My Bed I water with my tears; mine Eie
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
Ith' mid'st of all mine enemies that mark.
Depart all ye that work iniquitie.

Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping

The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my prai'r My supplication with acceptance fair

The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. Mine enemies shall all be blank and dash't

With much confusion; then grow red with shame, They shall return in hast the way they came

And in a moment shall be quite abash't.

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PSAL. VII. Aug. 14. 1653.

Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him.

LORD my God to thee I flie
Save me and secure me under
Thy protection while I crie
Least as a Lion (and no wonder)
He hast 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 him have render'd less,
And not fre'd my foe for naught;

Let th'enemy pursue my soul
And overtake it, let him tread

My life down to the earth and roul
In the dust my glory dead,

In the dust and there out spread
Lodge it with dishonour foul.

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Rise Jehovah in thine ire.
Rouze thy self amidst the rage
Of my foes that urge like fire;
And wake for me, their furi' asswage;
Judgment here thou didst ingage
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 worlds 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 power 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 th' upright of Heart at last.

God is a just Judge and severe,
And God is every day offended;
If th' unjust will not forbear,

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 vanitie,
Trouble he hath conceav'd of old

As in a womb, and from that mould
Hath at length brought forth a Lie.

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He dig'd a pit, and delv'd 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 ruine steep.

Then will I Jehovah's praise
According to his justice raise
And sing the Name and Deitie
Of Jehovah the most high..

PSAL. 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 bearth,

Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou
Hast founded strength because of all thy foes
To stint th'enemy, and slack th'avengers brow
That bends his rage thy providence to oppose.

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When I behold thy Heavens, thy Fingers art,
The Moon and Starrs which thou so bright hast set, 10
In the pure firmament, then saith my heart,
O what is man that thou remembrest yet,

And think'st upon him; or of man begot
That him thou visit'st and of him art found;
Scarce to be less then Gods, thou mad'st his lot,
With honour and with state thou hast him crown'd.

O're 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 forrest 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.

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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.

PSAL. LXXX.

I THOU Shepherd that dost Israel keep
Give ear in time of need,

Who leadest like a flock of sheep

Thy loved Josephs 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.

2 In Ephraims view and Benjamins,
And in Manasse's sight

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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 shine

And then we shall be safe.

4 Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou,
How long wilt thou declare

Thy *smoaking wrath, and angry brow
Against thy peoples praire.

5 Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears,
Their bread with tears they eat,

And mak'st them* largely drink the tears
Wherwith their cheeks are wet.

6 A strife thou mak'st us and a prey

To every neighbour foe,

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* Gnorera.

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* Shalish.

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Among themselves they laugh, they play, Jilgnagu.
And *flouts at us they throw.

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7 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.

8 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.

9 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.

10 With her green shade that cover'd all,
The Hills were over-spread

Her Bows as high as Cedars tall
Advanc'd their lofty head.

II Her branches on the western side
Down to the Sea she sent,

And upward to that river wide
Her other branches went.

12 Why hast thou laid her Hedges low
And brok'n down her Fence,

That all may pluck her, as they go,

With rudest violence?

13 The tusked Boar out of the wood

Up turns it by the roots,

Wild Beasts there brouze, and make their food
Her Grapes and tender Shoots.

14 Return now, God of Hosts, look down
From Heav'n, thy Seat divine,

Behold us, but without a frown,

And visit this thy Vine.

15 Visit this Vine, which thy right hand
Hath set, and planted long,

And the young branch, that for thy self
Thou hast made firm and strong.

16 But now it is consum'd with fire,
And cut with Axes down,

They perish at thy dreadfull ire,
At thy rebuke and frown.

17 Upon the man of thy right hand
Let thy good hand be laid,

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