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Samuelis primitæ: or, an essay towards a metrical version of the whole book of Psalmes Composed, when attended with the disadvantagious circumstances of youth, and sickness. By Samuel Leigh.; Bible. O.T. Psalms. English. Miscellaneous metrical versions.
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Leigh, Samuel, fl. 1686.
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Wing B2473A; ESTC R230148
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were they They troubled were and hasted fast away 6 Great terrour on them fell which made them look As women do in travell that are took 7 And with an eastern wind Lord thou hast broke The Ships of Tarshish with a heavy stroke 8 As we have heard we 've seen Lord thou wilt never Thy City leave but ' stablish it for ever 9 Lord of thy loving kindness we have thought As midst thy temple where thou us hast taught 10 Like to thy Name for ever is thy praise In righteousness thy right hand acts always 11 Let Sions mount and Judah praises sing ' Cause of the righteous judgements of their King 12 Round Sion walk do thou Her Towers count That thou maist know t' how many they amount 13 Her Bullwarks and her Courts consider well That following generations thou maist tell 14 For this God evermore our God is he And he our guide even unto death shall be PSAL. XLIX 1 ALL people in the earth of this consider 2 Both high and low both rich and poor together 3 For why my mouth of wisdom it shall speake And eke my heart in t ' understanding breake 4 To parables incline mine ear I will And open my dark Speech on Harp with skill 5 In evill dayes then wherefore should I feare When 'bout my feet mine iniquities were 6 They that in multitudes of wealth trust most And in themselves do of their riches boast 7 There is not one of them that that can redeem His brother or give God fit price for him 8 'T is too great price to pay none it can have 9 That he should longer live not go to grave 10 He Wise and Fools sees subject to th' event Of death when dead strangers possesse their rent 11 They think their houses stand for ever shall Therefore their Lands after their names they call 12 Yet shall not man in honour alwayes stay But like the beasts soon perish and decay 13 And this their way their folly is and yet Posterity of what they say think fit 14 Death on them feeds like Sheep they lye in grave Their beauties fade the just rule o're them have 15 But God he will redeem my Soul from pain And to himself he 'l me receive again 16 Fear not when mans great riches doth increase 17 They 'l all forsake him when he doth decease 18 Yet living he doth blesse himself in 's deeds Whilst others likewise him with flatt'ry feeds 19 Be gath'red to his people then he must Light never more to see but sleep in dust 20 Man in 's honour and knows not how 't increast May be compar'd to the de-cay-ing beast PSAL. L. 1 THE mighty God ev'n all the world doth call From th' rising of the Sun unto its fall 2 And out of Sion which God loveth best He will perfection shine above the rest 2 Devouring fire 'fore him you may see And round 'bout him it shall tempestious be 4 To earth and heaven 'bove then call shall he That he may judge his folk in equitie 5 Thy Saints together to me gather now Those that are mine by Sacrifice and vow 6 The heavens shall his righteousness declare For by himself all Creatures judged are 7 Hearken my people and Israel to me I 'm God thy God I testifie to thee 8 I blame thee not for want of sacrifice Or daily offrings before mine eyes 9 Bullock or Goat I need not take that 's thine 10 For all the beast on thousand hills are mine 11 All fowls on mountaines they by me are known All beast in field that feed eke be mine own 12 I would not tell thee though I hungry were The world is mine and all the fulness there 13 Eat flesh of Bulls drink blood of Goats will I 14 Offer thanksgiving pay thy vows on high 15 Then call on me in troubles when ye be And I will help then glorifie thou me 16 To wicked men saith God how is' t you dare My words take in your mouth Statutes declare 17 Since me and mine instruction thou dost hate My word behind thee casts as out of date 81 For when thou saw'st a thief thou with him went And with Adulterers gav'st thy consent 19 Thou giv'st thy mouth to ill art void of shame Thy tongue both fraud and eke deceit doth frame 20 Thou sit'st and speak'st against thy brother dear To slander mothers Son thou dost not fear 21 Cause I kept silence these things hast thou done Like to thy self thou judgest me such one But I 'le reprove thee for thy deeds so base And them in order set before thy face 22 Who forgets God consider this for ever Lest I you tear when none can you deliver 23 He offereth praise that glorifies the Lord He 'l bless in safety him that loves his word PSAL. LI. 1 HAve mercy Lord some pitty on me take Blot out my sins for thy sweet mercies sake 2 To wash me throughly Lord do thou begin And drench me from my trespasses and sin 3 Mine iniquities I confess to thee My sin before me is Lord set me free 4 I 've done this ill ' gainst thee and in thy sight If thou me dost condemn thou dost but right 5 Behold my mother me conceiv'd in sin And I have ever since remain'd therein 6 But thou desirest truth i' th inward part Therefore thou wisdom sends me to convert 7 Purge me with Hysop and I clean shall be Whiter then Snow if thou wilt but wash me 8 Make me in gladness Lord to hear thy voyce That th' bones which thou hast broken may rejoyce 9 Lord from my sins do thou turn back thy face And my transgressions blot from out their place 10 Create in me a heart most clean and true And in me Lord a Spirit right renew 11 And from thy presence Lord take thou not me Nor let thy Spirit taken from me be 12 Give unto me those joys which are in thee And eke uphold me with thy Spirit free 13 Thus then will I transgressors teach thy heart And sinners shall to thee O Lord convert 14 From guilty blood do thou Lord me deliver My tongue then shall thy Justice praise for ever 15 Do thou O Lord open my lips always My mouth shall then shew forth thy wondrous praise 16 Thou lov'st not sacrifice else should'st it have Nor dost burnt of-fe-rings of me e're crave 17 A broken Spirit is Gods Sacrifice A contrite heart he never doth despise 18 Do good O Lord on thy most Holy Hill Build thou the Walls of Je-ru-sa-lem still 19 Thou wilt our offerings accept I say Yea Calves we will upon thine Altar lay PSAL. LII 1 WHy boast'st in mischief mighty man 't is sure The goodness of the Lord shall e're endure 2 Thy tongue like Rasors sharp mischief devise Working deceitfully and forging lies 3 Thou lov'st not good but thou preferrest ill Falshood 'fore truth eke thou advances still 4 Thou dost delight in fraud deceit and wrong O thou
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.