PSALM VI. AUG. 13, 1653. LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me, 5 And very weak and faint; heal and amend me : Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping 10 15 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 In the dust my glory dead, In the dust, and there outspread Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire, Of my foes that urge like fire, And wake for me, their fury' assuage; And command which I desire. 5 10 15 20 So th' assemblies of each nation 25 All people from the world's foundation. 30 Judge me, Lord, be judge in this And their power that do amiss. But the just establish fast, Since thou art the just God that tries My defence, and in him lies, In him who both just and wise Saves th' upright of heart at last. 35 40 God is a just judge and severe, And God is every day offended; If the unjust will not forbear, 45 His sword he whets, his bow hath bended Already, and for him intended The tools of death, that waits him near. (His arrows purposely made he For them that persecute.) Behold 50 He travels big with vanity; Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep, His mischief that due course doth keep, Of violence will undelay'd, Fall on his crown with ruin steep. Then will I Jehovah's praise 55 60 PSALM VIII. AUG. 14, 1653. O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wondrous great Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou That bends his rage thy providence t' oppose. 5 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, 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. 20 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. PSALM LXXX. 1 THOU Shepherd that dost Israel keep Give ear in time of need, Who leadest like a flock of sheep Thy loved Joseph's seed, |