TO his very good friend mr george herbert the pain that it please you to take  about some of my write I can forget which do put I in mind to dedicate to you  this poor exercise of my sickness beside it be my manner for dedication to  choose those that I hold most fit for the argument I think that in respect of  divinity and poesy meet whereof the one be the matter the other the style of  this little write I can not make better choice so with signification of my  love and acknowledgement I ever rest your affectionate friend the translation  OF the first psalm who never give to wicked read a yield and attentive ear who  never sinner path do tread nor sit he down in scorner chair but make it his  whole delight on law of God to meditate and therein spend day and night that  man be in a happy state he shall be like the fruitful tree plant along a run  spring which in due season constant a goodly yield of fruit do bring who leave  continue always green and be no prey to winter power so shall that man not  once be see surprise with a evil hour with wicked man it be not so their lot  be of another kind all as the chaff which too and from be toss at mercy of the  wind and when he shall in judgement plead a cast sentence bide he must so  shall he not lift up his head in the assembly of the just for why the lord  have special eye to be the godlies stay at call and have give over righteous  the wicked man to take his fall the translation of the psalm help lord for  godly man have take their flight and leave the earth to be the Wicked's den  not one that stand fast to truth and right but fear or seek to please the eye  of man when one with other fall in talk apart their meaning go not with their  word in proof but fair they flatter with a cleave heart by please word to work  their own behoof but God cut off the lip that be all set to trap the harmless  soul that peace have vow and pierce the tongue that seek to counterfeit the  confidence of truth by lie loud yet so they think to reign and work their will  by subtle speech which enter every where and say our tongue be we to help we  still what needs we any high power to fear now for the bitter sigh of the poor  the lord have say I will no more forbear the Wicked's kingdom to invade and  scour and set at large the man restrain in fear and sure the word of God be  pure and fine and in the trial never lose weight like noble gold which since  it leave the I have seven time pass through the fiery straight and now thou  will not first thy word forsake nor yet the righteous man that lean thereto  but will it his safe protection undertake in spite of all their force and wile  can do and time it be a lord thou do draw nigh the wicked daily do enlarge  their band and that which make they follow ill a vie rule be betake to  unworthy hand the translation of the psalm OLord thou be our home to who we  fly and so have always be from age to age before the hill do intercept the eye  or that the frame be up of earthly stage one God thou be and be and still  shall be the line of time it do not measure thou both death and life obey thy  holy lore and visit in their turn as they be send a thousand year with thou  they be no more then yesterday which ereit be be spend or as a watch by night  that course do keep and go and come unware to they that sleep thou carry man  away as with a tide then down swim all his think that mount high much like a  mock dream that will not bide but fly before the sight of wake eye or as the  grass that can term obtain to see the summer come about again at morning fair  it muster on the ground at even it be cut down and lie along and though it  spare be and favour find the weather will perform the mower wrong thus have  thou hang dour life on brittle pin to let we know it will not bear our sin  thou bury not within oblivious tomb our trespass but interest they aright even  those that be conceive in darkness womb to thou appear as do at broad day  light as a Tale tell which sometime man attend and sometime not our life steal  to a end the life of man be threescore year and ten or if that he be strong  perhaps fourscore yet all thing be but labour to he then new sorrow still come  on pleasure no more why shall there be such turmoil such strife to spin in  length this feeble line of life but who consider's due of thou ire or do the  think thereof wise embrace for thou oh God be a consume fire frail man how can  he stand before thy face if thy displeasure thou do not refrain a moment bring  all back to Dust again teath we oh lord to number well our day thereby our  heart to wisdom to apply for that which guide man best in all his way be  meditation of mortality this bubble light this vapour of our breath teach we  to consecrate to hour of death return unto we lord and balance now with day of  joy our day of misery help we right soon our knee to thou we bow depend whole  on thy clemency then shall thy servant both with heart voice all the day of  their life in thou rejoice begin thy work oh lord in this our age show it unto  thy servant that now live but to our child raise it many a stage that all the  world to thou may glory give our handy work likewise as fruitful tree let it  oh lord bless not blast be the translation of the psalm father and king of  power both high and low who sound fame all creature serve to blow my soul  shall with the rest strike up thy praise and carol of thy work and wondrous  way but who can blaze thy beauty lord aright they turn the brittle beam of  mortal sight upon thy head thou wear a glorious crown all set with virtue  polish with renown thence round about a silver veil do fall of crystal light  mother of colour all the compass heaven smooth without grain or fold all set  with spang of glit star untell and strip with golden beam of power unpent be  raise up for a remove tent vault and arch be his Chamber beam upon the sea the  water and the stream the cloud as chariot swift do scour the sky the stormy  wind upon their wing do fly his angel spirit be that wait his will as flame of  fire his anger they fulfil in the beginning with a mighty hand he make the  earth by counterpoise to stand never to move but to be fix still yet have no  Pillar but his sacred will this earth as with a veil once cover be the water  overflow all the mass but upon his rebuke away they flee and then the hill  begin to show their head the vale their hollow bosom open plain the stream run  tremble down the vale again and that the earth no more may drown be he set the  sea his bind of liberty and though his wave resound and Beatrice the shore yet  be it bridle with his holy lore then do the river seek their proper place and  find their head their issue and their race the spring do feed the river all  the way and so the tribute to the sea repay run along through many a pleasant  field much fruitfulness unto the earth they yield that know the beast and  cattle feed by which for to slake their thirst do thither high nay Desert  ground the stream do not forsake but through the unknown way their journey  take the ass wild that bide in wilderness do thither come their thirst for to  refresh the shady tree along their bank do spring in which the bird do build  and sit and sing stroke the gentle air with pleasant note plain or chirp  through their warble throat the high ground where water can rise by rain and  due be water from the sky cause the earth put forth the grass for beast and  garden herb serve at the great feast and breed that be all viand firmament and  give a firm and solid nourishment and wine man spirit for to recreate and oil  his face for to exhilarate the sappy cedar tall like stately tower high fly  bird do harbour in their bower the holy stork that be the traveller choose for  to dwell and build within the Firs the climb goat hang on steep mountain side  the dig cony in the rock do bide the moon so constant in inconstancy do rule  the monthly season orderly the sun eye of the world do know his race and when  to show and when to hide his face thou make darkness that it may be night when  as the savage beast that fly the light as conscious of man hatred leave their  den and range abroad secure from sight of man then do the forest ring of lion  roar that ask their meat of God their strengthrestoring but when the day  appear they back do fly and in their Dens again do lurk lie then man go forth  to labour in the field whereby his ground more rich increase may yield oh lord  thy providence suffice all thy goodness not restrain but general over thy  creature the whole earth do flow with thy great largess pour forth here below  nor be it earth alone exalt thy name but sea and stream likewise do spread the  same the roll sea unto the lot do fall of beast innumerable great and small  there do the stately ship blow up the flood the great Naules look like walk  wood the fish there far voyage do make to diverse shore their journey they do  take there have thou set the great leviathan that make the sea to see like  boil pan all these do ask of thou their meat to live which in due season thou  to they do give open thou thy hand and then they have good fare shut thou thy  hand and then they trouble be all life and spirit from thy breath proceed thy  word do all thing generate and feed if thou withdraw it then they cease to be  and straight return to Dust and vanity but when thy breath thou do send forth  again then all thing do renew and spring amain so that the earth but late  desolate do now return unto the former state the glorious majesty of God above  shall ever reign in mercy and in love God shall rejoice all his fair work to  see for as they come from he all perfect be the earth shall quake if ought his  wrath provoke let he but touch the mountain they shall smoke as long as life  do last I hymn will sing with cheerful voice to the eternal king as long as I  have be I will praise the work of God and all his wondrous way I know that he  my word will not despise thank give be to he a sacrifice but as for sinner  they shall be destroy from off the earth their place shall be void let all his  work praise he with one accord Oh praise the lord my soul praise you the lord  the translation of the psalm when God return we gracious unto our Native land  we seem as in a dream to be and in a maze to stand the heathen likewise they  can say the God that these man serve have do great thing for they this day  their nation to preserve it be true God have pour out his grace on we abundant  for which we yield he psalm and praise and thank with jubilee oh lord turn our  captivity as wind that blow at south do pour the tide with violence back to  the river mouth who sow in tear shall reap in joy the lord do so ordain so  that his seed be pure and good his harvest shall be gain the translation of  the psalm when as we sit all sad and desolate by Babylon upon the river side  ease from the task which in our captive state we be enforeed daily to abide  our harp we have bring with we to the field some solace to our heavy soul to  yield but soon we find we fail of our account for when our mind some freedom  do obtain straight way the memory of Zion mount do cause afresh our wound to  bleed again so that with present grief and future fear our eye burst forth  into a stream of tear as for our harp since sorrow strike they dumb we hang  they on the willow tree be near yet do our cruel master to we come ask of we  some Hebrew song to hear taunt we rather in our misery then much delight in  our melody alas say we who can once force or frame his grieve and oppress  heart to sing the praise of jehovah's glorious name in banishment under a  foreign king in Zion be his seat and dwell place thence do he show the  brightness of his face Jerusalem where God his throne have set shall any hour  absent thou from my mind then let my right hand quite her skill forget then  let my voice and word no passage find nay if I do not thou prefer in all that  in the compass of my think can fall remember thou a lord the cruel cry of  edoms child which do ring and sound incite the Chaldaean cruelty down with it  down with it even unto the ground in that good day repay it unto they when  thou shall visit thy Jerusalem and thou oh Babylon shall have thy turn by just  revenge and happy shall he be that thy proud wall and tower shall waste and  burn and as thou do by we so do by thou yea happy he that take thy child bone  and dash they against the pavement stone the translation of the psalm oh sing  a new song to our God above avoid profane one it be for holy choir let Israel  sing song of holy love to he that make they with their heart on fire let zions  son lift up their voice and sing carol and anthem to their heavenly king let  not your voice alone his praise forth tell but move withal and praise he in  the dance cymbal and harp let they be tune well it be he that do the poor  estate advance do this not only on the solemn day but on your secret bed your  spirit raise oh let the saint bear in their mouth his praise and a two edge  sword draw in their hand therewith for to revenge the former day upon all  nation that their zeal withstand to bind their king in chain of iron strong  and manacle their noble for their wrong expect the time for it be decree in  heaven such honour shall unto his saint be give Finis