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Thou ancient stock of Israel,
If thou wilt list to me :

9 Throughout the land of thy abode
No alien God shall be,

Nor shalt thou to a foreign god

In honour bend thy knee.

Io I am the Lord thy God, which brought
Thee out of Egypt-land;

Ask large enough, and I, besought,
Will grant thy full demand.

11 And yet my people would not hear,
Nor hearken to my voice;

And Israel, whom I loved so dear,
Misliked me for his choice.

12 Then did I leave them to their will,
And to their wandering mind;

Their own conceits they followed still
Their own devices blind.

13 Oh that my people would be wise,
To serve me all their days!

And oh that Israel would advise
To walk my righteous ways!

14 Then would I soon bring down their foes,
That now so proudly rise,

And turn my hand against all those
That are their enemies.

15 Who hate the Lord should then be fain
To bow to him and bend ;

But they, his people, should remain;

Their time should have no end.

16 And he would feed them from the shock
With flour of finest wheat,

And satisfy them from the rock
With honey for their meat.

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34 Regard the weak and fatherless;
Despatch the poor man's cause;
And raise the man in deep distress
By just and equal laws.

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4 Defend the poor and desolate,
And rescue from the hands
Of wicked men the low estate
Of him that help demands.

5 They know not, nor will understand;
In darkness they walk on ;

The earth's foundations all are moved,
And out of order gone.

6 I said that ye were gods, yea all
The sons of God Most High;

7 But ye shall die like men, and fall

As other princes die.

8 Rise, God; 7 judge thou the earth in might;

This wicked earth redress ;

For thou art he who shalt by right

The nations all possess.

4 Shiphtudal.

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5 Hatzdiku.

6 Jimmotu.

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PSALM LXXXIII.

I BE not thou silent now at length;
O God, hold not thy peace:
Sit thou not still, O God of strength;
We cry and do not cease.

2 For lo! thy furious foes now 1swell,
And1 storm outrageously;

And they that hate thee, proud and fell,
Exalt their heads full high.

3 Against thy people they 2 contrive

3 Their plots and counsels deep;

4 Them to ensnare they chiefly strive 5 Whom thou dost hide and keep.

4 Come, let us cut them off," say they,

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Till they no nation be;

That Israel's name for ever may

Be lost in memory."

5 For they consult with all their might,

And all as one in mind

Themselves against thee they unite,

And in firm union bind.

6 The tents of Edom, and the brood Of scornful Ishmael,

7 Neoth Elohim bears both.

8 They seek thy name: Heb.

Moab, with them of Hagar's blood,
That in the desert dwell,

7 Gebal and Ammon there conspire,
And hateful Amalec,

The Philistines, and they of Tyre,
Whose bounds the sea doth check.
8 With them great Ashur also bands,
And doth confirm the knot;

All these have lent their armed hands

To aid the sons of Lot.

9 Do to them as to Midian bold,

That wasted all the coast;

To Sisera, and as is told

Thou didst to Jabin's host,

When at the brook of Kishon old
They were repulsed and slain,

10 At Endor quite cut off, and rolled
As dung upon the plain.

II As Zeb and Oreb evil sped,
So let their princes speed;
As Zeba and Zalmunna bled,
So let their princes bleed.

12 For they amidst their pride have said,
"By right now shall we seize

God's houses, and will now invade

7 Their stately palaces."

13 My God, oh make them as a wheel;

No quiet let them find;

Giddy and restless let them reel,

Like stubble from the wind.

14 As, when an aged wood takes fire
Which on a sudden strays,

The greedy flame runs higher and higher,
Till all the mountains blaze;

15 So with thy whirlwind them pursue,

And with thy tempest chase;

168 And till they yield thee honour due,
Lord, fill with shame their face.

17 Ashamed and troubled let them be,
Troubled and shamed for ever,
Ever confounded, and so die

With shame, and scape it never.

18 Then shall they know that thou, whose name

Jehovah is, alone

Art the Most High, and thou the same

O'er all the earth art One.

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PSALM LXXXIV.

How lovely are thy dwellings fair!
O Lord of Hosts, how dear
The pleasant tabernacles are

Where thou dost dwell so near!
2 My soul doth long and almost die
Thy courts, O Lord, to see;
My heart and flesh aloud do cry,

O living God, for thee.

3 There even the sparrow, freed from wrong,

Hath found a house of rest;

The swallow there, to lay her young,

Hath built her brooding nest;

Even by thy altars, Lord of Hosts,

They find their safe abode;

And home they fly from round the coasts
Toward thee, my King, my God.

4 Happy who in thy house reside,

Where thee they ever praise!

5 Happy whose strength in thee doth bide, And in their hearts thy ways!

6 They pass through Baca's thirsty vale, That dry and barren ground,

As through a fruitful watery dale

Where springs and showers abound.

7 They journey on from strength to strength With joy and gladsome cheer,

Till all before our God at length

In Sion do appear.

8 Lord God of Hosts, hear now my prayer,

O Jacob's God, give ear:

9 Thou, God, our shield, look on the face Of thy anointed dear.

10 For one day in thy courts to be

Is better and more blest

Than in the joys of vanity
A thousand days at best.
I in the temple of my God
Had rather keep a door

Than dwell in tents and rich abode

With sin for evermore.

II For God, the Lord, both sun and shield,
Gives grace and glory bright;

No good from them shall be withheld

Whose ways are just and right.

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Of all that other gods have done
Like to thy glorious works.

9 The nations all whom thou hast made
Shall come, and all shall frame

To bow them low before thee, Lord,
And glorify thy name.

10 For great thou art, and wonders great
By thy strong hand are done;
Thou in thy everlasting seat
Remainest God alone.

II Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right;

I in thy truth will bide;

To fear thy name my heart unite;
So shall it never slide.

12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,
Thee honour and adore

With my whole heart, and blaze abroad
Thy name for evermore.

13 For great thy mercy is toward me,
And thou hast freed my soul,
Ev'n from the lowest hell set free,
From deepest darkness foul.

14 O God, the proud against me rise,
And violent men are met

To seek my life, and in their eyes

No fear of thee have set.

15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Readiest thy grace to shew,

Slow to be angry, and art styled

Most merciful, most true.

16 Oh turn to me thy face at length,
And me have mercy on;

Unto thy servant give thy strength,
And save thy handmaid's son.

17 Some sign of good to me afford,
And let my foes then see,

And be ashamed, because thou, Lord,
Dost help and comfort me.

PSALM LXXXVII.

I AMONG the holy mountains high
Is his foundation fast;

There seated in his sanctuary,
His temple there is placed.

2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more

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