day no. 16,398 continued... Hannah's song

While I was on my regular, late afternoon, lunchtime walk I heard for the first time William Tyndale's translation of Hannah's Song recorded in 1 Samuel 2:1-10 while listening to Calvinist Poetry: 101 Poems by Calvinist Poets edited by Douglas Wilson and Jayson Grieser and published by Canon Press. 

My heart rejoices in the Lord

My horn is high in the Lord and my mouth is wide open over my enemies

For I rejoice in Your saving

There is none so holy as the Lord

No, there is none, save You.

Neither is there any strength likened to our God.

Talk not too much proudly

Let old things depart out of your mouths

For the Lord is a God of knowledge

And judges the thoughts

The bows of the strong are broken

And the weak are endued with strength

They that were full have hired out themselves for bread

And they that were hungry cease to be so

Insomuch of the barren has born seven

And she that had many children has waxed feeble

The Lord kills and makes alive

Brings down to hell and fetches up again

The Lord makes poor and makes rich

Brings low and heeds up on high'

He raises up the poor out of the dust

And lifts up the beggar from the dunghill

To set them among princes

And to inherit them with the seat of glory

For the pillars of the earth are the Lord's

And He has set the round world upon them

He will keep the feet of His saints

But the wicked shall keep silence in darkness

For in his own might shall no man be strong

The Lord's adversaries shall be made to fear Him

And out of Heaven He shall thunder upon them

The Lord shall judge the ends of the world

And shall give might unto His king

And exalt the horn of His anointed