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Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise ?

Wearied I am with sighing out my days, Nightly my

couch I make a kind of sea; My bed I water with my tears; mine eye

Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark

l'th' midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping

The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my

My supplication with acceptance fair [pray'r, The Lord will own and have me in his keeping. Mine enemies shall all be blank and dash'd With much confusion ; then grown red with

shame, They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd.

Psalm vil. Aug. 14. 1653.

Upon the words of Cush the Benjamite against him. LORD

my God to thee I fly, Save me and secure me under Thy protection while I cry,

Lest as a lion (and no wonder)

He haste 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

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And not

Ill to him that meant me peace, Or to him have render'd less, freed


foe for nought; Let th' enemy pursue my soul

And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth, and roll
In the dust my glory dead,

In the dust and there out-spread
Lodge it with dishonor foul.
Rise Jehovah in thine ire,

Rouse thyself amidst the rage
Of my foes that urge like fire ;

And wake for me, their fury's asswage;

Judgment here thou didst engage
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 world's foundation.
Judge me, Lord, be judge in this

According to my righteousness,
And the innocence which is

Upon ine: cause at length to cease,

Of evil men the wickedness And their pow'r that do amiss. Bat the just establish fast,

Since thou árt 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 the 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 vanity,

Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old

As in a womb, and from that mold
Hath at length brought forth a lie.
He digg'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 ruin steep.

Then will I Jehovah's praise
According to his justice raise,
And sing the Name and Deity
Of Jehovah the Most High.

Psalm vill. Aug. 14. 1653.
O JEHOVAH our Lord, how wondrous great

And glorious is thy name through all the earth! So as above the Heav'ns thy praise to set

Out of the tender mouths of latest birth. 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,

'I hat bends his rage thy providence to' oppose. When I behold thy Heav’ns, thy fingers’ art,

The moon and stars which thou so bright hast set In the pure firmament, then saith my heart,

what is man that thou remembrest yet, And think’st upon him; or of man begot,

Thar him thou visit'st, and of him art found ? Scarce to be less than gods, thou mad’st his lot,

With honor and with state thou hast him crown'd. O'er 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 forest meet, Fowl of the Heav'ns, and fish that through the wet

See 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!

Nine of the Psalms done into meter, wherein all, but

what is in a different character, are the very words of the text,translated from the original. April 1648.

J. M.

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 sits 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 Ephraim's view and Benjamin's,

And in Manasse's sight, Awake * thy strength, come, and

* Gnoreta. To save us by thy might. 3 Turn us again, thy grace divine

Tous 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 * smoking wrath, and angry brow * Gnashanta.

Against thy people's pray'ı ! 3 Thou feed'st'them with the bread of tears,

Their bread with tears they eat,


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