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A27984 The canticles or song of Solomon, reduced into a decasyllable together with the song of Moses in meeter / by R.K. R. K. 1662 (1662) Wing B2630; ESTC R17703 11,411 32

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bloud and liquor red For drink to him he gave Vers 15 But he full fed began to kick With heel and spurn full hard So gross thou art and brawnd so thick And laded so with lard Eft soon therefore did he forsake The God which life him gave And of the Lord no count did make Who him from death did save Vers 16 They him provok'd to jelousie With gods of Nations strange And did through their idolatrie His love to hatred change Vers 17 They serv'd such gods they never knew Not gods but fiends they were A sort of start up gods and new Whom Fathers did not feare Vers 18 The mighty Lord thou hast forgot Who thee of love begate And thou thy god remembrest not Whose hand did thee create Vers 19 The Lord was angry for to see His children to offend Vers 20 From them my face I will said hee Turne back and see their end For sure a froward nation And overthwart they are A Faithlesse generation From truth removed far Vers 21 With that which is not God they mee Provoke to Jealousie Me to displease in love they be With every vanity To Jealousie I will them move By men not great nor gay I mean their patience for to prove By some as mad as they Vers 22 For fire is kindled in my fume Which burnes to hel's deep pit The earths increase for to consume And mountain roots with it Vers 23 My plagues on them I will bestow Mine arrows I will spend Vers 24 My wrath by hunger some shall know By heat shall others end A bitter plague appoint I shall With teeth of beast to teare The serpents which in dust do crawle For them their stings shall beare Vers 25 The sword without shall overtwrow In chambers fear shall slay Young men young maids babes him also Whose head for age is gray Vers 26 I said I sure would havock make And scatter them abroad So that their names should quite forsake The place of their aboad Vers 27 But that I fear their foes fell band Would boast and brag it out And say it was our mighty hand That brought this work about Vers 28 A nation sensless sure are they No whit for to amend Vers 29 For were they wise then would they weigh And marke their latter end Vers 30 How should one man a thousand chase And two ten thousand foyle Except their God drew back his Grace And sold them to the spoule Vers 31 For with our God their Gods no whit Are once to be compar'd No though our deadliest foes should sit The Judgment to award Vers 32 Their grapes are grapes of bitter gall Their 〈◊〉 cruell death Vers 33 Their wine they Dragons venome call And Aspes most deadly breath Vers 34 And is not this repos'd in store And treasur'd up with me Yea sealed sure with many more So sure as sure can be Vers 35 Revenge and recompence mine are Their foot in time shall slide Their day of ruine is not far Their Judgment stays no bide Vers 39 Yet God shall for his folk repent And Judg their cause alone When as their strength and power is spent And all their hope is gone Vers 37 When once he may begin to say Where now is all their boast Where are those Gods which were their stay On whom they trusted most Vers 38 Which ate their sacrificed fall And drank their offred wine Let them rise up and help for that They need no help of mine Vers 39 No God besides me can be found Behold I I am he I kill I save I heale I wound None none can hide from me Vers 40 Mine hand to Heaven up I stretch And swear I live for ay Vers 41 My glittering sword 〈…〉 And whet I home 〈…〉 If once on Judgment I 〈…〉 My wrath on foes shall 〈◊〉 Mine haters then shall understand I can regard them all Vers 42 My shafts I shall make drunk in blood My sword shall flesh devour On slain and spar'd when I think good My wrath on them to powre Vers 43 Ye Nations with his Church him praise For you it will be good For sure it is he will alwaies Avenge his servants blood His enemies shall feel his hand In vengeance more and more But for his people and his land He mercy hath in store FINIS 2 Chap. 7 ch 4. 2. 4. ch 5. 3. ch 5