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5 But twice that praise shall in our ear
Be said of Zion last :
High God shall fix her fast.
6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll,
That ne'er shall be out-worn, When He the nations doth enroll,
That this man there was born.
7 Both they who sing and they who dance
With sacred songs are there;
And all my fountains clear.
I LORD GOD, that dost me save and keep,
All day to Thee I cry,
Before Thee prostrate lie.
2 Into Thy presence let my prayer,
With sighs devout, ascend;
Thine ear with favour bend.
3 For, cloyed with woes and trouble store,
Surcharged my soul doth lie; My life, at death's uncheerful door,
Unto the grave draws nigh.
4 Reckoned I am with them that pass
Down to the dismal pit;
And for that name unfit,
5 From life discharged and parted quite
Among the dead to sleep,
That in the grave lie deep;
Whom Thou rememberest no more,
Dost never more regard :
Death's hideous house hath barred.
6 Thou in the lowest pit profound,
Hast set me all forlorn,
In horrid deeps to mourn.
7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves,
Full sore doth press on me;
And all Thy waves break me.
And mak'st me odious,
And I here pent up thus. .
Mire eye grows dim and dead; Lord, all the day I Thee entreat,
My hands to Thee I spread.
10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead?
Shall the deceased arise
With pale and hollow eyes?
11 Shall they Thy loving-kindness tell
On whom the grave hath hold? Or they who in perdition dwell
Thy faithfulness unfold?
12 In darkness can Thy mighty hand
Or wondrous acts be known?
Of dark oblivion ?
13 But I to Thee, O Lord, do cry
Ere yet my life be spent;
Each morn, and Thee prevent.
14 Why wilt Thou, Lord, my soul forsake
And hide Thy face from me,
With terror sent from Thee;
Bruised and afflicted, and so low
As ready to expire,
Astonished with Thine ire?
16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow;
Thy threatenings cut me through: 17 All day they round about me go;
Like waves they me pursue.
18 Lover and friend Thou hast removed,
And severed from me far:
And as in darkness are.
A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXIV.
This and the following Psalm are Milton's earliest productions. He was only
fifteen years old when he translated them.
Jehovah's wonders were in Israel shown,