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PSALM VI. Aug. 13, 1653.
Lord, in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Are troubled, yea, my soul is troubled sore,
And thou, O Lord, how long ? Turn, Lord, restore My soul, O save me for thy goodness sake: For in death no remembrance is of thee;
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
l'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
prayer, 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
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.
21 blank] Comus, 452.
that dash'd brute violence With sudden adoration and blank awe. Warton.
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,
So th' assemblies of each nation
Judge me, Lord, be judge in this
But the just establish fast,
God is a just judge and severe,
(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
And glorious is thy name through all the earth! So as above the Heavens thy praise to set
Out of the tender mouths of latest birth.
Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou
Hast founded strength because of all thy foes, To stint th' enemy, and slack th' avenger's brow,
That bends his rage thy providence t’ oppose. 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,
With honour and with state thou hast him crown'd.
O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him lord,
Thou hast put all under his lordly feet,
All beasts that in the field or forest meet,
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!
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
Give ear in time of need,
Thy loved Joseph's seed,