25 5 7 Both they who fing, and they who dance, With facred fongs are there, In thee freb brooks, and foft ftreams glance, my fountains clear. And all L PSAL. LXXXVIII. ORD God, that doft me save and keep, And all night long before thee weep, Before thee proftrate lie. 2 Into thy prefence let my prayer With fighs devout afcend, And to my cries, that ceaseless are, Thine ear with favor bend. 3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store Surcharg'd my foul doth lie, My life at death's unchearful door Unto the grave draws nigh. 4 Reckon'd I am with them that pafs Down to the dismal pit, I am a * man, but weak alas, And for that name unfit. 5 From life discharg'd and parted quite Among the dead to fleep, And like the flain in bloody fight That in the grave lie deep. * Heb. A man without manly ftrength. Whom Whom thou remembereft no more, Doft never more regard, Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er Death's hideous house hath barr'd. 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound Haft fet me all forlorn, Where thickest darkness hovers round, In horrid deeps to mourn. 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter faves, Full fore doth prefs on me; * Thou break'ft upon me all thy ways, *And all thy waves break me, 8 Thou dost my friends from me eftrange, And mak'ft me odious, 25 30 Me to them odious, for they change, And I here pent up thus. 9 Through forrow, and affliction great, Mine eye grows dim and dead, 35 Lord, all the day I thee intreat, My hands to thee I spread. 40 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead, Shall the deceas'd arife And praise thee from their loathfome bed 45 11 Shall they thy loving-kindness tell On whom the grave bath bold, Or they who in perdition dwell, Thy faithfulness unfold? The Hebr. bears both. P 3 12 In 12 In darkness can thy mighty band Or wondrous acts be known, Thy juftice in the gloomy land 50 And up to thee my prayer doth hie, 55 Each morn, and thee prevent. 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forfake, Bruis'd, and afflicted, and so low As ready to expire, While I thy terrors undergo Aftonish'd with thine ire. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow, Thy threatnings cut me through: 17 All day they round about me go, 18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd, And fever'd from me far: They fly me now whom I have lov'd, *Heb. Pra Concuffione. 65 70 A Paraphrafe 2 A Paraphrafe on PSAL. CXIV. This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old. WHEN the bleft feed of Terah's faithful son After long toil their liberty had won, The high, huge-bellied mountains skip like rams That glaffy floods from rugged rocks can crush, 5 ΤΟ 15 L PSAL. CXXXVI. ET us with a gladsome mind For his mercies ay indure, Ever faithful, ever fure. Let us blaze his name abroad, O let us his praises tell, Who doth the wrathful tyrants quelf. Who with his miracles doth make Amazed Heav'n and Earth to shake. Who by his wifdom did create The painted Heav'ns fo full of state. Who did the folid earth ordain S ΤΟ 15 20 To rife above the watry plain. For his &c. Who by his all-commanding might For his &c. |