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PSALM TL Arg. 13, 1653.
Lord, in thine anger do not reprehend me
Nor in thy hot digpleasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,
And very weak and faint; heal and amend me:
For all my bones, that e'en with anguish ache,

Are troubled, yea, may soul is troubled sore,
And thon, O Lord, how long? Turs, Lord, restore
My soul, O save me for thy goodness sake:
For in death no remembrance is of thee;

Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise?

Wearied I am with sizhing ont 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' the 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 prayer,

My supplication with acceptance fair
The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping.
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.

PSALM VII. AUG. 14, 1653.

UPON THE WORDS OF CHUSH THE BENJAMITE AGAINST HIM.

LORD, my God, to thee I fly,
Save me, and secure me under
Thy protection while I cry,
Lest as a lion (and no wonder)
He haste to tear my soul asunder,
Tearing, and no rescue nigh.

Lord, my God, if I have thought
Or done this, if wickedness
Be in my hands, if I have wrought
Ill to him that meant me peace,
Or to hiin have render'd less,
And not freed my foe for nought;
Let the enemy pursue my soul
And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth, and roll
In the dust my glory dead,
In the dust, and there outspread
Lodge it with dishonour foul.
Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire,
Rouse thyself amidst the rage
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
Will surround thee, seeking right,
Thence to thy glorious habitation
Return on high, and in their sight.
Jehovah judgeth most upright
All people from the world's foundation,
Judge me, Lord, be judge in this
According to my righteousness,
And the innocence which is
Upon me: cause at length to cease
Of evil men the wickedness
And their

that do amiss.
But the just establish fast,
Since thou art the just God that tries
Hearts and reins. On God is cast
My defence, and in Him lies,
In Him who both just and wise
Saves the upright of heart at last.
God is a just judge and severe,
And God is every day offended;
If the unjust will not forbear,

power

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
He travels big with vanity,
Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old
As in a womb, and from that mould
Hath at length brought forth a lie.
He digg'd a pit, and delved it deep,
And fell into the pit he made :
His mischief that due course doth keep,
Turns on his head, and his ill trade,
Of violence will undelay'd
Fall on his crown with ruin steep.
Then will I Jehovah's praise
According to his justice raise,
And sing the Name and Deity
Of Jehovah the Most High.

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

Hast founded strength because of all thy foes,
To stint the enemy, and slack th' avenger's brow,

That bends his rage thy providence t' oppose. 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, 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,

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.

PSALM LXXX.

Thou Shepherd that dost Israel keep

Give ear in time of need,
Who leadest like a flock of sheep

Thy loved Joseph's seed,
That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright,

Between their wings out-spread,
Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,

And on our foes thy dread.
In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's,

And in Manasse's sight,
Awake thy strength, come, and be seen

To save us by thy might.
Turn us again, thy grace divine

To us, O God, vouchsafe;
Cause thou thy face on us to sline,

And then we shall be safe.
Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou,

How long wilt thou declare
Thy smoking wrath, and angry brow

Against thy people's prayer !

Thon feed'st them with the bread of tears,

Their bread with tears they eat,
And mak’st them largely drink the tears

Wherewith their cheeks are wet.

A strife thou mak'st us and a prey

To every neighbour foe,
Among themselves they laugh, they play,

And flouts at us they throw.
Return us, and thy grace divine,

O God of Hosts, vouchsafe,
Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

And then we shall be safe.
A Vine from Egypt thou hast brought,

Thy free love made it thine,
And drov'st out nations, proud and haut,

To plant this lovely vine.
Thou did’st prepare for it a place,

And root it deep and fast,
That it began to grow apace,

And fill'd the land at last.
With her green shade that cover'd all,

The hills were over-spread,
Her boughs as high as cedars tall

Advanced their lofty head.
Her branches on the western side

Down to the sea she sent,
And upward to that river wide

Her other branches went.
Why hast thou laid her hedges low,

And broken down her fence,
That all may pluck her, as they go;

With rudest violence ? The

tusked boar out of the wood Up turns it by the roots, Wild beasts there browse, and make their food

Her grapes and tender shoots,

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