I tried thee at the water steep 8 Hear, O my people, hearken well, I testify to thee, Thou ancient stock of Israel, If thou wilt list to me: 9 Throughout the land of thy abode Io I am the Lord thy God, which brought II And yet my people would not hear, 12 Then did I leave them to their will, 13 Oh, that my people would be wise, 14 Then would I soon bring down their foes, That now so proudly rise; And turn my hand against all those 15 Who hate the Lord should then be fain To bow to him and bend; But they, his people, should remain, 16 And he would feed them from the shock With flower of finest wheat, And satisfy them from the rock PSALM LXXXII. IGOD in the great assembly stands Among the gods, on both his hands, 2 How long will ye pervert the right 3 Regard the weak and fatherless, 4 Defend the poor and desolate, 5 They know not, nor will understand, The earth's foundations all are moved, 6 I said that ye were gods, yea, all 7 But ye shall die like men, and fall As other princes die. 8 Rise, God, judge thou the earth in might, This wicked earth redress; For thou art he who shall by right PSALM LXXXIII. I Be not thou silent now at length, 2 For lo, thy furious foes now swell, And they that hate thee, proud and fell, 3 Against thy people they contrive Their plots and counsels deep; 4 Come, let us cut them off, say they, That Israel's name for ever may 5 For they consult with all their might, Themselves against thee they unite, 6 The tents of Edom, and the brood Moab, with them of Hagar's blood 7 Gebal and Ammon there conspire, The Philistines, and they of Tyre, 8 With them great Ashur also bands, All these have lent their armed hands 9 Do to them as to Midian bold, To Sisera; and, as is told, When, at the brook of Kishon old, II As Zeb and Oreb evil sped, 12 For they amidst their pride have said, God's houses, and will now invade 13 My God, oh make them as a wheel, 14 As when an aged wood takes fire The greedy flame runs higher and higher, 15 So with thy whirlwind them pursue, 16 And, till they yield thee honour due, Lord, fill with shame their face. 17 Ashamed, and troubled, let them be, Troubled, and shamed for ever; 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 PSALM LXXXIV I How lovely are thy dwellings fair! 2 My soul doth long and almost die 3 There even the sparrow, freed from wrong, Hath found a house of rest; The swallow there, to lay her young, Even by thy altars, Lord of Hosts, 4 Iappy, who in thy house reside, 5 Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide, 6 They pass through Baca's thirsty vale, 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 10 For one day in thy courts to be, I, in the temple of my God, Than dwell in tents, and rich abode, 11 For God, the Lord, both sun and shield, No good from them shall be withheld 12 Lord God of Hosts that reign'st on high, PSALM LXXXV. I THY land to favour graciously Thou hast not, Lord, been slack; 2 The iniquity thou didst forgive 3 Thine anger all thou hadst removed, From thy fierce wrath, which we had proved, 4 God of our saving health and peace, 5 Wilt thou be angry without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend 6 Wilt thou not turn, and hear our volce, |