Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
I can not abide, the vice of idolatry▪ Though I should suffer, all other villainty. When Iosue was dead, that sort from me did fall, To the worshipping of Asteroth and Baal, Full unclean idols, and monsters bestial. For it they have had, thy righteous punishment. And for as much as they, did wickedly consent, To the Palestynes, and Chananytes ungodly, Idolaters taking, to them in matrimony, Thu threwest them under, the king of Mesopotamye. After thou subduedest them, for their idolatry. eighteen years to Eglon, the king of Moabites, And xx. years to Iabin, the king of Chananytes. Oppressed they were, vij. years of the Madyanytes, And xviij. years vexed, of the cruel Ammonytes. In three great battles, of iij. score thousand and five, Of this thy people, not one was left alive. Have mercy now lord, and call them to repentance. So long as they sin, so long shall they have grievance. David my servant, somewhat must I say to thee, For that thou lately, hast wrought such vanity. Spare not blessed lord, but say thy pleasure to me. Of late days thou haste, misused Bersabe, The wife of Vrye, and slain him in the field. Mercy lord mercy, for doubtless I am defyelde: I constytute thee, a king over Israel, And the preserved, from Saul which was thy enemy. Yea, in my favour, so much thou didst excel. That of thy enemies, I gave the victory. Palestynes and Syrians, to the came tributary. Why hast thou then wrought, such folly in my sight? Despising my word, against all godly right. I have sinned lord, I beseech thee, pardon me. Thu shalt not die David, for this iniquity, For thy repentance, But thy son by Bersabe, Shall die, for as much, as my name is blasphemed. Among my enemies, and thou the worse esteemed. From thy house for this, the sword shall not departed, I am sorry lord, from the bottom of my heart. To further anger, thou dost me yet compel. For what matter lord? I beseech thy goodness tell. Why didst thou numbered, the people of Israel? Supposest in thy mind, therein thou hast done well? I can not say nay, but I have done undyscretelye, To forget thy grace, for a human policy. Thu shalt of these iij. chose which plague thou wilt have, For that sinful act, that I thy soul may save. A scarceness vij. years, or else iij. months exile, Either for iij. days, the pestilence most vile. For one thou must have, there is no remedy, Lord at thy pleasure, for thou art full of mercy, Of a pestilence, than iij. score thousand and ten, In iij. days shall die of thy most puissant men. Oh lord, it is I, which have offended thy grace, Spare them and not me, for I have done the trespass.
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I can not abyde, the vyce of ydolatrye▪ Though I shuld suffer, all other vyllanye. Whan Iosue was dead, that sort from me ded fall, To the worshyppynge of Asteroth and Baal, Full vncleane ydolles, and monsters bestyall. For it they haue had, thy ryghteouse ponnyshment. And for as moch as they, ded wyckedly consent, To the Palestynes, and Chananytes vngodlye, Idolaters takynge, to them in matrymonye, Thu threwest them vndre, the kynge of Mesopotamye. After thu subduedest them, for their Idolatrye. Eyghtene years to Eglon, the kynge of Moabytes, And xx. years to Iabin, the kynge of Chananytes. Oppressed they were, vij. years of the Madyanytes, And xviij. years vexed, of the cruell Ammonytes. In iii. great battayles, of iij. score thousand and fyue, Of thys thy people, not one was left alyue. Haue mercye now lorde, and call them to repentaunce. So longe as they synne, so lōge shall they haue greuaūce. Dauid my seruaunt, sumwhat must I saye to the, For that thu latelye, hast wrought soch vanyte. Spare not blessed lorde, but saye thy pleasure to me. Of late dayes thu hast, mysused Bersabe, The wyfe of Vrye, and slayne hym in the fyelde. Mercye lorde mercye, for doubtlesse I am defyelde: I constytute the, a kynge ouer Israel, And the preserued, from Saul whych was thy enemye. Yea, in my fauer, so moch thu dedyst excell. That of thy enemyes, I gaue the vyctorye. Palestynes and Syryanes, to the came trybutarye. Why hast thu then wrought, soch folye in my syght? Despysynge my worde, agaynst all godlye ryght. I haue synned lorde, I besyche the, pardon me. Thu shalt not dye Dauid, for thys inyquyte, For thy repentaunce, But thy sonne by Bersabe, Shall dye, for as moch, as my name is blasphemed. Amonge my enemyes, and thu the worse estemed. From thy howse for thys, the swerde shall not depart, I am sorye lorde, from the bottom of my hart. To further anger, thu doest me yet compell. For what matter lorde? I besyche thy goodnesse tell. Why dedest thu numbre, the people of Israel? Supposest in thy mynde, therin thu hast done well? I can not saye naye, but I haue done vndyscretelye, To forget thy grace, for a humayne pollycye. Thu shalt of these iij. chose whych plage thu wylt haue, For that synnefull acte, that I thy sowle maye saue. A scarsenesse vij. years, or els iij. monthes exyle, Eyther for iij. dayes, the pestylence most vyle. For one thu must haue, there is no remedye, Lorde at thy pleasure, for thu art full of mercye, Of a pestylence, then iij. score thousand and ten, In iij. dayes shall dye of thy most puysaunt men. Oh lorde, it is I, whych haue offended thy grace, Spare them and not me, for I haue done the trespace.