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PSALM VI. AUG. 13, 1653.
LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me,
And very weak and faint; heal and amend me:
Are troubled, yea, my soul is troubled sore,
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Wearied I am with sighing out my days, Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea; My bed I water with my tears; mine eye Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark I' th' midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my
21 blank] Comus, 452.
My supplication with acceptance fair
The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20 Mine enemies shall all be blank and dash'd
'that dash'd brute violence
With sudden adoration and blank awe.' Warton.
With much confusion; then grown red with shame, They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd.
PSALM VII. AUG. 14, 1653.
UPON THE WORDS OF CHUSH THE BENJAMITE AGAINST HIM.
LORD, my God, to thee I fly,
Lord, my God, if I have thought
Let th' enemy pursue my soul
Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire,
Judgment here thou didst engage
So th' assemblies of each nation
Judge me, Lord, be judge in this
And their power that do amiss.
But the just establish fast,
My defence, and in him lies,
God is a just judge and severe,
If the unjust will not forbear,
The tools of death, that waits him near.
(His arrows purposely made he
He travels big with vanity;
He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep,
Then will I Jehovah's praise
PSALM VIII. Aug. 14, 1653.
O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wondrous great
Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou
7 stint th' enemy] A violent cæsure in the last syllable of'enemy.' See above, Ps. v. 16. Ps. vii. 22. Warton. But perhaps it should be pronounced en'my.
When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy fingers' art,
The moon and stars which thou so bright hast set In the pure firmament, then saith my heart, O what is man that thou remember'st yet,
And think'st upon him; or of man begot,
That him thou visit'st, and of him art found? Scarce to be less than Gods, thou mad'st his lot, 15 With honour and with state thou hast him crown'd.
O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him lord,
Fowl of the Heavens, and fish that through the wet Sea paths in shoals do slide, and know no dearth. O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth!
APRIL, 1648. J. M.
Nine of the Psalms done into metre, wherein all, but what is in a different character, are the very words of the text, translated from the original.
1 THOU Shepherd that dost Israel keep
Who leadest like a flock of sheep