PSALM VII. ALG. 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 Be in my hands, if I have wrought Let th' enemy pursue my soul Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire, And wake for me, their fury' assuage; So th' assemblies of each nation All people from the world's foundation. Judge me, Lord, be judge in this And their power that do amiss. But the just establish fast, Since thou art the just God that tries My defence, and in him lies, In him who both just and wise God is a just judge and severe, 30 35 40 His sword he whets, his bow hath bended +5 Already, and for him intended The tools of death, that waits him near. (His arrows purposely made he For them that persecute.) Behold 50 He travels big with vanity, Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old 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 55 PSALM VIII. AUG. 14, 1653. O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wondrous great 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 syllable of enemy.' See above, Ps. v. 16. Ps. vii. 22. Warton. But perhaps it should be pronounced en’my. VOL. III. When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy fingers' art, 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, 20 Fowl of the Heavens, and fish that through the wet 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. 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, That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright, Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light, 2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's, Awake thy strength, come, and be seen To save us by thy might. 3 Turn us again, thy grace divine To us, O God, vouchsafe; Cause thou thy face on us to shine, And then we shall be safe. 4 Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou, Thy smoking wrath, and angry brow 5 Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears, And mak'st them largely drink the tears 6 A strife thou makʼst us and a prey To every neighbour foe, Among themselves they laugh, they play, 7 Return us, and thy grace divine, 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, 5 15 20 25 30 |