34 Regard the weak and fatherless; 5 They know not, nor will understand; 6 The earth's foundations all are moved, 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. II 5 Hatzdiku. Fimmotu. 20 7 Shiphta. PSALM LXXXIII. I BE not thou silent now at length; 2 For lo! thy furious foes now 1swell, And they that hate thee, proud and fell, 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, That Israel's name for ever may 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, Moab, with them of Hagar's blood, 7 Gebal and Ammon there conspire, The Philistines, and they of Tyre, 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 stain, 10 At Endor quite cut off, and rolled II As Zeb and Oreb evil sped, So let their princes bleed. 12 For they amidst their pride have said, 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 The greedy flame runs higher and higher, 15 So with thy whirlwind them pursue, And with thy tempest chase; 168 And till they yield thee honour due, 17 Ashamed and troubled let them be, 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. 30 40 50 60 PSALM LXXXIV. I How lovely are thy dwellings fair! Where thou dost dwell so near! 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 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 Than dwell in tents and rich abode With sin for evermore. II For God, the Lord, both sun and shield, No good from them shall be withheld IO 20 30 40 Heb.: The burning heat of thy wrath. 12 Lord God of Hosts that reign'st on high, PSALM LXXXV. I THY land to favour graciously 2 The iniquity thou didst forgive 3 Thine anger all thou hadst removed, 1 From thy fierce wrath, which we had proved 4 God of our saving health and peace, Turn us, and us restore; Thine indignation cause to cease 5 Wilt thou be angry without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend 2 Heb.: Turn 6 Wilt thou not turn and hear our voice, to quicken us. IO 20 30 To dwell within our land. 10 Mercy and Truth, that long were missed, Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kissed, II Truth from the earth like to a flower And Justice from her heavenly bower 12 The Lord will also then bestow Our land shall forth in plenty throw 13 Before him Righteousness shall go, Then will he come, and not be slow; 40 50 3 Heb.: He will set his steps to the way. PSALM LXXXVI. I THY gracious ear, O Lord, incline; 2 Preserve my soul; for I have trod Save thou thy servant, O my God, 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee I call; 4 Oh make rejoice Thy servant's soul! for, Lord, to thee Heb.: I am good, loving, a doer of good & holy things. 5 For thou art good; thou, Lord, art prone Art full of mercy, thou alone, 6 Unto my supplication, Lord, 7 I in the day of my distress 8 Like thee among the gods is none, 10 20 |