Thaye werna msede misken thair greede ; but while thair meaet was yit in thair mooths, 31 The angir o' God cam' apon thame and sleyet the stootist o' thame, an' smat doun the chosin men o' Israel. 32 For a' this thaye didna quat sinnin', an' beleifetna for his wunderfu' warks. 33 Therfor thair dayes did he consuum in vainitie, an' thair yeers in truble. 34 Whan he sleyet thame, than thaye soucht him ; an' thaye turnet an' enquaeiret earlie efter God. 35 An' thaye remembiret that God was thair rok, an' the hie God thair Redeemer. 36 Natheless thaye flattiret him wi' thair mooth, an' thaye spak fauslie untill him wi' thair tungs. 37 For thair hairtwasnarichtwi' him, nsether wer thaye steedie in his covenent. 38 But he, being fu' o' tendir pitie, forgaefe thair inequitie, an' destroyet thame nat : yis, monie ane time turnet he his angir awa, an' didna stur up a' his wraeth. 39 For he remembiret that thaye wer but flesch, ane wund that passes bye, an' cumsna agayne. 40 Howe aft did thaye provook him in the wuldirniss, an' greife him in the desart ! PSALM LXXVIII. 75 41 Yis, thaye turnet bak, an' tempet God, an' sete buunds til the Haly Ane o' Israel. 42 Thaye remenibiretna his han', nar the daye whan he de- liferet thanie frae the enimie. 43 Howe he had wroucht his sygns in Egypt, an' his wanders in the feeld o' Zoan. 44 An' had turnet thair rivers intil bluid, an' thair fludes that thaye cudna drynk. 45 He sendet sindrie sort o' flees amang thame, whilk devooret thame, an' paddas that destroy et thame. 46 He gsefe alsua thair inkresse untill the katerpillar, an' thair laabor untill the locust. 47 He destroyet thair vines wi' hail, an' thair sykamor-tries wi' frost. 48 He gaefe up thair kattle alsua til the hail, an' thair floks til het thunner-bolts. 49 He castet apon thame the frennishin o' his angir, wraeth, an' indignatione, an' truble, bie sen'in' ill angils amang thame. 50 He maede ane waye til his angir ; he sparetna thair sauls frae degeth ; but gaefe thair lifFe ower til the pestilence. 51 An' smat a' the first-born in Egypt; the chief o' thair streneth in the taabernakles o' Ham ; 52 But masde his ain peeple til gae furth like sheepe, an' gaeydet thame in the wuldirniss like ane hirsel. 53 An' he lede thame sauflie, sae that thaye feasret nat ; but the se owerflet thair enimies. ■ 54 An' he broucht thame til the boordir o' his sanctuarie, een til this mountan whilk his richt han' had coft. 55 He cust owt the hesethin alsua afore thame, an' devydet thame ane heirskep bie lyne, an' maede the clans o' Israel til dwall in tentes. 56 Yet thaye tempet an' provooket the maist hie God, an' keepetna his testimonies. 57 But turnet bak, an' deelt unfaithfullie like thair faethers ; thaye gaed agey like ane shauchlet bowe. 58 For thaye provooket him til angir wi' thair hie-pleces, an' muvet him til jeelesie wi' thair gravin imagies. 59 Whan God heaerd this, he was amuvet wi' displeesur, an' gritlie abhorret Israel: 60 Sae that he forhowet the taabernakles o' Shiloh, the tente whilk he plecet amang men ; 76 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 61 An' deliferet his strencth intil captifitie, an' his glorie intil the enimie's han'. 62 He gsefe his peeple ower alsua untill the sword, an' was wroth wi' his inheeritence. 63 The fire consuumet thair yung men, an' thair maidens werna gien til wadlock. 64 Thair priests fell bie the sword, an' thair widaws maede nae meane. 65 Than the Lord awaukenet like ane owt o' sleepe, an' like ane wicht man that cryes luud owt bie resen o' wine. 66 An' he smat his enimies in the hint pairts : he pat thame til ane perpetuall reproch. 67 Forbye this he refuuset the taabernakle o' Joseph, an' chusena the cep o' Ephraim ; 68 But chuse the cep o' Judah, the Muunt Zion whilk he loet. 69 An' he bigget his sanctuarie like hie paleces, like the yirth whilk he heth sete siccer foraye. 70 He chuse David alsua his servent, an' tuik him frae the sheepe-falds. 71 Frae folloin' the yowes grit wi 'yung, he brang him til feed Jacob his peeple, an' Israel his heirskep. 72 Sae he fed thame akordin' til the intiritie o' his hairt, an' gaeydet thame bie the skeelfu'niss o' his ban's. LXXIX. t Ane Psalm o' Asaph. OGOD, the heaethin ar cum intil thine heirskep : thy haly temple hae thaye fylet; thaye hae layde Jerusalem on heeps. 2 The deaed bouks o' thy servents hae thaye gien til be fude untill the fowles o' heaeven, the flesch o' thy saunts untill the beaests o' the yirth. 3 Thair bluid thaye shede like water roun' aboot Jerusalem, an' ther was nane til burie thame. 4 We ar grown ane reproch til our neebers, ane scoorn an' de- rishion til thame that ar roun aboot us. 5 Howe lang, Lord, wilt thou be angrie forevir ? sail thy jeelesie burn like ane fire ? PSALM LXXX. 77 6 Teem owt thy wraeth apon the heaethin that haena kennet thee, an' apon the kingdooms that haena ca't apon thy naeme. 7 For thaye hae devooret Jacob, an' layde waiste his dwallin'- plece. 8 O remembirna agayne us byegane inequities : let thy tendir- mercies swuftlie be afore an' roun' us ; for we ar brung verra leich. 9 Helpe us, O God o' our salvatione, for the glorie o' thy naeme; an' delifer us, an" screenge awa our sins for thy naeme's sak'. 10 Wharefor shud the heaethin say, Whare is thair God? Let him be kennet amang the heaethin in our sicht bie the revangin' o' the bluid o' thy servents whilk is shede. 11 Let the sichin' o' the prisiner cum afore thee, in ekwal measur til the gritniss o' thy powir preserfe thou thae that ar ap- poyntet til dee ; 12 An' gie bak til our neebers se'en-fald intil thair bozim thair reproch, vvharewi' thaye hae reprochet thee, O Lord. 13 Sae we thy peeple, an' sheepe o' thy heff, wull gie thee thanks forevir ; we wull shaw furth thy prayse til a' ganeeratians. LXXX. If Til the chief musicien apon Shoshannim-eduth, Ane Psalm for Asaph. GIE easr, O Sheepherd o' Israel, ye that leed Joseph as ane hirsel; ye that dwall atween the chirabims, shyne furth. 2 Afore Ephraim, an' Benjamin, an' Manassah, stur up thy strencth, an' cum an' saufe us. 3 Turn us agayne, O God, an' caus thy fece til shyne, an' we sail be saufet. 4 O Lord God o' hosts, howe lang wull ye be angrie agayne the prseyer o' thy peeple ? 5 Ye feed thame wi' the breaed o' teaers, an' gie thame tesers til drynk in grit measur. 6 Ye mak' us ane striffe untill our neebers, an' our enimies lauch amang thamesel's. 7 Turn us agayne, O God o' hosts, an' caus thy fece til shyne, an' we sail be saufet. 8 Ye hae brung ane vine owt o' Egypt ; ye hae casen owt the heaethin, an' sette it. 78 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 9 Ye msede readie room afore it, an' did caus it til tak' deepe rute, an' it fillet the Ian'. 10 The hills wer kiveret \vi' the skaddaw o't, an' the bouchs o't wer like the guidlie cedars. 11 She sendet owt hir bouchs untill the se, an' hir brenches untill the river. 12 Why best thou than brokin doun hir hedjes, sae that a' thaye that gang bie the waye do herrie her ? 13 The boar owt o' the wud deth waiste hir, an' hir the wild beaest o' the desart deth devoor. 14 Turn agayne, we beseik thee, O God o' hosts ; luik doun frae heseven, an' behald, an' veesit this vine ; 15 An^ the vinyard whilk thy richt han' heth sette, an' the brench whilk thou maedist Strang for thysel'. 16 It is brunt wi' fire ; it is whanget doun : thaye schent at the rebuik o' thy countenence. 17 Let thy ban' be apon the man o' thy richt han', apon the Son o' man wham thou masdist Strang for thysel'. 18 Sae wull we nat gae bak frae thee; quikan us, an' we wull ca' apon thy nseme. 19 Turn us agayne, O Lord God o' hosts ; caus thy fece til shyne, an' we sail be saufet. LXXXI. It Til the chief musicien apon Gittith, Ane Psalm for Asaph. SING luudlie untill God our strencth : mak^ ane joyfu' noyse untill the God o' Jacob. 2 Tak^ ane psalm, an' fetche bidder the timbrel, the pleesent herp wi' the psaltrie. 3 Blaw up the trumpit in the new-muun, in the time ap- poyntet, on the solim feest-daye. 4 For this was ane staatute for Israel, an' ane law o' the God o' Jacob. 5 This he ordeenet in Joseph for ane testimonie, whan he gaed owt agayne the Ian' o' Egypt ; whare I heaerd ane langwedje that I understudena. 6 I tuik air the burdin frae his shouders : his ban's wer deli- feret frae the pats. PSALM LXXXII. 79 7 Ye ca't in truble, an' I deliferet thee ; I answerit thee in the seceret piece o' thunner: I pruvet thee at the waters o' Meribah. Selah. 8 Heaer, O my peeple, an' I wull testifie untill thee : O Israel, gif ye wull herken untill me ; 9 Ther sail be nae fremet god in thee ; naether sail ye wurship onie unco god. 10 I am the Lord thy God, wha brang thee owt o' the Ian' o' Egypt : opin ye thy mooth wyde, an' I wull fill it. 1 1 But my peeple wadna herken til my voyce ; an' Israel wad hae naething ado wi' me. 12 Sae I gaeife thame up untill thair ain hairts' lust, an' thaye gaed on in thair ain cunsils. 13 O that my peeple had herkenet untill me, an' Israel had gane in my wayes ! 14 I shud sune hae brung doun thair enimies, an' turnet my han' agayne thair advarsaries. 15 The hseters o' the Lord shud hae submisset thamesel's untill him : but thair time shud hae induuret forevir. 16 He shud hae fed thame alsua wi' the finist o' the wheet : an' wi' hinny owt o' the rok shud I hae ssetisfiet thee. LXXXII. II Ane Psalm o' Asaph. GOD Stan's in the congregatione o' the michtie ; he juudges amang the gods. 2 Howe lang wull ye juudge unjustlie, an' accep' the persens o' the wicket ? Selah. 3 Defen' the puir an' faetherliss : do justice til the needie an' til the afflicket. 4 Delifer the puir an' needie : rede thame owt o' the maig o' the wicket. 5 Thaye kenna, nsether wull thaye understan' ; thaye gang on in mirk ; a' the fuundationes o' the yirth ar owt o' oorder. 6 I hae said. Ye ar gods, an' a' o' yow ar childer o' the Maist Hie. 7 But ye sail dee like men, an' fa' like ane o' the chiefs. 80 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 8 Raeise up, O God, juudge the yirth: for thou sallt be the eiriter o' a' nationes. LXXXIII. t Ane Sang or Psalm o' Asaph. KEEPENA thou seelent, O God : haudna thy peece, an' bena stil, O God. 2 For, lo, thine enimies mak' ane racket ; an' thaye that haete thee liae liftet up the heaed. 3 Thaye hae taen craftie cunsil agayne thy peeple, an' consultet agayne thy hydden anes. 4 Thaye hae said, Cum an^ let us sneg thame aflf frae bein' ane natione ; that the naeme o' Israel may be nae mair remembiret. 5 For thaye hae taen cunsil thegither wi' ae consent; thaye ar bandet thegither agayne thee. 6 The taabernakles o' Edom, an' the Ishmaelites ; o' Moab, an' the Hagarenes ; 7 Gabal, an' Amon, an' Amalek; the Philistines, wi' the in- dwallers o' Tyre ; 8 Assur alsua is jainet wi' thame : thaye hae holpen the childer o' Lot. Selah. 9 Do untill thame as untill the Midianites ; as til Sisera, as til Jabin at the burn o' Kison ; 10 Whilk perrishet at En-dor : thaye becam' as muck for the yirth. 11 Mak' thair riolyse like Oreb, an' like Zeeb : yis, a' thair chiefs as Zebah an' as Zalmunna. \2 Wha said, Let us tak' til oursel's a' the houses o' God in haudin'. 13 O my God, mak' thame as ane whurle, as the stibble afore the wund. 14 As the fire burns ane wud, an' as the flame setes the moun- tans on fire, 15 Sae persikute thame wi' thy tempist, an' mak' thame afeseret wi' thy stourm. 16 Fill thair feces wi' shasme, that thaye maye seik thy name, OLord. ^ ^ PSALM LXXXIV. 81 17 Trublet an' confuundet let thame be forevir: yis, let thame be putten til shseme, an' schent owtricht. 18 That men may ken that thou, whase neeme is Jehovah, art the Maist Hie ower a' the yirth. LXXXIV. II Til the chief rausicien apon Gittith, Aue Psalm for the sons o' Korah. HOWE lofelie ar thy taabernakles, O Lord o' hosts ! 2 My saul langs, yis, een swarfFs, for the cum-ts o' the Lord : my hairt an' my flesch cryes owt for the leivin' God. 3 Yis, the sparra haes fuund ane hous, an' the swalla ane est for hirsel', whare she may laye hir yung, een thine altars, O Lord o' hosts, my King an' my God. 4 Blisset ar thaye wha dwall in thy hous ; thaye wull aye be praysin' thee. 5 Blisset is the man whase strencth is in thee; in whase hairt ar the wayes o' thame, 6 Wha gangin' throwe the vallie o 'Baca, mak' in it ane wal : the raine alsua fills the puuls. 7 Thaye gae on frae strencth til strencth ; ilka ane o' thame kythin' afore God in Zion. 8 Gie eaer, O God o' Jacob ; O Lord God o' hosts, heser my praeyer. Selah. 9 Behald, O God, our sheeld, an' luik apon the fece o' thine anaintet. 10 For ane daye in thy cuurts is better nor ane thousan': I had astil be ane dor-keeper in the hous o' my God, nor dwall in the tentes o' wicketniss. 11 For the Lord God is ane sun an' sheeld: the Lord wull gie graece an' glorie ; nae guid thing wull he wuthhaud frae thame that gang uprichtlie. 12 O Lord o' hosts, blisset is the man that trusts in thee. 82 THE BUIK O PSALMS. LXXXV. H Til the chief musician, Ane Psalm for the sons o' Korah. LORD, thou best been faavorable untill thy Ian'; tbou best brung bak the captifitie o' Jacob. 2 Thou best forgien the inequitie o' thy people ; thou best kiveret thair sin. Selah. 3 Thou best taen awa a' thy wraeth : thou best turnet tbysel' frae the frennisin' o' thine angir. 4 Turn us, O God o' our salvatione, an' caus thine angir to- wairds us til seelisse. 5 Wult thou be angrie wi' us forevir ? wult thou twyne owt thine angir til a' ganaeratians ? 6 Wult thou nat revyfe us agayne, that thy peeple may rejoyce in thee ? 7 Shaw us thy mercie, O Lord, an' wutbhaudna frae us thy salvatione. 8 I vvull heaer what God the Lord wuU speik : for he wull speik peace untill his peeple, an' til his saunts ; but let thame turnna agayne til follie. 9 Shurelie his salvatione is nie til thame that feaer him, that glorie may dvvall in our Ian*. 10 Mercie an' trouth ar forge theret ; richteousniss an' peece hae kisset ilk ither. 11 Trouth sail spring owt o' the yirth; an' richteousniss sail luik doun frae beeeven. 12 Yis, the Lord sail gie that whilk is guid ; an' our Ian' sail gie up hir inkresse. 13 Richteousniss sail gang afore him, an' sail set us in the waye o' his stepps. LXXXVI. t Ane Praeyer o' David. BOWE doun tliine eser, O Lord, heaer me ; for I am puir an' needie. 2 Preserfe my saul, for I am baly ; O thou my God, saufe thy servant that trusts in thee. PSALM LXXXVII. S3 3 Be mercifu' untill me, O Lord ; for I crie untill thee daylie. 4 Rejoyce the saul o' thy servent ; for my saul untill thee, O Lord, do I lift up. 5 For thou, Lord, art guid, an' readie till forgie ; an' routh in mercie untill a' thanie that ca^ apon thee. 6 Gie eger, O Lord, untill my praeyer; an' tak' tent til the voyee o' my supplicationes. 7 In the daye o' my truble I wull ca' apon thee : for thou wult answir me. 8 Amang the gods ther is nane like untill thee, O Lord ; naether ar ther onie warks like untill thy warks. 9 A^ nationes wham thou hest maede sail cum an' bowe doun afore thee, O Lord, an' sail glorifie thy nasme. 10 For thou art grit, an' deth wunderfu' things ; thou art God alane. 1 1 Teech me thy waye, O Lord ; I wull gae in thy trouth : aneite my hairt til feaer thy naeme. 12 I wull prayse thee, O Lord my God, wi' a,' my hairt ; an' I wull glorifie thy nasme forevirmair. 13 For grit is thy mercie gaitwairds me ; an' thou hest freet my saul frae the leichist hell. 14 O God, the pruud hae risin agayne me, an' the assemblies o' vielent men hae soucht efter my saul, an' haena sete thee afore thame. 15 But thou, O Lord, art ane God fu' o' tendir pitie, an' gra- cious, lang-tholance, an' waynesum in mercie an' trouth. 16 O turn untill me, an' hae mercie apon me ; gie thy strencth untill thy servent, an' saufe the son o' thy maigmayden. 17 Shaw me an aerie for guid, that thaye whilk haste me may see it an' be shaemet ; becaus thou. Lord, hest holpen me an' comfirtet me. LXXXVII. ^ Ane Sang or Psalm for the sons o' Korah. HIS fuundatione is in the haly mountans. 2 The Lord loes the yettes o' Zion mair nor a' the dwallin's o' Jacob. ' 3 Glorious things ar spokin o' thee, O citie o' God. Selah. 84- THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 4 I wuU mak' menshone o' Rahab an' Babylon til thame that ken me : behald Philistia, an' Tyre, wi' Ethiopia ; this man was born ther. 5 An' o' Zion it sail be said, This an' that man was born in hir ; an' the Hieist hinisel' sail sete an' mak' hir siccer. 6 The Lord sail cuunt, whan he writes up the peeple, that this man was born ther. Selah. 7 As weel the singirs as the players on instriments sail be ther : a' my springs ar in thee. LXXXVIII. 1^ Ane Sang or Psalm for the sons o' Korah, til the chief musician apon Mahalath Leannoth, Maschil o' Heman the Ezrahite. OLORD God o' my salvatione, I hae cryet daye an' nicht afore thee. 2 Afore thee let my prseyer cum ; inclaeine thine eaer untill my crye. 3 For my saul is fu' o' trubles, an' my lifFe draws nie til the grafFe. 4 I am cuuntet wi' thame that gae doun til the pitt : I am as ane man that heth nae strencth. 5 Free amang the deaed, like the slaen that lye in the graffe, wham thou mindist nae mair : an' thaye ar cutet aff frae thy han'. 6 Thou best layde me in the lawist pitt, in mirk, in the deeps. 7 Thy wraeth lyse sair, sair apon me, an' thou best afflicket me wi' a' thy waves. Selah. 8 Thou best putten awa mine akquantence fer frae me : thou best made me ane scunner untill thame : I am shutten up, an' canna cum furth. 9 Mine ee murns becaus o' afflickshon : Lord, I hae ca't daylie apon thee : I hae strieket owt my ban's untill thee. 10 Wult thou shaw ferlies til the deaed? sail the desed raeise up an' prayse thee ? Selah. 1 1 Sail thy loeinkindniss be declairet in the grafFe, or thy faith- fu'niss in the mools o^ deaeth ? 12 Sail thy wunders be kennet in the mirk ? an' thy richteous- niss in the Ian' o' forgetfu'niss ? 13 But untill thee hae I cryet, O Lord, an' in the moornin' sail my praayer be afore thee. PSALM LXXXIX. 85 14 Lord, why thrawist thou afFmy saul? why hydist thou thy fece frae me ? 15 I am afflicket an' readie til dee frae my youdith up: while I thole thy terrers I am distraucht. 16 Thy feerse wrseth gangs ower me ; thy terrers hae snegget me aff. 17 Thaye cam' daylie roun' aboot me like water ; thaye cam' roun' an' roun' me thegither. 18 Loefer an' frien' hest thou putten fer frae me, an' mine ak- quantence intil derkniss. LXXXIX. If Ane Psahn for Maschil o' Ethan the Ezrahite til gie instruckshon. IWULL sing o' the mercies o' the Lord forevir : wi' my mooth wull I mak' kennet thy faithfu'niss til a' ganaeratians. 2 I hae said, Mercie sail be buggen up forevir : thy faithfu'niss sallt thou sete up, an' mak' siccer in the verra hesevens. 3 I hae maede ane covenent wi' my chosin ane ; I hae swurn untill David my servent. 4 Thy seid wull I siccerlie sete up forevir, an' bigg up thy throne til a' ganaeratians. Selah. 5 An' the hesevens sail prayse thy wunders, O Lord ; thy faith- fu'niss alsua in the congregatione o' the saunts. 6 For wha in the heaeven can be compairet wi' the Lord ? wha amang the sons o' the michtie can be likenet til the Lord ? 7 God is gritlie til be feeeret in the forgetherin' o' the saunts, an' til be had in reverince o' a' thame that ar roun' aboot him. 8 O Lord God o' hosts, wha is ane Strang Lord like untill thee ? or til thy faithfu'niss roun' aboot thee ? 9 Ye ruul the frennisin' o' the se ; whan the waves o't raeise up, thou quashist thame. 10 Ye hae brokin Rahab intil flenders as ane that is sleeen : ye hae skatteret thine enimies wi' thy Strang germ. 11 The hesevens ar thine, the yirth alsua is thine; as for the warld, an' the fu'niss o't, ye hae fuundet thame. 12 The north an' the south, ye hae creaatet thame: Tabor an' Hermon sail rejoyce in thy nseme. 13 Ye hae ane michtie aerm : Strang is thine han', an' hie is thy richt han'. 86 THE BUIK O' PSALMS. 14 Juustice an' juudgemint ar the habitatione o' thy throne : mercie an' trouth sail gang afore thy face. 15 Blisset ar the peeple wha ken the joyfu' suund; thaye sail gae on in the licht o' thy countinence. 16 In thy nseme sail thaye rejoyce a' the daye: an' in thy richteousniss sail thaye be liftet up. 17 For ye ar the glorie o' thair streneth, an' in thy faavor our hoorn sail be sete heich. 18 For the Lord is our defense, an' the Haly x\.ne o' Israel our King. 19 Than thou spakist in veesion til thy Haly Ane, an' saidist, I hae layde helpe apon ane that is m'.chtie : I hae eksaltet ane wselet owt frae mang the peeple. 20 I hae fuund David my servent ; wi' my haly oolie hae I anaintet him. 21 Wi' wham my han' sail be establishet ; mine germ alsua sail strencthen him. 22 The enimie sallna exak apon him, nar the son o' wicketniss afflick him. 23 An' I wull beft doun his faes afore his fece, an' plegue thame that hsete him. 24 But my faithfu'niss an' mercie sail be wi' him ; an' in my naeme sail his hoorn be liftet up, 25 I wull set his han' alsua in the se, an' his richt ban' in the rivers. 26 He sail crye untill me. Thou art my faether, my God, an' the rok o' my salvatione. 27 Alsua I wull mak' him my first-born heicher nor the kings o' the yirth. 28 My mercie wull I keepe for him forevirmair ; an' my cove- nent sail stan' siccer wi' him. 29 His seid alsua wull I mak' til enduur forevir, an' his throne as the dayes o' heaeven. 30 Gifhis childer forhowe my law, an' gangna in myjuudge- mints ; 31 Gif thaye brik my staatutes, an' keepna my commandements ; 32 Than wull I veesit thair wranggangin' wi' the rodd, an' thair inequitie wi' strypes. 3S Natheless my loeinkindniss I wullna uutterlie tak' frae him, nar thole my faithfu'niss til f