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One and forty divine odes Englished set to King Davids princely harpe. By S.P.L.
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Brazil. Ministério do Interior. Secretaria de Planejamento.; Sempill, James, Sir, 1566-1625, attributed name.
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vnwares crush'd with his proud arm 11 He argues thus with reasons wanting weight That God his wrongs doth neither see nor know Doth He enthrond in clouds of supreme height Behold the right and wrong done here below Can man conceiue so high maiestick power With smiles or frowns on earth to laugh or lowre 12 Vp Lord and lift thy sacred hand on high And with thy powerfull sword pierce thou his side Nor let thou him in dark obliuion lie Whose pious heart doth in thy feare abide Extend thy grace and deale thy iustice so As meek men may haue blisse and proud men wo. 13 Ah shall the more then madnesse of lewd men Contemne thee thus and set thy will at naught And dare to mutter in their secret den That God for humane things doth take no thought Thus when their mouths are clos'd and dare not speak Their hollow hearts are ful of thinks leak 14 Thou seest without within thou vew'st all things And vnder thy sharp hand shall lewd men fall That by affliction which true insight brings This lesson they may learne that ruling all Thou sleight'st not poor mens griefe nor toils neglect'st But left to thee the Orphanes thou protect'st 15 Break thou the force of the vngodly wight And coole the fury of his gracelesse mind Till he and all the branches of his might Be broken downe nor root be left behind That he nor they may in the limits stand And compasse of the Ocean-bounded land 16 Thus thou the Lord of time till time haue end Shalt rule and raigne sole Monarch ouer all And from the land to which thy bounds extend Shalt chase the Nations that do lewdly fall To impious rites and set thy law aside That banish'd they may vanish with their pride 17 These vowes the men o're-whelm'd with crosse affaires These praiers they poure forth with reu'rence due And spurgald with the pricks of deep despaires With brinish teares to thee these humbly sue For whom haue they in Heauen Earth but thee That with a power supreme canst set them free 18 To loose the poore whom beasts do pitty more From the dire bands of mens all-daring might That man who doth his arme of flesh adore May strike his sailes and leaue his fury quite When he beholds and conscious is within Of his fraile state the web of his foule sin PSAL. XI VVHen I haue hope safe harbor to attain And for my starre on Heauens great Lord relie Like frighted fowle which would the couert gaine You bid mee to the rockes for safety flie 2 Behold you see the impious man doth bend His threatning bow and makes his shafts to wound The harmelesse soule and closely doth attend To murder those whose fearelesse hearts are sound 3 But thou great King with thy all-conqu'ring hand The rebells tam'st and dost diuert their will Who mad with rage vexe those who humbly stand At thy deuotion and deserue no ill 4 God who in Heau'ns eternall temples dwels And doth in his star-spangled throne appeare With his trans-piercing eies whose sight excells Viewes all the acts are represented here 5 From his all-seeing eie nor wrong nor right Can hidden be but those who beate their braines To compasse mischiefe He who rules with might And right combind hates all their cunning traines 6 He showreth downe on their detested heads His wide spread nets and thundring tempests casts With sulpher mixt which the proud'st scorner dreads To scorch them here whose burning euer lasts 7 But he that fosters right himselfe most right With sacred loue doth vpright men embrace And sets before his euerlasting sight The rightfull conscience where no guile hath place PSAL. XII HElpe Sauiour helpe and be not thou auerse Since virgin Faith fall'n now in mens disgrace 2 Expuls'd is gone and Truth flees all commerce And naked shuns the Earths disguised race Now eu'ry man doth entertaine his friend With words the scum and fume of idle brains And cloakes the wrongs which falser hearts entend With lies which smooth dissimulation fains 3 Deceitfull mouthes whence sugred poison flowes Let God confound and plucke out root and all The tongue that doth the hearts base births disclose And speakes great things although it selfe be small 4 And perish they with brasen browes who say What should we feare come let vs sweare and lye That periury by custome bearing sway Our tongues may venture on all villany No Lord I think hath any thing to shew My free borne tongue in vassalage to hold Nor lock my lips nor bar my language so As not to range at pleasure vncontrold 5 But God that heares the plaints of poor distress'd And burthen-bearing soules that sigh for griefe Arise will I saith He and them oppress'd Securely place in harbour of reliefe 6 This saith the Lord and what from him proceeds His faith is fixt like gold which seuen-times tri'de By purging fire no more refining needs When smoke and ashes do the drosse diuide 7 Then mindfull of thy promise Lord restraine The cure-lesse poison of a cursed tongue And thou the worlds best Sentinell containe The viperous race that we may not be stongue 8 For lewd men now giue law and measure right By their owne foot and dominering will And gouern'd by their disproportion'd might The best men feare the doomes of men most ill PSAL. XIII HOw long wilt thou who guid'st our cōmon helm Neglect my cause as one forsaken quite Wilt thou leaue me whom swelling surges whelm Wrapt in obliuions euerlasting might How long wilt thou in fierce displeasure hide Thy louely face and gracefull eye from me How long shall vexing cares which draw aside My mind from rest my soules companions be 2 How long shall my grieu'd heart with rougher waues In seas of deep afflictions thus be tost How long shall my proud foes who are sins slaues Thus triumph ouer me as all were lost 3 Great Regent of the world behold and see Assist me and infuse thy sacred light Lest Death with his long sleepe do ceaze on me And close mine eies and bid the Sun good night 4 Let not my foe brag in his haughty pride That he hath crusht me with his brawny armes And who hate truth and cannot me abide Haue they no cause to triumph at my harmes 5 Thou do'st with hope refresh my drooping heart Whose help extends it selfe to all my vaines When I am safe because thou took'st my part Thy name great King I 'le sing with lofty straines PSAL. XIIII PRoud Pollicy now making Vice his minion Inly conceiu'd thus mutters his opinion And saith that feare which keeps the mind in aw Bred of the froth of melancholy braines Hath made a God and giuen him the raines Whilst whirling Chance giues all the world the law Then did Iniquity that feares no rod Wallow in sins as if there were no God And no man had a will to follow right 2 But Heauens great Lord cast down his eie to view Who would whilst
my rest And with sweet sleepes will spend the night With hope from Heauen thou steelst my breast And shieldst me safe Lord with thy might PSAL. V. WHose supreme power o're all extends Benignely Lord my praiers heare And with a calme and facile eare Receiue the plaines which sorrow sends 2 When loud I call attentiue see How my full vaines distend my heart My God and King alone thou art And in distresse I serue but thee 3 Lord heare me when I early cry For while pure vowes cheere hopes within I 'le call on thee ere beames begin To sparkle from the Suns bright eie 4 Thou God who lou'st a pious minde And hat'st the filth of impious rites Let him whose soule in sin delights Hopelesse of thee no fauour finde 5 Arm'd wrong flies from thy dreadfull sight 6 Who art a foe to bloud and fraud The glozing tongue that doth applaud Foule falshood thou wilt cut out quite 7 Since on thy grace I Lord relie Thy sacred gates will I draw neere And to thy Temple goe with feare And send pure vowes to thee on high 8 That I my foese slinets may finde Thou God of Right thy light display And in a darke and doubtfull way Direct my steps which else are blinde 9 Truth shuns the lips of my proud foes Whilst filth and fraud keep th' inner roomes Their throates smell worse than rotten toombes Their tongues with honied poison gloze And inly minde closely to wound 10 O God the source whence all things spring Destroy the wicked Nation bring Their drifts to naught and who dost found And foster all confound the vaine And idle plots they vndertake Quite roote them out who thee forsake And due to sin feele they the paine 11 But by thy grace Lord guarded still Let them be glad who fixe on thee Their hopes alone and fearelesse free Adore thy Name and euer will 12 Pure mindes to Heauen which homage yeeld Thou cheer'st with treasures from thy store And when refresh'd they need no more Thy fauour shades them like a shield PSAL. VI. WHilst anger boiles and rage inflames thy gall Correct me not though sin for vengeance call Whilst fury burnes and runs a swifter pace To bring fell plagues on body soule and all Spare spare me Lord whom griefe doth so appall Lay iustice by and vse thy hand of grace My force is spent my bones the bodies stay â—aile since their nerues are loos'd where vigour lay 3 And care doth vexe my troubled spirit sore â—ow long wilt thou neglect and keep away And leaue me on the rack vext night and day Come now and me from deaths fell iawes restore 5 When he hath once ceaz'd with his griping paw Not leauing one poore puffe of breath to draw Who thinkes on thee Ah no it it too late Wrapt vp in mold made subiect to deaths law Where men are like those births that no Sun saw Who there thy Name shall sing or praise relate 6 When in the night my grieued soule agast Breathes forth deepe sighes as if she breath'd her lasâ— With weeping eies I wash my mournefull bed That all the cloathes which on my couch are cast Are wet with teares which trickle downe so fast As if a shower of raine powr'd from my head 7 My fight once quick her vertue now hath spent With gripes of griefe and pining discontent The liuely vigour of my limmes is gone Whilst that my foes their wiles applauding went And for their plots which nought but mischief men In my fresh checkes now ruddy hue is none 8 The cursed crue Ah you that so delight In gracelesse acts hence hence now take your flight Cast off the hopes which you conceiu'd in vaine 9 God calmely heard the roarings of my spri't And though you grieue and enuy at the sight He heard my vowes and rais'd me vp againe 10 Let sodaine shame mine enemies disgrace The guilty blush let it confound their face Let infamy which them to horror driues Make pale their lookes to shew their dolefull case And in their hearts let tort'ring griefe take place Who fled and left me like base fugitiues PSAL. VII SInce I in thee my safties hope haue plac'd Great Keeper of all things in this our All â—n their fell iawes who alwaies me disgrac'd Lord let not thou let not thy seruant fall Like sauage beasts more like than ciuill men They plot my death deuising how and when If none doe come and take my cause in hand â—s a fierce Lion teares the harmlesse Sheepe Who at first fight affrighted doe disband â—o my fell foe who wakes whilst others sleepe Will rend my limmes whose thirst of blood is suâ—â— He sheds if guiltlesse he cares not how much If he accus'd whose faith had tainelesse stood Nor lying lips had warp'd and wou'n false crimes If I haue wrought them ill who meant but good Or spar'd not those who harm'd me many times 5 Me let my foe pursue and ouertake And taken foile and foild his foot-ball make â—nd let him tread and trample in the mire â—y Diadem the ensigne of my pride But Lord arise let rage and lewd desire Of my proud foes thy mercy laid aside Incense thee to iust ire rise Lord and pay Thy vowd reuenge to those who Truth betray Arise and let thy sacred Maiesty His beames display and all parts ouerspread And let all people to their Parlies hie And thee proclaime their fire and supreme Head Thou whose strong hand holds all the Scepters herâ— 8 And vindicates the sins done eu'ry where Reuenge my wrong if rightly I implore With hallow'd mouth and mind plagues on my foâ—â— 9 O thou iust Iudge who knows our thoughts befoâ—â— We speake or thinke whose eie doth all disclose Batter and bruise lewd mens all-daring lust Whilst grace supports and animates the iust 10 I scorne all foes if God be on my side 11 Who takes delight where Candor takes her seaâ— In mindes that haue nor welts nor guards of pride And godly men protects when dangers threate And not by fits but by a fixt decree Menaceth death to those that impious be 12 If stiffe my foe stands in his vaine pretence 13 Then God soone drawes his sword he bends hiâ— bow He snatcheth vp his dart of more offence Which where it lights doth giue a dang'rous blow He whets his shafts with fury firy red That carries death on the sharp-pointed head 14 Behold who great with sin beings mischief forth And plots against my guiltlesse soule design'd He brought to light things that were little worth Like fancies which affright a sleeping mind 15 He digg'd a pit and closely laide his gin But missing me himselfe was caught therein 16 On his owne head shall all his follies fall And where they heed shall all his mischiefes light 17 Then free from feare and enuies bitter gall I 'le sing of thee and thine impartiall right And glorious name O thou all-ruling Lord With cheerfull mind I will thy praise record