Scottish Metrical Psalter: Psalms of David in Metre

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Eremitical Press
Eremitical Press, 2007 - 273ÆäÀÌÁö
This is the translation approved by the Church of Scotland in 1650. All one hundred and fifty psalms are rigorously translated into rhythmic verses that are easy to sing and set to music. The beauty of 1650 English verse makes this volume a treasure. Includes preface and glossary.

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46 ÆäÀÌÁö - I cried to thee, O LORD ; and unto the LORD I made supplication. 9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit ? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth ? 10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me : LORD, be thou my helper.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David, the servant of the LORD, who spake unto the LORD the words of this song in the day that the LORD delivered him from the hand of all his enemies, and from the hand of Saul : And he said, I WILL love thee, O LORD, my strength.
176 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Lord, ye know, is God indeed ; Without our aid He did us make : We are His flock, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take.
176 ÆäÀÌÁö - ALL people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ; Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell ; Come ye before him and rejoice.
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - He put a new song in my mouth, our God to magnify: Many shall see it, and shall fear, and on the Lord rely.
61 ÆäÀÌÁö - And forsaketh not his saints; They are preserved for ever: But the seed of the wicked shall be cut off. 29 The righteous shall inherit the land, And dwell therein for ever.
243 ÆäÀÌÁö - Behold how good a thing it is, And how becoming well, Together such as brethren are, In unity to dwell.
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then will I to God's altar go, to God my chiefest joy : Yea, God, my God, thy name to praise my harp I will employ. 5 Why art thou then cast down, my soul ? what should discourage thee ? And why with vexing thoughts art thou disquieted in me...
176 ÆäÀÌÁö - For why ? the LORD our GOD is good, His Mercy is for ever sure ; His Truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure.
250 ÆäÀÌÁö - If thee, Jerusalem, I forget, Skill part from my right hand. My tongue to my mouth's roof let cleave, If I do thee forget, Jerusalem, and thee above My chief joy do not set.

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