Psalm 29

AScribe, yee Mightie, to the Lord,
Ascribe al powre & same:
Let him be in his house ador'd,
And, honor yee his Name.
The Lord, commandeth, with his voice,
The seas, & greatest Floud;
And, when the thunder makes a noise,
It is the voice of God.

With powre, the God of glorie, speaks,
And, awfull are his words.
His voice, the strongest cedars breaks,
That Libanon affords.
Eu'n Libanon & Shirion to,
He makes to start (through feare)
As Vnicornes & Bullocks do,
That yonge & frightful are.

God's voice, between the flames doth flie,
God's voice, the Desert shakes:
God's Voice, doth (adesh terrifie,
The Hinde, it Calfeles makes.
Yea, with his Voice, the thickest grove,
To plainest veiwe he laies;
And, in his Temple, those things move
All tongues, to sing his praise.

The Lord, likewise, doth in the Floud
An endles rule possesse;
And, blesseth al the Folke of God,
With fortitude, & peace.