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Psalm 31 (vulgate numbering) / 32 (Hebrew numbering)
Biblical translations
English paraphrases
- Ipsi David intellectus. Beati quorum remissae sunt iniquitates, et quorum tecta sunt peccata.
- Beatus vir cui non imputavit Dominus peccatum, nec est in spiritu ejus dolus.
- Quoniam tacui, inveteraverunt ossa mea, dum clamarem tota die.
- Quoniam die ac nocte gravata est super me manus tua, conversus sum in aerumna mea, dum configitur spina.
- Delictum meum cognitum tibi feci, et injustitiam meam non abscondi. Dixi: Confitebor adversum me injustitiam meam Domino; et tu remisisti impietatem peccati mei.
- Pro hac orabit ad te omnis sanctus in tempore opportuno. Verumtamen in diluvio aquarum multarum, ad eum non approximabunt.
- Tu es refugium meum a tribulatione quae circumdedit me; exsultatio mea, erue me a circumdantibus me.
- Intellectum tibi dabo, et instruam te in via hac qua gradieris; firmabo super te oculos meos.
- Nolite fieri sicut equus et mulus, quibus non est intellectus. In camo et freno maxillas eorum constringe, qui non approximant ad te.
- Multa flagella peccatoris; sperantem autem in Domino misericordia circumdabit.
- Laetamini in Domino, et exsultate, justi; et gloriamini, omnes recti corde.
- Blessed are they, whose vnrightuousnesse is forgeuen, and whose synnes are couered.
- Blessed is the man, vnto whom the LORDE imputeth no synne, in whose sprete there is no gyle.
- For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
- And because thy hande was so heuy vpon me both daye and night, my moysture was like the drouth in Sommer.
- Therfore I confessed my synne vnto the, and hyd not myne vnrightuousnesse. I saide: I will knowlege myne offence, and accuse my self vnto the LORDE, and so thou forgauest me the wickednesse of my synne.
- For this shal euery saynte make his prayer vnto the in due season, therfore shall not the greate water floudes come nye him.
- Thou art my defence in the trouble that is come aboute me, O copasse thou me aboute also with the ioye of delyueraunce.
- I wil enforme the, and shewe the the waye wherin thou shalt go: I wil fasten myne eyes vpon the.
- Be not ye now like horses & mooles, which haue no vnderstondinge. Whose mouthes thou must holde with bytt & brydle, yf they wil not obeie the.
- Greate plages shall ye vngodly haue, but who so putteth his trust in the LORDE, mercy shall compasse him on euery syde.
- Be glad (o ye rightuous) and reioyse in the LORDE, be ioyfull all ye that are true of herte.
- A Psalme of Dauid to giue instruction. Blessed is he whose wickednes is forgiuen, and whose sinne is couered.
- Blessed is the man, vnto whom the Lorde imputeth not iniquitie, and in whose spirite there is no guile.
- When I helde my tongue, my bones consumed, or when I roared all the day,
- (For thine hand is heauie vpon me, day and night: and my moysture is turned into ye drought of summer.
- Then I acknowledged my sinne vnto thee, neither hid I mine iniquitie: for I thought, I will confesse against my selfe my wickednesse vnto the Lord, and thou forgauest the punishment of my sinne.
- Therefore shall euery one, that is godly, make his prayer vnto thee in a time, when thou mayest be founde: surely in the flood of great waters they shall not come neere him.
- Thou art my secret place: thou preseruest me from trouble: thou compassest me about with ioyfull deliuerance.
- I will instruct thee, and teache thee in the way that thou shalt goe, and I will guide thee with mine eye.
- Be ye not like an horse, or like a mule, which vnderstand not: whose mouthes thou doest binde with bit and bridle, least they come neere thee.
- Many sorowes shall come to the wicked: but he, that trusteth in the Lorde, mercie shall compasse him.
- Be glad ye righteous, and reioyce in the Lorde, and be ioyfull all ye, that are vpright in heart.
- To David himself, understanding. Blessed are they whose iniquities are forgiven, and whose sins are covered.
- Blessed is the man to whom the Lord hath not inputed sin, and in whose spirit there is no guile.
- Because I was silent my bones grew old; whilst I cried out all the day long.
- For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: I am turned in my anguish, whilst the thorn is fastened. 5 I have acknowledged my sin to thee, and my injustice I have not concealed. I said I will confess against my self my injustice to the Lord: and thou hast forgiven the wickedness of my sin.
- For this shall every one that is holy pray to thee in a seasonable time. And yet in a flood of many waters, they shall not come nigh unto him.
- Thou art my fefuge from the trouble which hath eencompassed me: my joy, deliver me from them that surround me.
- I will give thee understanding, and I will instruct thee in this way, in which thou shalt go: I will fix my eyes upon thee.
- Do not become like the horse and the mule, who have no understanding. With bit and bridle bind fast their jaws, who come not near unto thee.
- Many are the scourges of the sinner, but mercy shall encompass him that hopeth in the Lord.
- Be glad in the Lord, and rejoice, ye just, and glory, all ye right of heart.
- A Psalme of Dauid, Maschil. Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiuen, whose sinne is couered.
- Blessed is the man vnto whom the Lord imputeth not iniquitie: and in whose spirit there is no guile.
- When I kept silence, my bones waxed old; through my roaring all the day long.
- For day and night thy hand was heauy vpon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer.
- I acknowledged my sin vnto thee, and mine iniquitie haue I not hid: I said, I will confesse my transgressions vnto the Lord; and thou forgauest the iniquitie of my sinne.
- For this shall euery one that is godly pray vnto thee, in a time when thou mayest bee found: surely in the floods of great waters, they shall not come nigh vnto him.
- Thou art my hiding place, thou shalt preserue mee from trouble: thou shalt compasse me about with songs of deliuerance.
- I will instruct thee, and teach thee in the way which thou shalt goe: I will guide thee with mine eye.
- Be yee not as the horse, or as the mule which haue no vnderstanding: whose mouth must be held in with bit and bridle, least they come neere vnto thee.
- Many sorrowes shall be to the wicked: but he that trusteth in the Lord, mercy shall compasse him about.
- Be glad in the Lord, and reioyce yee righteous: and shout for ioy all ye that are vpright in heart.
OH! happy are they that have forgiveness got
Of their offence, not by their penitence
As by merit, which recompenseth not;
Although that yet pardon hath not offence
Without the same; but by the goodness
Of Him that hath perfect intelligence
Of heart contrite, and covereth the greatness
Of sin within a merciful discharge.
And happy are they that have the wilfulness
Of lust restrain’d afore it went at large,
Provoked by the dread of God’s furor;
Whereby they have not on their backs the charge
Of others’ faults to suffer the dolor;
For that their fault was never execute
In open sight, example of error.
And happy is he to whom God doth impute
No more his fault, by knowledging his sin:
But cleansed now the Lord doth him repute;
As adder fresh new stripped from his skin:
Nor in his sprite is aught undiscover’d.
I, for because I hid it still within,
Thinking by state in fault to be preferr’d,
Do find by hiding of my fault my harm;
As he that findeth his health hindered
By secret wound concealed from the charm
Of leech’s cure, that else had had redress;
And feel my bones consume, and wax unfirm
By daily rage, roaring in excess.
Thy heavy hand on me was so increased
Both day and night, and held my heart in press,
With pricking thoughts bereaving me my rest;
That withered is my lustiness away,
As summer heats that have the green oppress’d.
Wherefore I did another way assay,
And sought forthwith to open in thy sight
My fault, my fear, my filthiness, I say,
And not to hide from Thee my great unright.
I shall, quoth I, against myself confess
Unto thee, Lord, all my sinful plight:
And thou forthwith didst wash the wickedness
Of mine offence. Of truth right thus it is,
Wherefore they, that have tasted thy goodness,
At me shall take example as of this,
And pray, and seek in time for time of grace.
Then shall the storms and floods of harm him miss,
And him to reach shall never have the space.
Thou art my refuge, and only safeguard
From the troubles that compass me the place.
Such joys as he that scapes his enemies ward
With loosed bands, hath in his liberty;
Such is my joy, thou hast to me prepared.
That, as the seaman in his jeopardy
By sudden light perceived hath the port;
So by thy great merciful property
Within thy book thus read I my comfort:
‘I shall thee teach, and give understanding,
And point to thee what way thou shalt resort
For thy address, to keep thee from wandering:
Mine eyes shall take the charge to be thy guide:
I ask thereto of thee only this thing,
Be not like horse, or mule, that, men do ride,
That not alone doth not his master know,
But for the good thou dost him must be tied,
And bridled least his guide he bite or throw.’
Oh! diverse are the chastisings of sin
In meat, in drink, in breath, that man doth blow,
In sleep, in watch, in fretting still within:
That never suffer rest unto the mind
Fill’d with offence; that new and new begin
With thousand fears the heart to strain and bind:
But for all this, he that in God doth trust
With mercy shall himself defended find.
Joy and rejoice, I say, you that be just
In Him, that maketh and holdeth you so still:
In Him your glory always set you must,
All you that be of upright heart and will.
1. BLESSED is he whose filthy stain
The Lord with pardon dos make cleane,
Whose fault well hidden
lyeth;
Blessed indeed to whom the Lord
Imputes not sins to be abhord,
Whose spirit falshood
flyeth.
2. Thus I, prest down with weight of pain,
Whether I silent did remain
Or roar'd, my bones still
wasted
For so both day and night did stand
On wretched me Thy heavy hand,
My life hott torments
tasted.
3. Till my self did my faults confess,
And open'd mine own wickedness
Wherto my heart did giue me:
So I my self accus'd to God,
And His sweet grace streight eas'd the rod,
And did due pain forgiue me.
4. Therfore shall evry godly one
In fitt time make to Thee his moane,
When Thou wilt deign to
heare him;
Sure, sure the floods of straying streames,
How ever they putt in their claimes,
Shall never dare come neare
him.
5. Thou art my safe and secret place,
Who savest me from troblous case,
To songs and joyfull byding;
But whoso will instructed be,
Come, come, I will the way teach thee,
Guide thee, by my eyes
guiding.
6. Oh, be not like a horse or mule,
Wholy devoyd of reason's rule,
Whose mouths thy self dost
bridle,
Knowing full well that beasts they be,
And therfore soon would mischeif thee,
If thou remainest idle.
7. Woes, woes shall come to wicked folks,
But who on God his trust invokes
All mercys shall be swarmed.
Be good, you good, in God haue joy,
Joy be to you who do enjoy
Yor heartes with clearness
armed.
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