3 ' Gainst those that persecute me win the Field 4 Confound and bring to shame mine enemies To hurt and wrong my Soul they still devise 5 As chaff 'fore wind thine Angel still them chase 6 And persecute them in dark slipry place 7 For without cause in pit they hid a Net To take my soul which without cause they set 8 At unawares let him be catch't in thraul And in the Net he set for others fall 9 My soul thus sav'd shall joyfully record And sound the wondrous praises of the Lord. 10 My bones shall say Lord who is like to thee That poor thus say'st from their strong enemie 11 False witness to my charge lay things untrue Guilty would make me of what I ne're knew 12 And for my good they do reward me ill My soul disquieting seeks it to spill 13 But as for me when they were sick I mourn'd Cloth'd me in sackcloth and my prayer return'd 14 Upon my self whilst I like as a brother Hung down my head and mourn'd as for a mother 15 But they rejoyce in mine adversitie In multitudes combining still ' gainst me Though I were ignorant and did't not fear They cruelly ceas't not my flesh to tear 16 With hypocriticall feast-mockers they Gnashed their teeth as if they would me slay 17 How long wilt thou look on Lord rescue me From Dogs and Lyons paws eke set me free 18 In congregation great I 'le praise thy Name And ' mongst much people I 'le advance thy fame 19 Let not my causeless foes have cause to see The day wherein they 'd triumph over me 20 They speak not peace but ever under hand mischeif devise ' gainst th' quiet of the land 21 Their mouth they open wide at me and say A ha our eyes have seen it this our day 22 This thou seest be not silent nor from me 23 But in thy justice wake Lord set me free 24 Judge me according to thy Righteousness Nor let my foes rejoyce in my distresse 25 Let not them in their hearts insult and say So would we have it ha he 's made our prey 26 Cloath them with shame confusion miserie Who seek themselves ' gainst me to magnifie 27 But let them joy that my just cause do love And sing aloud exalt our God above Who doth delight and in himself to see His servants prosper in prosperitie 28 My Tongue it shall speak of thy righteousness And all my dayes thy praises shall express XXXVI 1 TH' transgression of the wicked tells to me From him he puts Gods fear he will not see 2 Himself in his own eyes he flatters still Whilest that his deeds be found hateful and ill 3 For in his mouth sin and deceit doth dwell Not wise not good he doth his deeds do tell 4 Upon his bed mischeif he doth devise Abhors not evill doth all good despise 5 Thy mercy Lord reacheth the Heavens hie Thy Faithfulness above the cloudy Skie 6 Thy Righteousness like Mountaines Truth Seas deep For thou preservest man and beasts doth keep 7 O Lord thy loving kindness doth excell Therefore men trust under thy wings to dwel 8 Thy houses fatness fills them to the brink Thy rivers pleasure in full draught they drink 9 Th' fountain of life in thee alone doth lie And in thy light a lasting light we spie 10 To them that know the Lord thy goodness shew Thy righteousness to those in heart most true 11 Let not the proud mans foot against me come Nor hands of wicked cause me quit my room 12 There wicked are cast down mine enemies They 'r faln and are not able to arise PSAL. XXXVII 1 BEcause of evill doers do not fret To envy wicked men do thou forget 2 For as the grasse cut down they 'l fade away And as the herbs they 'l wither and decay 3 Trust in the Lord do good so shalt thou dwell In land of th' living and be fed full well 4 Eke in the Lord delight and then shall he What ere thy heart requesteth give to thee 5 Thy wayes to God commit and in him trust And he 'l acomplish thy desires just 6 He will bring forth thy Righteousness in sight And thy just dealing as the Noon-day light 7 Rest in the Lord fret not wait patiently Though they 〈◊〉 prosper that wickedly 1 From Anger Wrath and to do evil cease Fret not thy self disturbing thy souls peace 9 For evil doers shall in their demerit Be all destroyed the just their land inherit 10 For yet a little and the wicked's gone Though thou them diligently seek there 's none 11 As for the meek they shall possess the land Delight in thee none can their peace withstand 12 The wicked plot gnash teeth against the just 13 God laugh's at him for he to tryal must 14 Though they draw sword bend bow and seek to slay And to o'rethrow the just in their right way 15 Their sword shall enter into their own heart Their bow be broken to encrease their smart 16 A little that the Righteous hath is more Then all the wicked's riches heapt up store 17 Broken shall be the wicked's strength and arms But God upholds the right'ous from all harms 18 God knows the day of the upright they shall Enjoy Inheritance perpetuall 19 Nor shall they be ashamed in th' evil dayes But in the time of famine eat and praise 20 But wicked perish shall Gods enemies As fat of Lambs consume or smoak that flies 21 The wicked borrow but do not restore Th' righteous mercies reach unto the poor 22 Such as be blest of him the earth shall herit Such as be curst cut off for their demerit 23 A good mans steps the Lord doth order still His way delights in saveth him from ill 24 And though he fall he shall not quite decay For th' hand of God is his support and stay 25 I have been young am old yet did ne'r see The just beg bread nor his posteritie 26 He 's mercifull and lends his seed is blest 27 Depart from ill do good and ever rest 28 God judgement loves his Saints he ne'r forsakes But of the wickeds seed no care he takes 29. Th' just the Land inherits dwels for ever 30 His mouth speak wise 's tongue doth judgment deliver 31 The Law of God is graven in his heart None of his steps shall slide nor he depart 32 The wicked watch the just seek him to slay 33 But God will not condemn though him judge they 34 On God wait keep his way he 'l exalt thee And wicked quite cut off thine eye't shall see 35 I 've seen the wicked in prosperitie Spreading himself much like a green bay-tree 36 Yet by he past for lo he was not sound I sought him but he no where could be found 37 The perfect man then mark behold th' upright His end is peace and glorious is his night 38 Those that transgress shall be destroyed together The wicked's ends shall be cut off for ever
deceitfull and mischievous tongue 5 God shall destroy thee from thy dwelling place Both thee and eke thy seed he will deface 6 The just they 'l see thy fall with fear the Lord They 'l praise and laugh at thee with one accord 7 See him that would not take God for 's defence Made goods his God was rul'd by corrupt sense 8 In th' house of God I 'm like green Olive-tree In God I trust he doth deliver me 9 For this therefore I 'le praise thee with my voice Set forth thy Name wherein the Saints rejoice PSAL. LIII 1 THe fool in 's heart hath said a God there 's none Corrupt are they good works they'v done not one 2 God looks to earth on â—ons of men to see If any lov'd him in sinceritie 3 They 'r all corrupt and faln out of the way Ther 's none of them doth good not one I say 4 Do not the wicked know they feed on all My folk as bread nor do they on me call 5 There were they in great fear and much dismaid Whereas there was no cause to be afraid His bones that thee beseig'd are flung abroad They are consumed and cast off by God 6 Give thou the people health O Lord fulfill Thy Vow to Israel made on Sion hill When God brings back his that were captive led Then Jacob shall rejoyce Israel be glad PSAL. LIV. 1 THy strength me judge me save thy name O Lord 2 Unto my words give ear my prayer regard 3 Strangers against me rise and vex me still Regard not God but seek my soul to spill 4 But loe the Lord mine helper is and aid Upholds my soul nor lets me be afraid 5 With ill repay all those that for me wait Destroy my foes that for me lay a baite 6 I freely sacrifice then to thee will And praise thy Name therein is comfort still 7 He keeps me from those that ' gainst me conspire Upon my foes mine eye hath seen's desire PSAL. LV. O Lord my God give ear to me that pray Nor from my supplications turn away 2 Attend to me O Lord and hear my voice My prayer so mournful is I can't rejoyce 3 ' Cause of the cruelty and noise of those Who blemish me and are my mortal foes 4 My heart within me Lord is pained much The deadly terrours faln on me are such 5 The terrours faln on me make me afraid With horrors over whelm'd I 'm sore dismaid 6 O that I 'd dove-like wings I did then say Then could I be at rest by flight away 7 I 'le wander far and in desart remain 8 And hasten my escape from stormes and pain 9 Destroy O Lord and eke divide their tongue For I in their City have seen much wrong 10 Both day and night these go about the wall Mischeif's in th' mid'st and sorrows eke withal 11 Guile and deceit in mid'st thereof do meet Nor wickedness departeth from her street 12 If foes should me reproach I would 't abide And from him I my self could safely hide 13 But thee it was which friendship did pretend 14 And to Gods house thou went'st with me a friend 15 Let death them take let them go quick to hell Evil's with them in wickedness they dwell 16 As for me I upon my God will call And he will save me from my troubles all 17 Morning and noon I 'le pray and eke rejoyce And cry aloud for he will hear my voice 18 My soul in peace he 'l keep from wars ' gainst me Though Adversaries join and many be 19 The Lord that reigns both now and evermore When I complain he 'l punish them full sore 20 His Covenant of peace they have forgot And those that wish their good they value not 21 Smoother then oil or butter were their words Their hearts conceiveth war and cuts like swords 22 Cast thou thy care on God he 'l thee sustain Nor shall the just in troubles long remain 23 The bloody man the Lord shall cast always In pit nor shall he live out half his days But I O Lord in thee will ever trust For thou art unto me a God most just PSAL. LVI 1 O Lord my God be merciful to me Lest by mine enemies consum'd I be 2 To wallow me O Lord they take delight And many be which do against me fight 3 O Lord my God when that I am afraid I 'le trust in thee alone who art my aid 4 O Lord thy word I 'le praise and trust in thee Nor will I fear what flesh can do to me 5 What I e're spake they rest my words at will And all their thoughts do work ' gainst me for ill 6 Themselves they hide most close and for me wait They mark my steps and for my soul lay bait 7 Shall they in mischeif scape Lord on them frown And in thine anger cast these people down 8 Thou tel'st my flights and on my tears dost look Keep them in glass and write them in a book 9 My foes turn back when that I cry to thee And by this same I see thou lovest me 10 God and his word I 'le praise and trust mine aid 11 What man can do to me I 'm not afraid 12 O Lord my God thy vowes are upon me And I will dayly render praise to thee 13 My soul defend from death keep feet upright That I may walk with such as live in light PSAL. LVII 1 TAke pitty on me keep my soul in rest Thy wings my guard whil'st ill from me be past 2 I 'le call on God my God who is most high To him that gives me all things will I cry 3 From heaven he will send me safe from those With mercy truth who are my deadly foes 4 My soul with Lyons is all set on ire I live with such as fret like flames of fire 5 Their teeth like spears and arrows I have seen Their tongue is sharper than a sword most keen 5 Exalt thy self above the Heavens clear And let thy glory 'bove the earth appear 6 They for my steps prepared have a net My soul 's bow'd down in pit they would me set They thought they could me catch in their own pit But they themselves are faln in midst of it 7 My heart is fixt O Lord in thee alwayes In thee t is fixt and 't shall sing forth thy praise 8 Awake my joy my lute le ts hear thy voice For I my self will wake and eke rejoyce 9 'Mong people Lord to the I 'le praises bring Amongst all nations I to thee will sing 10 Thy mercies to the Heavens do extend Thy truth doth go from one cloud to the end 11 Above the Heavens Lord exalted be Thy glory also 'bove the earth le ts see PSAL. LVIII 1 YE Rulers put in trust do ye judge right Are all your judgements just ev'n in Gods sight 2 In heart ye muse to mischeif and consent Where ye should justice eye to bribes ye 'r bent 3 The wicked
39 But of the Lord the justs Salvation is In time of trouble all their strength is his 40 The Lord shall help and eke deliver th' just Them he shall save because they in him trust PSAL. XXXVIII 1 O Lord in thy great wrath rebuke me not Nor chasten me in thy displeasure hot 2 Thine arrowes stick fast in me they me goare Thine heavy hand oppresseth me full sore 3 Cause of thy wrath my flesh it hath therein No soundness nor bones rest ' cause of my sin 4 For all my sins above my head are gone And too great burthen makes me for to moane 5 Cause of my folly corrupt wounds smell strong 6 I troubled am bow down mourn all day long 7 My loins with sore disease have no whole part 8 And I most feeble roar for grief of heart 9 All my desires are before thee O Lord My groanings are not hid thou heard'st my word 10 My heart doth pant my strength it doth me fail My sight is gone my troubles so prevail 11 My lovers and my friends keep from my sore My kinsmen alienate themselves therefore 12 Who seeks my life lays snares to do me wrong Mischeife they muse deceit think all day long 13 But as one deafe to them I lent none eare And as one dumb to speak I did forbear 14 And as one deaf whose mouth hath no reproof 15 In thee I hope thou 'lt hear on my behoof 16 I said hear me least they insulting cry His foot now slips our selves we 'l magnify 17 I almost halt my sorrows are 'fore me 18 I will declare my sins and griefs to thee 19 But Enemies are lively war most strong And they are multitudes that do me wrong 20 And those that render ill for good to me They are my foes ' cause I delight in thee 21 Be thou not far from me nor me forsake 22 Thou God of my Salvation pitty take PSAL. XXXIX 1 I 'Le mind my ways least that I sin I said Open my mouth 'fore wicked I 'm afraid 2 Made dumb with silence so I held my peace Refrain'd good talk but sorrows did increase 3 Whil'st I was musing thus my inward flame Moved my tonge to burst into this same 4 Lord let me know my end and length of life How fraile I am for to conclude this strife 5 My life 's a Span mine age is nought 'fore thee An hand breadth lesse nothing but vanitie 6 Thus man turmoils himself in grief and pain Heaps riches up as shaddows finds all vain 7 Now Lord what wait I for my hope 's in thee 8 From all my sins and scorn of fools me free 9 Dumb ' cause thou didst it I resolv'd to be 10 Thy hand me slays thy stroke remove from me 11 When thou for sin rebukes man in a day His Beauty like a Moth doth fade away 12 Regard my tears O Lord and do me hear I stranger am as all my Fathers were 13 O spare me that I may get strength before I do depart from hence and be no more PSAL. XL. 1 I For the Lord did wait most patiently To me h' inclin'd an ear he heard my cry 2 From Pit of horror and from miry clay He pluck't my feet on Rock ' stablish't my way 3 To me he taught new Songs to praise his name Those that see it shall fear and do the same 4 The man is blest that maketh God his trust Respects not proud nor loveth the unjust 5 Much are thy thoughts and works toward us done They can be told or reckoned by none 6 Thou 'st g'ven me ears no sacrifice requir'd Sin and burnt offerings thou 'st not desir'd 7 Then said I lo I come to do thy will 8 Thy law writ in my heart for to fulfill 9 Taught of thy righteousness O God have I In Congregations great I 'le not deny 10 Nor I from them thy faithfull truth have hid Thy loving kindness still declare I did 11 Hold not thy tender mercies Lord me fro Thy faithfull loving kindness to me show 12 Innumerable ills do me confound Mine iniquities have beset me round In number they exceed th' hairs of my head Therefore my heart me fails I 'm almost dead 13 O Lord my God therefore let it please thee In haste to help and eke deliver me 14 Shame and confound those that seek my souls harm Destroy o'â—ethrow all such with thy strong arm 15 Let them be desolate reward of shame That scorning at me cry Ah here 's the game 16 While such as fear thee glad be and rejoyce And such as love thee magnifie their choice 17 Poor needy though I am God thinks on me He is my help deliver Lord haste thee PSAL. XLI 1 BLest man is he con-si-de-reth the poor The Lord delivers such from troubles sore 2 He 'l bless preserve keep him alive on earth Nor him give up to his foes will or mirth 3 When body 's sick the Lord 's his strengh and aide Yea his sick bed shall by his God be made 4 Then said I Lord be mercifull to me And heal my soul my sins they are ' gainst thee 5 My foes do evill speak of me and crie When shall we see him perish when 's Name die 6 If me he visit he speakes va-ni-tie His heart contracteth sin abroad he 'l lie 7 They that me hate me hurt and whisper still 8 He 'l now sure rise no more 's diseas'd so ill 9 Yea my familiar friend whom I did trust That ear my bread his heel against me thrust 10 But thou my Lord be mercifull to me And raise me to requite their crueltie 11 By this I find I am belov'd of thee When foes no cause have triumph over me 12 To fall from truth thou'lt me suffer never But set me still before thy face for ever 13 The Lord of Is-ra-el be prais'd therefore Amen Amen say I for evermore PSAL. XLII 1 AS chasted Hart desireth th' water foard My thirsty soul longs after thee O Lord. 2 My soul for God the living Lord thirsts still It would appear 'fore him to know his will 3 My teares have been my meat both night and day Whil'st where's thy God upbraidingly they say 4 My soul 's pour'd out when this I think upon For I with troops unto thy house have gon Ev'n with the Me-lo-die of joy and praise As multitudes to God keep Holy-dayes 5 Why then so sad my soul disquieting me Trust God his countenance shall set thee free 6 O Lord my soul doth faint to think upon The land of Jordan little hill Hermon 7 Each wave of troubles to me calls another No sooner 's one o're-past but falls the other 8 But thou'lt in day thy kindness shew to me And in the night thy song shall with me be 'T is thee Lord of my life that I will praise And eke my pray'r shall tend to thee alwayes 9 I 'le say My rock why forgettest thou me Why mourn I cause th' rage of mine enemie
that would me slay 2 Hide me from those that in deceit do lurk And eke from those iniquity that work 3 Who whet their tongues like as men whet their swords And bend their bows to shoot their bitter words 4 That they may hit in secret place the just They quickly shoot at him no God they trust 5 In wicked works they have decreed and say Let 's use deceit there 's none dare bid us nay 6 What way to hurt they muse within their heart What snares to use they all consult their part 7 But God will shoot at them and with them fight He shall them wound and put them all to flight 8 Their evill tongues shall work themselves such blame That who their faults see wonder at the same 9 All men that see of Gods great works shall tell And all his doings they shall know full well 10 The just shall trust in God and shall rejoyce So shall the pure in heart be glad in voyce PSAL. LXV 1 IN Sion Lord for thee e're waiteth praise And to thee I 'le perform my vow always 2 For that thou do'st unto my pray'rs agree All folk both far and near shall trust in thee 3 Iniquities ' gainst me prevail alway For my transgressions purge them all away 4 The man is blest thou takes i' th' Court to dwell With goodness of thine house it shall excell 5 Hear us O God our health from thee doth rise The hope of earth and of Sea coasts likewise 6 Which by his strength he makes the mountaines stand With strength they are beset and with thine hand 7 Which maketh boistrous Seas to be most still And governeth all tumults at his will 8 The folk that dwell on earth shall dread to see Thy signes the morn and noon shall e're praise thee 9 When th' earth is dry and thirsteth more and more Then with thy drops do thou encrease her store Thy floods do ever flow in ev'ry thing The seed and corn thou makest up to spring 10 Thou breaks her clods with wet her furrows fills Her fruits are blest thy drops on her distills 11 Thou deckst the earth with fair and pleasant crop Thy clouds of rain great plenty they do drop 12 Whereby the desert great increase shall bring Hills shall therein rejoyce and eke forth spring 13 The pastures flocks shall feed and cover th' earth Th' corn so encrease that men shall sing with mirth PSAL. LXVI 1 YE men make joyfull noise to God alwayes 2 Sing forth his Name and glorious make his praise 3 How great thou art in all thy works say ye Thy foes for fear ' gainst will they seek to thee 4 All earth shall sing unto thy holy Name I 'le worship thee my soul shall do the same â—Behold and see what things the Lord hath wrought Mark well what he for man to passe hath brought â—The Seas he dry'd therein a way they had They went on foot most dry their hearts were glad â—By pow'r he rules and eyes all men for ever Triumphing rebells he will not deliver â—Ye people bless the Lord our God always With joyfull voyce sing ye eke of his praise â—Who keeps our souls in life all by his love He looks t' our steps we shall not slip nor move â—0 Though like to silver Lord thou didst us try â—1 And broughtest grief on us that we should ly â—2 Though thou let men our heads o're ride and raign Though we through fire and water run for pain Yet sure I am thou didest it for best Thou brought'st us in a place of wealth and rest 13 Into thine house I 'le go and dayly pray There to apply my self my vows and pay 14 Which with my mouth I spake in all my smart And which I made in dolour of my heart 15 Burnt offrings I 'le give thee fat oxe and rams My sacrifice shall be of goats and lambs 16 Come forth and hear all ye that fear the Lord What for my soul he'th done I will record 17 Full oft to mind his goodness I do call I make great speed t' shew forth his praises all 18 If I in heart regard iniquity The Lord will never hear me when I cry 19 But verily the Lord hears my desire And grants me what of him I do require 20 Blessed be God who hears me when I pray His mercies from me he takes not away PSAL. LXVII 1 THe Lord in mercy grant to us his grace And cause on us to shine his glorious face 2 That all the folk on earth may know thy way And saving health ' mongst nations great I say 3 Let all the people praise thy holy Name And thee extoll my soul shall do the same 4 Let all the world rejoyce and sing with mirth For thou with truth and right dost guide the earth 5 Let all the people praise thine Holy Name And thee extol my soul shall do the same 6 Then shall the earth yeild forth her great encrease And then to bless us thou wilt never cease 7 God will us blesse and then both far and near Shall have great cause his holy Name to fear PSAL. LXVIII 1 GOds foes shall flee when that he doth arise And scattred shall be all his enemies 2 As fire melts wax and th' wind blows smoake away So in Gods presence th' wicked shall decay 3 But just men 'fore the Lord shall much rejoyce They shall be glad and chearfull in their voyce 4 Who rides on th' skies sing praises to his Name His Name is Jah let 's magnifie the same 5 He that 's above within his holy place Is Childrens Father judge of widdows case 6 Houses he gives unto the comfortlesse But rebells brings into a great distresse 7 When thou didst march th' Egyptians from among And brought'st thy folk through desart wide and long 8 He made it rain so fast the earth did quake His mighty presence made Mount Sion shake 9 Thou wash't thine heritage with store of rain When weary 't was thou didst with it remain 10 Thy chosen flock dwelt there and thou hast store Of goodness got for those which are thy poore 11 God gave the Word great company were those That set it forth for they of him were chose 12 Kings of great Armies fled apace with toil And she that staid at home shall part the spoil 13 Though ye'mong pots have lain y'out shine the dove Whose wings beneath like silver gold above 14 When in 't God scatted Kings both high and low It was like Salmon Hill as white as snow 15 Though Bashan be an hill both great and high Yet Sion doth it much exceed then why 16 Brag ye ye Hills to leap cease will ye never God Sion loves and there he 'l dwell for ever 17 His Armies thousands are of warriours strong He eke in Sinai is them all among 18 Thou 'st gone on high and captive led them all Which long since kept his chosen ones in thrall Thou 'st gifts receiv'd and
he that did rebell Thou did'st subdue that he with thee might dwell 19 Blessed be God who pours on us his grace From day to day he 's God of our Solace 20 He 's God alone who 's our Salvation ever And who from grief and pain doth us deliver 21 But God shall wound the head of 's enemies And th' hairy scalp of those that ill devise 22 From Bashan I he said my folk will bring From depth of Seas and from the liquid spring 23 Their feet shall dip in th' blood of those my Name That hate th' tongues of their dogs shall do the same 24 They 've seen how thou dost all thy foes deface And how thou go'st into thine holy place 25 Singers the Van lead Minsterells the reare Damsels in midsts of Timbrills playing were 26 Let Israel's Congregation praise the Lord Let Jacobs seed do th' like with one accord 27 Their chief was Ben. But Juda made the hosts With Zebulun Napthali in their coasts 28 As God hath giv'n the pow'r so Lord command The thing in us thou 'st wrought ever to stand 29 Thy temple in gifts give the Lord will we Kings at Je-ru-sa-lem give praise to thee 30 Rebuke great spear-men that prize war not peace As Bulls and Calves their tumults cause to cease Till they submit and tribute to thee yeeld Scatter thou them and make them quit the field 31 Princes from Egypt then shall come to see And Ethiopia stretch her hand to thee 32 Ye Kingdomes of the Earth sing to the Lord And to our God all praises due afford 33 To him that rides upon the Heavens high That was of old his voice doth peirce the skie 34 All strength to God ascribe praise him aloud His strength mounts Is-ra-el and 's o're the cloud 35 O God thy holiness is dread e're more Jacobs God gives us strength praise him therefore PSAL. LXIX SAVe me O God lest waters me o're spread So nigh my soul they come I 'm fore afraid 2 I stick in mire and almost drowned be I feel no ground the seas so o're flow me 3 With crying oft I faint my throat is drie Mine eyes me fail while I look God on high 4 My foes that hurt my soul with hate are led In number they surmount th' haires of my head They vex me causlesse prosper and are glad And make me give the things that I ne're had 5 O Lord thou know'st the foolishnesse of me Nor are my iniquities hid from thee 6 Let none that seek and wait on thee have shame 7 Because I 've born reproach that bears thy Name 8 Unto my brethren stranger I became And to Mothers son I alien am 9 For th' zeal to thee I bear they fall on me I grieve to hear their checks and taunts at thee 10 I wept chastned my soul with fast yet they To give me great reproach do not delay 11 Of sackcloth also I my garment made As of a Proverb so of me they said 12 They speak ' gainst me that sit within the Gate And drunkards frequently of me do prate 13 Lord then I pray that when it pleaseth thee Thou wilt alway send down thine aide to me 14 Let me not sinck but from the mire me keep From enemies and from the waters deep 15 Lest with the waves the depth should me devour And that the pit should shut me in her power 16 O Lord to me give ear for thou' rt most kind As thou art mercifull have me in mind 17 Hide not thy face from me O Lord for I In trouble am but answer speedily 18 Redeem my soul O Lord do thou draw nigh And me deliver from mine enemy 19 Thou know'st what shame and troubles fall on me For all mine enemies before thee be 20 Reproach and heaviness my heart have broke I look't for pity but none eas'd the stroke 21 And in my meat they also gave me gall When thirst they gave me Vinegar withall 22 Lord make their table then become a snare That prove their trap where they thought well to fare 23 Blind thou their eyes that they may never see And to themselves a terrour let them be 24 Thy wrath and indignation on them pour In thy displeasure cease on them each hour 25 Let thou their dwelling place be desolate Let none dwell in their tents but all them hate 26 Where thou dost smite they wound without relief Whom thou dost wound they still augment their grief 27 Adde sin unto their sin nor let them come 28 Into thine own account or th' righteous sum 29 But poor O God and sorrowfull am I Let thy salvation set me up on high 30 Then with a song I 'le praise thy holy Name And with thanksgiving magnifie the same 31 This Offering far please thee better shall Then either Ox or Bullock from the stall 32 The humble shall see this also the meek Your hearts shall live which after God do seek 33 He hears the poor nor pris'ners doth despise 34 Earth Seas him praise and all above the skies 35 He 'l Juda's City build and Sion save Much people there their dwelling place shall have 36 Seed of his servants there inherit shall Who loves his Name shall it possesse withall PSAL. LXX 1 MAke haste O God make haste me to deliver Make haste to help me thou' rt my God for ever 2 Put them to shame which do my soul pursue Put them to flight that seek to make me rue 3 For a reward of shame turn them away That scornfully at me do cry Aha 4 Let all those that thee seek be glad rejoyce Such as thee love thee magnifie in voyce 5 But I poor needy am deliver me Thou art my help Lord therefore set me free PSAL. LXXI 1 O Lord my God I trust in thy great Name Let me therefore never be put to shame 2 And in thy righteousness deliver me Incline thine ear and also set me free 3 Be thou my rock to whom resort I may Thou said'st thou would'st my fortresse be alway 4 From th' wicked's hands O Lord deliver me And from those hands that work iniquitie 5 Thou art my hope in whom I dayly trust Ev'n from my youth to thee I had a lust 6 Thou hast me kept e're since that I was born Therefore I 'le praise thee evening and morn 7 As to a wonder folk to me do throng But thou to me O Lord art refuge strong 8 Let thou my mouth be filled with thy praise And of thine honour let me talk alwayes 9 Refuse me not when age my limbs doth take Though strength me fail do not my soul forsake 10 For all my foes would take me through deceit And they that for my soul do dayly wait 11 Say God's forsook him let 's him threaten ever For there is none that now can him deliver 12 O Lord thou need ne're absent from me be But in great haste do thou give help to me 13 Confound my foes and make them all
10 My foes reproach to me is as a sword Whil'st they thus say to me where is thy Lord 11 So sad my soul why art dis-qui-e-ted Trust still in God it shall be re-med'ed For I shall yet have cause to give him praise Who is my help and so hath been alwayes PSAL. XLIII 1 LOrd judge and plead my cause ' gainst men unjust From such alone me keep thou art my trust 2 Thou 'rt God of my strength why dost cast off me Why do I mourn cause of mine enemie 3 Thy light and truth send out to be my guide That I may tread thy paths not step aside 4 I 'le go to God then in exceeding joy And on my harp O God thee praise will I. 5 Why art so sad my soul me wearying Trust thou in God he shall thee freedom bring For I to God will alwayes give thee praise Who now 's my health and hath been all my dayes PSAL. XLIV 1 WE 've heard O God our Fathers eke us told What in their dayes thou did'st in times of old 2 How thou drov'st out the heathen with thine hand Planting our fathers in the peoples land 3 They got not by their sword or strength but by The Arm and Grace of him who is most high 4 Thou art my King help Jacob sundry wise 5 And through thy strength we 'l slay those ' gainst us rise 6 I 'le not trust bow nor can my sword me save 7 Thou keepest us from foes put'st them in grave 8 In God we boast and praise his Name for ever 9 Yet he rejects and doth not us deliver 10 Thou madest us before our foes to flee And spoild'st our goods even for our enemie 11 Thou 'st given us up like sheep ordain'd for meat Us set 'fore Heathen that they might us eat 12 Thou 'st sold thy people as a thing worth nought No gain or profit thou thereby hast sought 13 To friends thou makest us a laughing-stock Those that are round about us at us mock 14 A by-word ' mongst heathen they me do make When they me see their heads at me they shake 15 I shamed am to hear those wicked men And blush my face with red is cov'red then 16 For why we heard such blasphemies and lyes That death it is to hear their wrongs or cries 17 This falls on us yet we ne'r forget thee Nor falsly break thy Covenant did we 18 Our hearts are not turn'd back neither I say Have our steeps declined from thy way 19 Thou 'st trod me down in place where Dragons be Nor from the shade of death hast set me free 20 If we forget God and an Idol chuse 21 Thou know'st our thoughts us justly maist refuse 22 Thus all day long weâ—r killed for thy sake As sheep for slaughter enemies us take 23 Sleep not O Lord therefore but wake arise And cast us not for ever from thine eyes 24 Wherefore dost hide thy face from us or why Dost us forget in our great misery 25 Our soul 's bow'd down our belly cleaves to dust 26 For thine own sake us help in thee we trust PSAL. XLV 1 MY heart good matters of the King indites My tongue 's the peen and readily it writes 2 Thy gracious lips and beauty men exceeds God therefore blesseth thee in all thy deeds 3 Most mighty God thy sword gird on thy thigh With thy great glory and thy majesty 4 Triumphant ride with truth meekness and right Thine hand thee teach matters of dreadful might 5 Thy darts most keen i' th hearts of th' Kings foes be Whereby the people fall and worship thee 6 The Throne O God of truth is thine therefore Thy Scepter shall endure for evermore 7 Thou lov'st the good but still the evill hates God thee anoints with gladness 'bove thy mates 8 Thy vesture's rich perfum'd in which thou' rt clad Iv'ry thy Palace is to make thee glad 9 Kings Daughters thine attendants there were seen At thy right hand standeth the glo-rious Queen 10 Daughter hearken and con-si-der well Forsake thy fathers house where thou did'st dwell 11 So shall thy beauty greatly please the King He is thy God him worship in each thing 12 Then shall his Daughter gifts to thee present Th'rich seek thy favour with their whole intent 13 Most rich within 's the Daughter of the King Like burnish't gold of Ophyr's her cloathing 14 Thus comes She to the King in Robes all wrought And Virgins her com-pa-ni-ons shall be brought 15 With gladness and rejoycing on each side Into the Kings great Pallace to abide 16 Instead of Parents lost O Queen thou 'lt see Thy Sons to reign on earth and Princes be 17 Lord ever shall remembred be thy Name And eke all ages shall adore the same PSAL. XLVI 1 THe Lords our refuge strength in time of grief A very present help to give relief 2 Then fear not though Earth move and Mountains great Be tost into the Sea as to their seat 3 Though that her waters troubled be and roar Though Mountains shake eke at her swething o're 4 For there 's a River streams whereof make glad Gods City Holy Place none need be sad 5 He 's in the midst of her nought move her shall God is her help when e're on him she 'l call 6 The waters raged Kingdomes moved were God uttereth his voice they melt with fear 7 The Lord of Hosts is with us for he still Our refuge is defends us from all ill 8 Behold here what great works the Lord hath wrought The earths in-ha-bi-tants he brings to nought 9 Her wars make cease and break her Spears in sunder The Charriots burns thus are they all brought under 10 Be silent know I'm God and 't is my will O're heathen folk to be exalted still 11 The Lord of Hosts is with us and 't is he Will be our refuge in extremitie PSAL. XLVII 1 O Clap your hands all people and rejoyce Shout unto God with a triumphing voyce 2 For High is God and dreadfull are his deeds He 's great on earth there 's none that him exceeds 3 He shall subdue the folk under us all And Nations cause under our feet to fall 4 He our in-he-ri-tance for us shall chuse Jacobs excellency he 'l not refuse 5 God with a shout ascended up on high With trumpets sound he entereth the Skie 6 Sing praises unto God and to our King 7 He rules the earth all praises to him sing 8 He rules o're Heathen and sits in his throne 9 The Princes of the people joyn'd each one To Abâ—aâ—â—s God who is exalted high That he might keep them safe continually PSAL. XLVIII 1 GReat is the Lord greatly to be prais'd still In City of our God on 's Holy Hill 2 Mount Sion is the joy of all the Lands The Kings great City on the North side stands 3 God's in her Pallaces a refuge known 4 For lo the Kings assembled were each one 5 They saw it and with wonder fil'd
pray 5 Thou givest them both bread and tears to eat Yea tears they drink in measure full and great 6 Thou mak'st us strife to those that round us be And we are laught at by our enemie 7 Turn us again thy face to shine cause thee On us and then we shall in safety be 8 From Egypt thou O Lord a vine brought hast Thou 'st planted it and out the Heathen cast 9 Thou didst prepare a place and set it fast And it grew great and fil'd the earth at last 10 Hills covered were with shade that from it came And Cedars strong with branches of the same 11 Unto the Sea her boughs so big she sent And eke her branches to the River went 12 And broken down her hedges then why ha'st That all which passe thereby may make it waste 13 The Boar out of the wood wastes it each hour And wild beasts of the field do it devour 14 O Lord of Hosts from Heaven look again We thee beseech and this thy vine sustain 15 Thy plant I say whom thy right hand hath set Support alway and do not it forget 16 They cut it down and eke it burn with fire And we all perish through thy frowning ire 17 Let thy right hand them keep thou keep'st so long And with his Son whom thou hast made so strong 18 So will we not at all go back from thee Us quicken and call on thy Name will we 19 Turn us again thy face to shine cause thee On us and then we shall in safety be PSAL. LXXXI 1 SIng to the Lord our strength with pleasant voice To Jacobs God and eke in him rejoyce 2 Sing Psalmes prepare your instruments most meet And eke strike up of ev'ry string most sweet 3 Blow up your Trumpet in th' new moon I say In th' time appointed on our solemn day 4 For this a statute is to Is-ra-el A Vow which Jacobs God did make full well 5 With Joseph this was made when that he came From Egypt that his seed might do the same When God prepar'd to bring him from that land Whereas that speech he did not understand 6 I from his shoulders th' burden took away And set him free from burning brick of clay 7 When thou in grief did'st call to me and cry I answer'd thee in thunder secretly At th' waters of discord I did thee prove Whereas Gods grace with mutt'ring thou didst move 8 Here O my folk to you I 'le testifie O Israel if thou'lt hearken unto me 9 Thou 'st serve no strange God in the land abroad Nor shalt thou serve a strange or forrain God 10 From Egypt I thy God did set thee free Then ask me much and I will give it thee 11 But my folk would not hearken to my voice Neither would Is-ra-el in me rejoyce 12 So I them gave unto their lusts and will And let them walk in their own counsel still 13 O that my folk had heard me all their dayes And Is-ra-el had walked in my wayes 14 I soon should have subdu'd their enemy And turn'd my hand ' gainst their adversary 15 Who hate the Lord submit t' him should be sure And then they all for ever should endure 16 He would them feed ev'n with the finest wheat And hony from the rock they all should eat PSAL. LXXXII 1 ' MOngst men of might the Lord our God doth stand To plead the truth with Judges of the Land 2 How long will ye in wickedness proceed And eke accept of wicked men indeed 3 The poor and fatherless do thou defend To th' needy and afflicted justice send 4 The poor and needy man do thou deliver And rid him from the wickeds hands for ever 5 They nothing know nor will they understand Th' in darkeness walk no curse is on the Land 6 The Lords above ye are ev'n Gods I 've said All of you are the Sons of your great aid 7 But ye shall dye like men and so decay I 'le all of you destroy and pluck away 8 Up therefore Lord judge th' world with all thy might And eke all Nations take as thine own right PSAL. LXXXIII 1 O Lord my God do not refrain thy tongue Hold not thy peace nor silent be too long 2 Behold thy foes see how they rage and cry And those that hate thee hold their heads on high 3 Thy folk ' gainst they consult and use deceit Eke for thy hidden ones they lie and wait 4 They 've said from be-ing great let 's stroy the same That we no more may think on Israels Name 5 For they 've consulted all with one consent And eke ' gainst thee their wickedness is bent 6 The tents of Edom and the Ismalites The Hagarens and eke the Moabites 7 Gebal Ammon and Amalek conspire Th' Philistines ' gainst thee rise with those at Tire 8 And Ashur eke with them in league will be He 'l also help Lot and 's posteritie 9 As thou serv'dst th' Midianites serve them each one As to Siser Jabin at th' brook Kison 10 Whom thou in Endor Lord didst slay by night That they like dung lay open in thy sight 11 Their Nobles make like Orch Ze-eb yea Their Lords as Zebah and as Zalmunna 12 Who said let all of us throughout the Land God's houses fair receive into our hand 13 Make them O God like wheeles that cannot stay Or like the chaff which windes do blow away 14 As fire that burns the woods both far and nigh And eke as flames that hills consume most high 15 So let thy tempest Lord on them be laid And let thy windy storms make them afraid 16 And eke their faces all fill full of shame That they O Lord may seek thy holy Name 17 Let them be troubled all for thee therefore Let them be put to shame for ever-more 18 That men may know Gods Name Jehovah is That he 's most high and that the earth is his PSAL. LXXXIV 1 O Lord how pleasant is thy dwelling place And eke the tabernacles of thy grace 2 My soul doth long Gods courts on high to see And for the living Lord my heart shall be 3 The sparrows find out room where they may rest And swallowes for their young do get a nest Thine Altar by these birds may sit and sing O Lord of Hosts thou art my God and King 4 Blessed are they in house that dwell with thee They praising of thy Name shall ever be 5 Who put their strength in thee blessed are they In heart who seek unto thine house the way 6 Passing through Ba-ca's vaile they wells dig still They look like springs for thou their pits dost fill 7 From strength to strength they go faintnesse sha'nt be The God of Gods in Sion they do see 8 O Lord of Hosts heare me that to thee pray And Jacobs God give ear to me alway 9 O God our shield behold us with thy grace And look upon thine own anointed's face 10 I 'le rather in thy
subjection also 43 They still provok't he oft-times set them free But were brought low for their iniquitie 44 Yet when they were in much extremity He them regarded and did hear their cry 45 He call'd to minde what he to them had swore And he for them repented much therefore 46 He also those to pitty them made glad That carried them when they were captives led 47 Save us O Lord our God to thee we pray From Heathen folk eke gather us alway That we may thanks give to thine Holy Name That in thy Praise we may adore the same 48 Blest be the God of Is-ra-el for ay Praise ye the Lord. Amen let all men say PSAL. CVII 1 GIve thanks to God for he is good alway His mercy doth endure both now and ay 2 Th' redeemed of the Lord let him say so Whom he hath kept from the hand of their great foe 3 And gath'red them out of the lands from th' East From the North from th' South yea even from the west 4 They wandered in Solitary way No City they did find where they could stay 5 Hungry and thirsty th' were ' cause they did want Their Soul within them also it did pant 6 Their trouble in to God they all did cry He them set free from their extremity 7 And he them led forth e-ven by th' right way That they might go to the place where they might stay 8 O that men would unto the Lord give praise His goodness for unto poor Souls alwayes 9 The longing Soul he satisfieth at will The hungry Soul with goodness he doth fill 10 Such as be in the depths of darkness found Affliction in most toilsome being bound 11 ' Cause they Rebel'd ' gainst Gods great Majesty And eke contemn'd the Counsel of th' most High 12 Therefore he brought the hearts down of each one They all fell down to help them there was none 13 Their trouble in to God they all did cry He saved them from all their misery 14 From darkness he them brought for his own sake Their bands in sunder eke for them he break 15 O that men would unto the Lord give praise His goodnesse for unto poor Souls alwayes 16 For he the great strong Gates of Brass hath broke And cleft the Iron Barrs ev'n at one stroke 17 Fools for their sins do feel much misery Th' afflicted are for their iniquity 18 Their Soul all manner of good meat doth hate And they draw neer e-ven unto Deaths Gate 19 Their trouble in to God they all did cry He saved them from their great misery 20 He sent his Word and them did heal with joy He them set free from those would them destroy 21 O that men would unto the Lord give praise His goodness for unto poor Souls alwayes 22 And let them sacrifice with thankfull voyce His wondrous workes declare and so rejoyce 23 Such as in Ships into the Sea descend Their merchandise through fearfull floods to end 24 The workes of God the Lord these men do see His wonders eke where deepest waters be 25 For he commands the stormy windes obey And lifteth up the waves thereof I say 26 To th' skies they mount to th' depths they fall again Their soul is melted ' cause of their great pain 27 They stagger much they reel both to and fro They 're almost mad like drunken men they go 28 Then in their pain to God they all did cry He saved them from their great misery 29 He makes the storm a calm ev'n at his will So that the waves thereof which rag'd are still 30 They 're glad when rest is come which they did crave And are brought to that place which they would have 31 O that men would unto the Lord give praise His goodness for unto poor souls alwayes 32 Let them the folk ' mongst praise his holy Name Where elders be let them eke do the same 33 He rivers makes like deserts to be found And water-springs he turns into dry ground 34 A fruitfull Land full barren he doth make Of wicked men revenge he doth then take 35 He deserts turns to water that doth stand And into water-springs he turns dry land 36 There he makes dwell those that most hungry are That for their use a Town they might prepare 37 And Vineyard plant and sow good seed in field Of their increase which pleasant fruit may yeeld 38 He blessed them they multiply'd in peace He suff'red not their Cattel to decrease 39 Again they minish't are and brought full low Oppression through affliction and sorrow 40 He puts contempt on Kings makes them to stray In wilderness where that there is no way 41 But yet the poor he brings from troubles deep And oft augments their train like flocks of sheep 42 The man that 's just shall see it and rejoyce And all iniquity shall stop her voyce 43 Who so is wise and will these things record Such shall perceive the kindness of the Lord. PSAL. CVIII 1 O God my heart is fixt I 'le sing alwayes Ev'n with my glory and thee give due praise 2 Awake my harp sweet melody to make And I my self right early will awake 3 O Lord 'mong people thou shalt praised be 'Mong Nations great thou shall be prais'd by me 4 Thy mercy for is much 'bove th' heavens high Thy truth doth reach beyond the cloudy skie 5 'Bove Heavens high exalt thy self O God On earth display thy Glory all abroad 6 So that thy might may keep such as thee fear That they may have thy help this from me hear 7 I will rejoyce God spoke in 's holy place Sichem and Succoths I 'le divide by pace 8 Gilead is mine Manasses mine beside Ephraim's my head my law doth Juda guide 9 In Mo'b I 'le wash o're Edom make shoe flee Philistine triumph thou because of me 10 Who will me bring into the City strong To Edom guide lest that I should go wrong 11 Wilt not thou which hast left us and our coasts And would'st not take into thy care our hosts 12 Give us thy help from those that us disdain The help that man can give us is but vain 13 Through God our Lord we shall do valiantly 'T is he alone treads down our enemy PSAL. CIX 1 O Lord my God hold not thy tongue alwayes Ev'n thou that art the God of all my praise 2 Th' mouth of the wicked out ' gainst me is broke With lying tongue they have against me spoke 3 With hatred they me compassed about And eke against me fought a cause without 4 My love for they my adversaries are But I do dayly give my self to pray'r 5 They eke have ill for good rewarded me And for my love they all most hatefull be 6 A wicked man o're him set eke let stand The dreadfull Satan ev'n at his right hand 7 When he is judg'd let him condemned be And let his pray'r become iniquity 8 Let 's dayes be few let others take his place 9
trouble them and say Yet have I set my King on Sion he My will declares and also my decree For in this wise the Lord to me did say Thou art my Son whom I begot this day The heathen I 'le thee give at thy request So shall all Nations be by thee possest Then shalt thou break them with an Iron rod And as a Potters sherd they shall be trod â—0 Be wise therefore I say O Kings and hear â—1 Serve ye the Lord with trembling and with fear 12 See that ye kiss and eke embrace his Son Lest in mid-way ye perish e'r't be done When that his wrath is kindled ne're so small Blessed are they make him their all in all PSAL. III. 1 HOw are my foes increast that vex me sore 2 O Lord they say thou can'st not me restore 3 But thou O Lord shalt be to me instead Of Shield and Glory thou lifts up my head 4 I cry'd to God from Sion he did hear 5 I lay and slept secured in his fear 6 Ten thousand folkes shalt not make me afraid The Lord he is my God and eke mine aid 7 Save me therefore O Lord to thee I seek And smite mine Enemies upon the cheek 8 Salvation doth belong to God above Who doth bestow upon his Saints his love PSAL. IV. 1 O Lord my God give ear unto my call Who didst me free when I was worst of all Have mercy on me Lord grant my request For unto thee to cry I will not rest 2 O mortal men how long will ye despise My Glory me and follow after lies 3 Know ye that godly men the Lord doth chuse If I complain he will me not refuse 4 Sin not therefore examine well your heart And try if you can you your selves convert 5 Offer to God the Sacrifice therefore Of righteousness and trust him evermore 6 The proudest men do worldly things embrace But Lord grant us thy favour and thy grace 7 For thou thereby shall make my heart the more Rejoyce then those that get their corn in store 8 I therefore will lye down and sleep in peace For thou to do me good wilt never cease PSAL. V. 1 GIve ear unto my words O Lord and hear 2 My cry O Lord my God and eke my prayer 3 Hear me betimes O Lord and not stay For to thee only will I dayly pray 4 Through patience I will trust in God alone For wickednesse with him there dwelleth none 5 The foolish shall not stand in the Lords sight Neither shall those that do not walk upright 6 Thou shalt destroy those that do lying use The bloody man thou also wilt refuse 7 Therefore I 'le come trusting upon thy grace Unto thy house and to thy holy place 8 Lord lead me in thy righteousness my foes For to destroy and eke thy face disclose 9 For in their mouths there is no truth their throat 's An open Sepulchre their tongues are floates 10 Destroy their false conspiracies to nought And them which also have rebellion wrought 11 But those that put their trust in thee alwayes Rejoyce for their defence and give thee praise 12 For thou wilt e're the Saints encrease and still Like as a Shield protect them from all ill PSAL. VI. 1 LOrd in thy wrath rebuke me not for I Can never prosper in such misery 2 For I am weak O Lord therefore forbear To slay me for my bones are vext with fear 3 My Soul O Lord is also vex't full sore But Lord how long e're thou wilt me restore 4 Return unto my soul O Lord and take It up unto thy felf for thy Name sake 5 For no dead men remembrance on thee have Neither have those that goe into the grave 6 So grievous is my moane such are my feares That all the Night I fill my bed with tears 7 Mine eyes with griefe do now begin to fade Against mine enemies Lord be thou mine aid 8 Ye workers of iniquity depart The Lord hath heard the voyce of my sad heart 9 He also heard my prayer and my request And did more for me then can be exprest 10 And those my foes that vexed me before Lord put them now to shame and vex them sore PSAL. VII 1 O Lord my God I put my trust in thee Save me from foes and eke deliver me 2 Lest like a Lyon they my soul do tear Which makes me daily full of dread and fear 3 O God if I have done what is not right Or that I be found guilty in thy sight 4 Or if my quiet neighbour did molest Or did not save my foe with bondage prest 5 Then let my foes pursue my soul and thrust My life to earth mine honour to the dust 6 Rise up therefore and put my foes to pain And then give ease to me which wrong sustain 7 Then shall great Nations know that by this thing Thou art their onely God and eke their King 8 And as thou judgest all so Lord judge me According to mine own integritie 9 Lord cease from wicked men be thou the guide Of Saints for by thee their own hearts are try'd 10 From God comes my defence who saves th' upright 11 Both Saints and Sinners daily feel his might 12 Except he change his mind he will make fit His Sword he bends his bow looks where to hit 13 He hath prepar'd his Darts they will not stay But those which are his Enemies they 'l slay 14 Lo though they for their evill deeds contend In travell they will quickly come to end 15 They dig a pit thinking therein to set Their brother but are caught in their own Net 16 Which wrong return'd to him in whom it bred And what mischiefe he wrought fell on his head 17 I will therefore give thanks to God on high And sing to him that judgeth righteously PSAL. VIII 1 O Lord how wonderfull thy works appear The fame thereof surmounts the heavens clear 2 Out of the mouth of babes strength thou hast made That they might make thine Enemies afraid 3 And when the heavens and thy works I see The Sun and Moon and all in their degree 4 Lord what is man I think that thou dost eye Both him and his wretched posterity 5 For thou hast made him also in degree Most like to Angells in their dignitie 6 Thou hast preferr'd him to be Lord of all Thy workes and that they should unto him fall 7 As Sheep Oxen all beasts in field that feed 8 Birds in the air and Fish in Sea that breed 9 Therefore will I say once again what fame Is to be given to thy glorious Name PSAL. IX 1 MY heart O Lord shall praise thy Holy Name And shall shew forth thy works of wondrous fame 2 I will be glad and eke in thee rejoyce I will sing praise to thee Lord heare my voyce 3 When thou shalt make my foes to flee from hence They shall all perish by omnipotence 4 Thou hast maintain'd my cause all with
thy might Thou sat'st in throne to judge for me most right 5 Thou didst confound the heathen people so That the remembrance of them none shall know 6 Thou hast made quick dispatch with all my foes Thou 'st burnt their town and caus'd their fame to close 7 But God for ever is and he will be In seat of Judgement and true equitie 8 With Justice he will keep and guide all those That are unto his people friends not foes 9 He also will to those that are opprest In time of need be their defence and rest 10 And they that know thy Name shall trust in thee For their own safety and deliverie 11 Sing Psalms to God that doth in Sion dwell And of his noble Acts all Nations tell 12 For he is mindfull of the blood of such As be opprest remembring th' humble much 13 Have mercy on me Lord my foes me hate 'T is thee alone can keep me from deaths Gate 14 I will in Sion then shew forth thy praise And much rejoyce in thee alone alwayes 15 The Heathen are sunck down into the pit Which they for others ever did make fit 16 The Lord is known by his most just commands But wicked men are snar'd by their own hands 17 The wicked shall be turned into Hell But pious men with God shall ever dwell 18 Neither will God the needy man forget But in far better state he will him set 19 Arise O Lord lest worldlings with their might Prevaile therefore Lord judge them in thy sight 10 Put them in fear O Lord of thee and then They may well know they are not Gods but men PSAL. X. 1 WHy keepest thou so far from us or why hides thou thy face in our extremity 2 The wicked's pride doth persecute the poor But Lord do thou destroy the evill doer 3 For in the lust of his own heart he doth Delight he hates the poor he loveth sloth 4 The wicked through his pride doth wrong his soul In thinking thou his deeds would not controul 5 Because he prospers he still follows lies Neglects thy Laws puffs at his Enemies 6 He saith in his heart I never then shall be Changed nor come into adversitie 7 But in his mouth deceit and fraud doth dwell Under his tongue breeds vanity and Hell 8 He lies in holes the innocent to slay And such as come thereby he makes away 9 He like a Lion lurking in his Den To see if he can snare poor simple men 10 He croucheth down most craftily alway To make poor needy harmlesse ones his prey 11 Thus saith he in his heart God doth forget He doth not mind whom I catch in my Net 12 Rise up O Lord therefore and do not rest From looking to the humble and th' opprest 13 Why let'st thou wicked men thy Laws despise They scoff at thee and evill do devise 14 Thou see-est their deceit thou understands The fatherlesse are left unto their hands 13 Lord breake the armes of wicked men that so Both they and theirs into the pit may go 16 The Lord is King and by his powerfull hand He shall destroy the Heathen from his Land 17 Lord thou hast heard the humble mans request And what is fittest for him thou knowes best 18 Lord judge the poor and help them to their right Which was took from them by the worldlings might PSAL. XI 1 I Put my trust in God what is your will To say flee as a Bird unto your Hill 2 For lo the wicked bend their bow their art Is primely t' insnare th' upright in heart 3 The worlds foundations shall all come to nought But righteous men have never evill wrought 4 And God which is most holy and and most high Doth look at all men in his Majesty 5 He doth in godly men take much delight But punish such as doth his word despite 6 Upon the wicked he will brimstone rain They shall all perish there shall none remain 7 So that ye see his justice doth delight In holynesse h'embraceth the upright PSAL. XII 1 HElp Lord for godly men do now decay Both truth and faith from sinners passe away 2 Their words are vanity or like a bubble Their lips do flatter and their hearts are double 3 The Lord will cut off such as not refuse Their flatterings but still do lying use 4 For they have said our lips they are our own We will prevail over us there is none 5 But for the needy's sake God will arise And save the poor from all his Enemies 6 Gods words are pure as Silver they are try'd They are like Gold seven times purify'd 7 And since thy promise is to help Lord then Do thou us help from this ill kind of men 8 Lord if thou leave sinners on every side Their wickednesse will spread the world so wide PSAL. XIII 1 HOw long wilt thou forget me Lord or why Hides thou thy self in my necessity 2 In heart how long shall I tormented be And how long shall my foes triumph o're me 3 O Lord my God consider me opprest Lest with mine eyes of death I be possest 4 Lest that mine enemies of me should say We have prevailed and made him our prey 5 But from thee and thy mercies I have made My heart full merry and my soul full glad 6 I will sing praises to the Lord for he Hath alwayes bountifully dealt with me PSAL. VX 1 THE Fool saith in his heart there is no God But Lord do thou correct him with thy Rod. 2 The Lord from heaven look't upon mankind To see who lov'd him but he none could find 3 They are all gone aside they are become Like dust upon the earth or filthy scum 4 What are none good do all work mischief still Eating thy people rejecting thy will 5 Whil'st they thus rage they shall have dread for why God to the righteous race is very nigh 6 Ye strive to shame the poor because they call Upon the Lord and make him all in all 7 But who shall hear thy people unlesse thou Perform thy promise to Isra-el now 8 When thou brings back those that were captive led Then Jacob shall rejoyce Israel be glad PSAL. XV. 1 LORD who shall in thy Tabernacle dwell Or who shall live in thy most holy Hill 2 The man that walks uprightly and whose facts Declare him to be just in all his acts 3 He that backbiteth nor nor worketh ill Unto's neighbour nor of him lies doth tell 4 That hates the vile and honoureth the just His promise is most true perform 't he must 5 Who puts not coyn to use nor ever took Reward ' gainst Saints he never shall be shook PSAL. XVI 1 IN thee I put my trust deliver me 2 Thou art my God my goodness can't reach thee 3 But to the Saints that on the earth do live And to the faithfull I my goods do give Their griefes shall many be who make not God Their Lord they shall be scourg'd with iron rod.