Thomas Wyatt Psalm 51

Instructions: Preform a close reading of Wyatt\\\'s translation of psalm 51. Explain the metre, rhyme diction, imagery, and other stylistic features and show how they illuminate and affect the ideas and argument. (Quotes from the psalm must be used throughout the entire paper) I have provided the psalm below: Psalm 51 Miserere mei deus (Have Mercy on me, O Lord) [1] Rue on me Lord, for thy goodness and grace That of thy nature art so bountiful For that goodness that in thy word doth brace Repugnant natures is quiet wonderful And for thy mercies, number without end In heaven and earth perceived so plentiful That over all, they do themselves extend For His mercy, much more then man can sin Do away my sin, that thy grace offend [10] Oft times again wash me but wash me well within And from my sins, that thus make me afraid Make thou me clean, as ever thy wont hath been For unto thee now, none can be laid For to prescribe, remission of sin In heart returned, as thou thyself hast said And I beknow my fault, and any negligence In my sight my sin is fixed fast Thereof to have more perfect penitence To thee above, to thee have I trespassed [20] For none can cure my fault, but thou alone For in thy sight, I have not been aghast For to offend, judging thy sight as none So that my fault, were hid from sight of man Thy majesty, so from my sight was gone This know I, and repent, pardon thou then Whereby thou shalt keep still thy word stable Thy justice pure and clean, because that when I pardoned am, then forthwith justiciable Just I am judged, by justice of thy grace [30] For I myself, lo, thing most unstable Formed in offence, conceived in like case Am naught but sin from my nativity Be not these said, for mine excuse, ah alas But of thy help, to show necessity inward For lo, thou lovest the truth of the heart Which yet doth live, in most fidelity Though I have fallen, by frail overthwart For willful malice, lead me not the way So much, as hath the flesh, driven me apart [40] Wherefore (O Lord) as thou hast done alway Teach me, the hidden wisdom of thy lore Since that my faith, doth not yet decay And as the Jews, to heal thee leper sore With hyssop cleanse, cleanse me and I am clean Thou shalt me wash, and more then snow therefore I shall be white, how foul my fault hath been Thou of my health, shall gladsome tidings bring When from above, remission shall be seen [50] Descend on earth, thou shall be for joy upspring The bones, that were before consumed to dust Look not, oh Lord, upon mine offending But do away my deeds, that are unjust Make a clean heart in the middle of my breast With spirit upright, voided from filthy lust From thine eyes cure cast me not in unrest Nor take from me, the spirit of holiness Render to me joy of thy help & hest My will confirm, with the spirit of steadfastness [60] And by this, shall these godly things ensue Sinners I shall, into thy ways address They shall return to thee, and thy grace sue My tongue shall praise, thy justification My mouth shall spread, thy glorious praise true But of thy self, o God, this operation It must proceed by purging me from blood Among the just that I may have relation And of thy lauds for to let out the flood Thou must, oh lord my lips first unloose [70] For if thou hadst, esteemed pleasant good The outward deeds, that outward men disclose I would have offered, unto the sacrifice But thou delightest not, in no such gloss Of outward deed, as men dream and devise The sacrifice, that the lord liketh most Is spirit contrite, low heart in humble wise Thou dost accept, o God, for pleasant host Make Zion, Lord, according to thy will Inward Zion the Zion of the host [80] Of hearts, Jerusalem strength thy walls still Then shalt thou take for good the outward deeds Of a sacrifice, thy pleasure to fulfil The Auctor OF deep secrets, that Dauid there did sing Of mercy, or faith, of frailty of grace Of God\\\'s goodness, and of justifying Thy goodness did so, astonish him apace As who might say, who hath expressed this thing I sinner, I, what have I said alas That God\\\'s goodness, would within my song entreat [90] Let me again, consider and repeat And so he doth, but expressed by word But in his heart he turneth and poiseth Each word that his lips, might forth abroad He pointeth, he pauseth, he wondreth, he praiseth The mercy that hideth, of justice the sword The justice that so, his promise accomplisheth For his words sake, to worthless desert That gratis, his grace, to men doth depart Here hath he comfort, when he doth measure [100] Measureless mercy, to measureless faults To prodigal sinners, infinity treasure Treasure celestial, that never shall default Yea, when that sin shall fail, and may not endure Mercy shall reign again, whom shall not assault Of hell prevail, by whom lo, at this day Of heaven gates, remission is the key And when David, had pondered well and tried And seeth himself, not outerly deprived For light of grace, that dark of sine did hide [110] He findeth his hope much, therewith revived He importeth on the Lord, on every side For he knoweth well, that to mercy is ascribed Respectless labor, importune, cry, and call And thus beginneth his song, therewithal