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PSALM VII. Alg. 14, 1653.
UPON THE WORDS OF CHUSH THE BENJAMITE AGAINST HIN.
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,
’ 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 5
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 stirt th' enemy) A violent cæsure in the last syllabie of enemy.'
See above, Ps. v. 16. Ps. vii. 22. Warton, Bui 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,
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 flocks, and herds, by thy commanding word,
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!
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,
Thy loved Joseph's seed,
That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright,
Between their wings out-spread,
And on our foes thy dread.
And in Manasse's sight,
To save us by thy might.
To us, o God, vouchsafe ;
And then we shall be safe.
How long wilt thou declare
Against thy people's prayer!
Their bread with tears they eat,
Wherewith their cheeks are wet. 6 A strife thou mak’st us and a prey
To every neighbour foe,
And flouts at us they throw.
O God of Hosts, vouchsafe, Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
And then we shall be safe. 8 A Vine from Egypt thou hast brought,
Thy free love made it thine,