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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
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;
Judgment here thou didst engage
And command which I desire.
So th' assemblies of each nation
All people from the world's foundation.
Judge me, Lord, be judge in this
Upon me cause at length to cease
And their power that do amiss.
But the just establish fast,
Since thou art the just God that tries
Already, and for him intended.
The tools of death, that waits him near.
(His arrows purposely made he
For them that persecute.) Behold
He travels big with vanity;
He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep,
His mischief that due course doth keep,
Fall on his crown with ruin steep.
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
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,
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
Give ear in time of need,
Who leadest like a flock of sheep
Thy loved Joseph's seed,