Soule pursues thee in the Night And when the Morne displayes her Light Part. 2 Didst thou thy Judgements exercise Then Mortals should the Truth discerne And yet the Wicked would not learne But thy extended Grace despise Among the Just to Injustice sold Nor will thy Majesty behold Shouldst thou advance thine Arme on High Though wilfull-blind yet should they view The Shame and Vengeance which pursue All those who thy deare Saints envy Those vindicating Flames which burne Thy Foes shall them to Cinders turne Thou our eternall peace hast wrought And in our works thy Wonders showne Though other Lords besides our owne Had us to their subjection brought Yet through thy onely Goodnesse we Remembred both thy Name and Thee Dead are they never more to rise From those darke Caves of endlesse Night Nor ever shall the cheerefull Light Revisit with their closed eyes Thy Vengeance hath expel'd their Breath And clos'd their Memories in Death Part. 3 Thou Thou hast given us wounds on wounds In punishing thy Glory showne Far from thy chearfull Presence throwne Even to the Worlds extreamest bounds Amidst our stripes and sighings we Addrest our zealous Prayers to Thee As Women groaning with their Load The time of their Delivery neere Anticipating paine with feare Screeke in their Pangs So we to God So suffer'd when in thy Disgrace So cry'd out when thou hid'st thy Face For we with Sorrow's burthen fraught Paine and anxiety of Mind Brought onely forth an empty Wind Nor our desir'd Delivery wrought We neither could repulse our Foes Nor give a period to our Woes The Lord thus to his People spake Thy Dead shall live those who remaine In peacefull Graves shall rise againe O you who sleepe in Dust awake Now sing on you my Plants I 'le shed My Deaw the Graves shall cast their Dead Goe hide thee in thy inward Roomes A little till my Wrath passe by To punish Mans impiety The Lord from Heaven in Thunder comes The Earth then shall your Bloud reveale Nor longer shall the Slaine conceale ESAY XXXVIII As the 39. Psalme IN the substraction of my yeares I said with Teares Ah! now I to the Shades below Must naked goe Cut off by Death before my Time And like a Flower cropt in my Prime Lord in thy Temple I no more Shall Thee adore No longer with Mankind converse In my cold Herse My Age is past ere it be spent Removed like a Shepheards Tent. My fraile Life like a Weavers thred My Sins have shred My vitall powers Diseases waste With greedy haste Even from the Evening to the Day I languish and consume away And when the Morning Watch is past Thinke that my last Thou like a Lion break'st my bones Nor hear'st my groanes Even from the Dawning to the Night Death waites to close my failing Sight Thus Swallow-like like to a Crane My Woes complaine Mourne like a Turtle-Dove but late Rob'd of his Mate I my dim eyes to Thee erect The Weake ô strengthen and protect Part 2 What praise can reach thy Clemency O thou Most High Thy Words are ever crown'd with Deeds Joy Griefe succeeds My bitter pangs at length are past And long my peacefull dayes shall last My lively vigour dost restore Increa'st with more My Yeares prolong'd now flourishing In their new Spring Thou hast with Joy dry'd up my Teares And with my Griefe exil'd my Feares Thy Love hath drawne me from the Pit Where Horrors sit My Soule-infecting Sins thou hast Behind Thee cast The Grave can not thy Praise relate Nor Death thy Goodnesse celebrate Can they expect thy Mercy whom Cold Earth intombe The Living must thy Truth display A I this Day This Fathers to their Sons shall tell While Soules in humane Bodies dwell The Lord as ready was to save As I to crave I therefore to the warbling string His Praise will sing And in his House till my last Day My gratefull Vowes devoutly pay JONAH I. As the 9. Psalme ON Thee my captiv'd Soule did call Thou who art present every where From the darke Entrailes of the Whale Didst thy intombed Servant heare Thy Hand into the Surges threw The Seas blacke armes forthwith unfold Downe to the horrid Bottom drew And all her Waves upon me rould Then said my Soule For ever I Am banisht from thy glorious sight And yet thy Temple with the Eye Of Faith review'd in that blind Night The Flouds my Soule involv'd below The swallowing Deeps besieg'd me round And Weeds which in the bottom grow My Head with funerall Dresses bound I to the roots of Mountaines div'd Whom bars of broken Rocks restraine Yet from that Tombe of death reviv'd And rais'd to see the Sun againe I when my Soule began to faint My Vowes and Prayers to thee prefer'd The Lord my passionate complaint Even from his holy Temple heard Those who affect false vanities The Mercy of their God betray But I my Thankes will sacrifice And Vowes to my Redeemer pay HABAKKVK III. As the 72. Psalme GReat God with terror I have heard thy Doome The fearefull punishments that are to come Yet in the midst of those devouring Yeares Then when thy Vengeance shall exceed our Feares Thy Worke in us revive confirme our Faith And still remember Mercy in thy Wrath. God came from Theman and the Holy-one From Parans Mountaine where his Glory shone VVhich fil'd the heav'ns themselves with brighter Raies And all the Earth replenisht with his Praise His Brightnesse as the Suns his Fingers Streames Of Light project his Power hid in those Beames Devouring Pestilence before him flew And wasting Flames his dreadfull Steps pursue Then fixt his Feet and measur'd with his Eyes The Earths Extent pale Feares her Sons surprise The ancient Mountaines shrunke eternall Hils Stoopt to their Bases All Amazement fils His Glory and his Terrour he displaies In his unknowne and everlasting Waies I saw th' afflicted Tents of Cushan quake And Midians Cortines in that Tempest shake Part 2 VVhen thou O Lord the Rivers didst divide And on the Chariots of Salvation ride Through the congested Billowes of the Seas VVas it because thou wast displeas'd with these According to thy Oath thou drew'st thy Sword Thy Oath sworne to our Tribes thy constant Word From cloven Rocks new Torrents tooke their flight And ayery Mountaines trembled at thy sight The over-flowing Streames inforce their Wayes The Deeps to Thee their Hands and Voyces raise The Sunne and Moone obedient to Command Till then in restlesse Motion made a Stand. Thy Darts and flaming Arrowes swift as Sight Confound thy Foes but give thy People Light He in his Fury marched through the Land And crusht the Heathen with a vengefull Hand Th' Anointed with thy Sword their Leaders slew The Joynts disclos'd where Heads of Princes grew VVith thy transfixing Speare their Subjects strake VVho like a blacke and dreadfull Tempest brake Vpon our Front with purpose to devoure And triumph over our despised Power He through the roaring Flouds his People guides
May Parch't with Heat and nipt with Frost Soone shall fade for ever lost Part. 2 Lord thou art most Great most High Such from all Eternitie Perish shall thy Enemies Rebels that against thee rise All who in their Sins delight Shall be scatter'd by thy Might But thou shalt exalt my Horne Like a youthfull Vnicorn Fresh and fragrant Odors shed On thy crowned Prophets head I shall see my Foes defeat Shortly heare of their retreat But the Just like Palmes shall flourish VVhich the Plains of Judah nourish Like tall Cedars mounted on Cloud ascending Lebanon Plants set in thy Court below Spread their roots and upwards grow Fruit in their Old-age shall bring Ever fat and flourishing This Gods Justice celebrates He my Rocke Injustice hates PSALME XCIII As the 47. NOw great Jehovah raignes VVith Majesty aray'd His Power all powers restraines By men and gods obey'd The round Earth hung In liquid Aire Establisht there But by his Tongue Thy Throne more old then Time And after as before The Flouds in billowes clime And foming loudly rore VVith horrid Noise The Ocean raves And breaks his Waves Against the Skies But thou more to be fear'd More terrible then these Thy Voice in Thunder heard Thy Nod rebukes the Seas Thee Truth renowns Pure Sanctitie Eternally Thy Temple crowns PSALME XCIV As the 10. GReat God of Hosts revenge our Wrong On those who are in Mischiefe strong Vpon thy Foes Inflict our VVoes For Vengeance doth to Thee belong Judge of the World prevent The Proud and Insolent How long shall they the Just oppresse And triumphin their Wickednesse How long supplant Ah! how long vaunt And glory in their dire successe Thy Saints asunder break Insulting o're the Weak Who Strangers and poore VViddowes kill The blood of wretched Orphans spill And say Can he Or heare or see Doth God regard what 's good or ill Brute Beasts without a mind O Fools in knowledge blind Shall not th' Almighty see and heare VVho form'd the Eye and fram'd the Eare VVho Nations slew Not punish you VVho taught not know to him appeare Darke Counsels secret Fires Vaine Hopes and vast Desires Part. 2 But O! thrice blessed he whom God Chastiseth with his gentle Rod Informes and awes By sacred Lawes In stormes brought to a safe aboad VVhile the Unrighteous shall By winged Vengeance fall For he will not forsake th'Elect Nor who adore his Name reject But Judgement then Shall turne agen To Justice and her Throne Erect VVho are in Heart upright Shall follow that cleare Light VVhat mortall will th' Afflicted aid Depend when impious Foes invade Lord hadst not thou My Soule ere now In silent shades of Death had laid For he my Out-cries heard And from the Centre rear'd VVhen Griefe my labouring Soule confounds Thou powrest Balme into her wounds Shall Tyrannie VVith thee complie VVho Mischiefe for a Law propounds VVho swarme to circumvent And doome the Innocent But thou O Lord art my Defence My Refuge and my Recompence The Vicious shall By Vices fall By their owne Sinnes be swept from hence God shall cut off their breath And give them up to Death PSALME XCV As the 34. COme Sing the great Jehovah's Praise VVhose Mercies have prolong'd our Dayes Sing with a joyfull voyce VVith bending Knees and raised Eyes Adore your God ô sacrifice In sacred Hymnes rejoyce Great is the God of our Defence Transcending all in eminence His Hand the Earth sustaines The Depths the loftie Mountaines made The Land and liquid Plaines displaid And curbs them with his Reines O come before his Foot-stoole fall Our onely God who form'd us all Through Stormes of danger led He is our Shepheard we his Sheepe His Hands from Wolves and Rapine keepe In pleasant Pastures fed The Voice of God thus spake this Day Repine not as at Meribah As in the Wildernesse Where your Fore-fathers tempted me Who did my Workes of Wonder see And to their shame confesse VVhen vex't for fortie yeares I said This People in their hearts have strai'd Rebellious to command To whom I in my Anger swore That Death should seise on them before They knew this pleasant Land PSALME XCVI As the 29. NEw composed Ditties sing To our Everlasting King You all you of Humane birth Fed and nourisht by the Earth Celebrate Jehovah's Praise Daily his Deliveries blase His Glory let the Gentiles know To the VVorld his wonders show O how gracious ô how great Earth his Foot-stoole Heaven his Seat To be fear'd and honor'd more Then those gods whom Fooles adore Idols by their Servants made But our God the Heavens display'd Honour Beautie Power Divine In his Sanctuarie shine All who by his Favour live Glory to Jehovah give Glory due unto his Name And his Mightie Deeds proclame Offerings on his Altar lay There your Vowes devoutly pay In his beauteous Holinesse Part. 2 To the Lord your Prayer addresse All whom Earths round shoulders beare Serve the Lord with Joy and Feare Tell Mankinde Jehovah raignes He shall bind the world in Chaines So as it shall never slide And with sacred Justice guide Let the smiling Heavens rejoyce Joyfull Earth exalt her Voice Let the dancing Billowes rore Ecchoes answer from the Shore Fields their flowrie Mantles shake All shall in their Joy partake VVhile the VVoods Musicians sing To the ever-youthfull Spring Fill his Courts with sacred Mirth He He comes to judge the Earth Justly He the VVorld shall sway And his Truth to men display PSALME XCVII As the 8. O Earth joy in Jehovah's Raigne You numerous Iles claspt by the Maine Him rolling Clouds and Shades infold Judgement and Truth his Throne uphold VVho fierie Darts before him throwes VVith winged flames consumes his Foes His Lightning made a Day of Night Earth trembled at so fear'd a sight The Mountaines at his Presence sweat Like pliant VVax dissolv'd with Heat At his Descension from the Skie VVho rules the VVorlds great Monarchie The Heavens declare his Righteousnesse His Glorie wondering men confesse Let those with shame to Hell descend VVhose Knees to cursed Idols bend VVhose rockes for Deities implore O all you gods our God adore Rejoycing Sion heard her King Her Daughters of his Judgements sing Thou art exalted above all Mankinde and Pow'rs Angelicall Those Saints thy shady Wings protect VVho Sin abhorre and thee affect For thou hast sown the Seeds of Light And joy which shall invest th'Vpright You Just your joyfull Hearts elate His blest Memoriall celebrate PSALME XCVIII As the 47. SING to the King of kings Sing in unusuall Laies That hath wrought wondrous things His Conquest crown with Praise Whose Armes alone And sacred Hands Their impious Bands Have overthrown He Justice brings to light His saving Truth extends Even in the Gentiles sight To Earths remotest Ends. His Heavenly Grace At full displayd And promise made To Jacobs Race Let all that dwell on Earth Their high Affections raise VVith universall Mirth And loudly sing his Praise To Musick joyne The warbling
Weake Now in the change of Fortune faint and breake Into offences aggravate thy harmes Forsake thy strength and cast away thy armes Is this thy Piety thy Confidence Thy hope and Life untainted with offence Consult with former Ages Have they knowne The guiltlesse perish or the Iust ore ' throwne But those who plow with vice and mischiefe throw Into the furrowes reape the Seed they sow God shall destroy them with his Nostrils breath And send them weeping to the caves of Death For he the raging Lyonesse confounds The roaring Lyon with his javelin wounds Scatters their Whelps their grinders breakes so they With the old Hunter starve for want of Prey Now when the Night her sable wings had spred And sleepe his Deaw on pensive Mortals shed When Visions in their aiery shapes appeare A Voice not humane whispered in mine eare My knees each other struck the frighted blood Fled to my heart my haire like bristles stood An Angel then appear'd before my sight Yet could no shape discerne so great a light He threw about him forthwith silence brake And thus to me intranc'd with wonder spake Shall mortall Man that is but borne to die Compare in Iustice and Integritie With him who made him he who must descend Againe to Earth and in Corruption end His Angels were imperfect in his sight Although indu'd with Intellectuall Light Whom he accus'd of folly much more they Who dwell in houses built of brittle clay Which have their weake foundations in the dust The food of wormes and Times devouring Rust They to the Evening from the Sunnes uprise Are exercis'd with change of Miseries Then unregarded set in endlesse Night Nor ever shall review the Morning light Thus all their Glories vanish with their breath They and their Wisedomes vanquished by Death Chap. 5 Now try what Patron can thy cause defend What Saint wilt thou solicite or what Friend The Storme of his owne rage the foole confounds And Envies rankling sting th' imprudent wounds Oft have I seene him like a Cedar spread His ample Roote and his ambitious Head With Clouds invest then to th' amaze of all Plow up the Earth with his prodigious fall His wandring Orphans finde no safe retreat But friendlesse suffer at the Iudgement-Seat The greedy eate the harvest of their toile Snatcht from the scratching thornes to theives a spoile Though Sorrow spring not from the wombe of Earth Nor troubles from the Dust derive their Birth Yet man is borne to numerous Miseries As dying Sparks from trembling flames arise Should I the burthen of thy face sustaine I would not justifie myselfe in vaine But at his feet my humble Soule deject With prayers and teares who wonders can effect As infinite as great and farre above That Spheare wherein our low Conceptions move He waters from celestiall Casements powers Which fall upon the furrowed Earth in showers To comfort those who mourne in want and give The famisht food that they may eate and Live The Counsels of the Subtill he prevents And by his wisedome frustrates their Intents Intangles in the Snares themselves contrive Who desperately to their owne Ruine drive They meete with Darknesse in the clearest Light And grope at Noone as if involv'd with Night Licentious Swords Oppression arm'd with power Nor Envies jawes the Righteous shall devoure They ever hope though exercis'd with care The wicked silen'st by their owne despaire Happy is he whom Gods owne hands chastise Since so let none his Chastisements despise For he both hurts and heales binds up againe The wounds he made and mittigates their paine In sixe afflictions will thy refuge be And from the seventh and last shall set thee free From meager Famines bloodlesse Massacrees And from the cruell thirst of horrid Warres Preserved from the scourge of poysonous tongues The sting of Malice and insulting Wrongs Thou shalt in safetie smile when all the Earth Shall suffer by the rage of Warre and Death The Midian Tyger The Arabian Beare Nor Idumaean Lion shalt thou feare They all their native fiercenesse shall decline And senselesse Stones shall in thy aide combine Thy Tents shall flourish in the Joyes of Peace The wealth and Honour of thy House increase Thy Children and their off-spring shall abound Like blades of grasse that cloath the pregnant ground Thou full of Dayes like waighty shocks of Corne In season reapt shall to thy grave be borne This truth by long experience learnt apply Chap. 6 To thy Disease and on the cure relye Then Iob Oh were my sufferings duly waigh'd Were they together in one Balance laid The Sands whereon the rowling Billowes roare Were lesse in waight and not in number more My words are swallowed in these Deaths of woes While Stormes of sighes my silent griefe disclose Gods Arrowes on my breast descend in showers There stick and poyson all my vitall powers 'T is he who armes against a Mortall beares Subdues my strength and chils my heart with feares Doe hungry Asses in fresh pastures bray Or Oxen low before full cribs of hay Oh can unseas'ned cates the guest invite What taste is in an Eggs unsavory white My lothing soule abhors your bitter food Which sorrow feeds and turnes my teares to blood Oh that the Lord would favour my request And send my Soule to her eternall rest Deliver from this Dungeon which restraines Her liberty and breake Afflictions chaines Then should my Torments finde a sure reliefe And I become insensible of griefe Oh by not sparing cure his wounds who hath Divulg'd thy truth and still preserv'd his faith What strength have I to hope or to what end Should I on such a wasted Life depend Was I by rocks ingendred ribd with steele Such tortures to resist or not to feele No hope no comfort but in Death is left Thus torne with wounds of all my Joyes bereft True Friends who feare their Maker should impart Soft pittie to a sad and broken Heart But Oh the great in vowes and neare in Blood Forsake me like the torrent of a Flood Which in the winding vallies glides away And scarce maintaines the Current of a Day Or stands in solid Ice conceal'd with Snow But when the lowdly-storming South winds blow And mounted Sun invades it with his beames Dissolves and scatters his exhausted Streames Who from the parched fields of Thema came From Shaeba scorched with etheriall Flame In expectation to asswage their thirst Deluded blusht and his dry channels curst So you now cease to be what once you were And view my downfall with the eyes of Feare Have I requir'd your bounty to repaire My ruin'd fortunes was it in my praier That you for me the Mighty would oppose And in a just revenge pursue my foes If I have err'd instruct me tell wherein My tongue shall never justifie a Sin Although a due reproofe informe the Sense Detraction is the Gall of Impudence Why adde you sorrow to a troubled mind Passion must speake her words are but as wind Against
to move Thou from thy rebell Heart hast God exil'd Kept backe thy Prayers his sacred Truth revil'd Thy Lips declare thy owne impiety Accuse of fraud condemne thee and not I. Art thou the first of Mortals wert thou made Before the Hils their lofty Browes display'd Hath God to thee his Oracles resign'd Is wisedome only to thy Breast confin'd What know'st thou that we know not as compleat In Natures graces in acquir'd as great There are gray heads among us Counsellers To whom thy Father was a Boy in Yeares Slight thou the Comforts we from God impart VVhat greater Secret lurkes in thy proud heart That hurries thee into these extasies VVhat fury flames in thy disdainfull Eyes VVilt thou a warre against thy Maker wage And wound him with thy tongues blasphemous rage VVas ever humane flesh from blemish cleare Can they be guiltlesse whom fraile women beare He trusteth not his Ministers of Light The radiant Stars shine dimnly in his Sight How perfect then is man from head to foot Defil'd with filth and rotten at the root VVho poys'ning sinne with burning thirst devours As parched Earth sucks in the falling showers VVhat I have heard and seene would'st thou intend Thy cure I would unto thy care commend VVhich oft the wise have in my thoughts reviv'd To them from knowing Ancestors deriv'd VVho God-like over happy Nations reign'd And Vertue by suppressing Vice sustein'd Th'Unjust his Dayes in painefull travell spends The Cruell sodainly to Death descends He starts at every sound that strikes his Eare And punishment anticipates by feare VVho from the heigth of all his Glory shall Like newly-kindled Exhalations fall Despaires cold breath his springing hopes confounds VVho feeles th' expected sword before it wounds He begs his bread from doore to doore and knowes The Night drawes on that must his Day inclose Horror and anguish shall his soule affright Daunt like a King that drawes his Troops to fight Since he against the Almighty stretcht his hand And like a rebell spurn'd at his Command God shall upon his seven-fold target rush And his stiffe necke beneath his shoulders crush Though Luxury swell in his shining eyes And his fat belly load his yeilding thighes Though he dismantled Cities fortifie From their deserted ruines rais'd on high Yet his congested wealth shall melt like snow VVhose growth shall never to perfection grow Destruction shall surround him nor shall he His Soule from that darke night of Horror free God with his breath shall all his Branches blast And scorch with lightning by his vengeance cast Will the deluded trust to vanitie And by the stroake of his owne folly die For he shall be cut downe before his time His spreading Branches wither in their prime Lo as a storme which with the Sunne ascends From creeping vines their unripe clusters rends And the fat olive ever greene with Leaves Together of her hopes and flowers bereaves So shall the great Revenger ruinate Him and his Issue by a dreadfull fate Those fooles who fraud with pietie disguise And by corrupting Bribes to Greatnesse rise Their Glories shall in desolation mourne While hungry flames their lofty structures burne With Mischiefe they conceive their bellies great With swelling Vanitie bring forth Deceit Chap. 16 Then Iob How long wilt thou thus vexe mine eares You all are miserable Comforters Shall this vaine wind of words ah never end VVhy Eliphas should'st thou afflict thy Friend VVere you so lost in griefe would I thus speake Such bruised hearts with harshinvectives breake VVould I accumulate your Miseries VVith Scorne and draw new Rivers from your Eyes Oh no my language should your passions calme My words should drop into your wounds like balme But oh my frantick Sorrow finds no ease Complaints nor silence can their pangs appease Thou Lord hast my perplexed Soule deprest Bereft of all the comforts shee possest My Face thus furrowed with untimely age My pale and meagre lookes professe thy rage VVhose Ministers like cunning foes surprise Teare with theirteeth transfix me with their eyes Against my peace combine at once assaile VVith open mouthes and impudently raile God hath deliver'd me into their Jawes VVho hunt for spoile and make their swords their Lawes Long saild I on smooth Seas by fore-winds borne Now bulg'd on rocks and by his Tempests torne He by the Neck hath hal'd in pieces cut And set me as a marke on every Butt His Archers circle me my reines they wound And ruthlesse shed my gall upon the ground Behold he ruines upon ruines heaps And on me like a furious Giant leaps For thus with sackcloth I invest my Woe And dust upon my clouded forehead throw My cheeks are guttered with my fretting teares And on my falling Eye-lids Death appeares Yet is my heart upright my prayers sincere My guiltlesse Life from your aspersions cleare Reveale oh Earth the Blood that I have spilt Nor heare me Heaven if I be soil'd with guilt My conscience knowes her owne Integritie And that all-seeing Power inthron'd on high Yet you traduce me in my Miseries But I to God erect my weeping Eyes Would I before him might my cause defend And argue as a mortall with his friend Since I ere long that precipice must tread VVhence none returne that leads unto the Dead Chap. 17 My spirits are infected and my Tombe Yawnes to devoure mee my last Dayes are come Yet you with bitter scorne my pangs increase Nor ah will suffer me to die in peace VVhat Advocate will take your cause in hand And for you at the high Tribunall stand Since God your erring soules deprives of sense Nor will exalt you in your owne defence His Children shall their dayes in sorrow end VVhose tongue with flattery deludes his Friend I to the vulgar am become a Jest Esteemed as a Minstrell at a Feast My sleeplesse eyes their splendor quench in teares My tortur'd body to a shadow weares This in the Righteous wonder shall excite The Innocent shall hate the Hypocrite He in the path prescrib'd shall boldly goe And his untainted strength shall stronger grow Revoke your wandring Censures nor despise The wretched you who seeme but are not wise My flying houres arrive at their last date My thoughts and fortunes buryed in my fate How soone my shortned Day is chang'd to Night Abortive Darknesse veiles my setting Light Oh can your counsell his despaire deferre VVho now is housed in his Sepulchre I in the shades of death my Bed have made Corruption thou my Father art I said And thou O Worme my Mother by thy Birth My Sister borne and nourished by Earth Where now are all my hopes oh never more Shall they revive nor Death her rapes restore But to the graves infernall prison must With me descend and rot in shrouds of Dust Chap. 18 To whom thus Bildad when wilt thou forbeare To clamor and afford a patient eare Do'st thou as beasts thy ancient friends despise Are we so vile and triviall in thine Eyes Oh miserable Man
behold in me His Misteries Are Sacred and conceal'd from mortall Eyes I therefore tremble at his dreadfull sight Distracted thoughts my troubled Soule affright For oh his terror melts my heart to teares Dissolves my braine and harrowes me with feares Who neither would by Death prevent my woes Nor ease my Soule in these her bitter Throes Chap. 24 Why are the punishments by God decreed To wicked men and their rebellious Seed Since times to come are present in his sight Conceal'd from those who in his Lawes delight Some slily markes remove from bordering Lands Feed on the Flocks they purchase with strange hands The Orphants only Asse they drive away And make the Widowes morgag'd Oxe their prey Who force the frighted poore to turne aside Whom milder Rocks in their darke Cavernes hide Like Asses in the Desert they their Toile With Day renew and rise betimes for Spoile The barren Wildernesse presents them food To feed themselves and their adulterate brood Their Sicklers reape the Corne another sowes They drinke the Blood which from stolne clusters flowes The poore by them disrobed naked Lie Veild with no other covering but the skie Expos'd to stiffning frosts and drenching showers Which thickned Aire from her blacke bosome powres To Torrents which from cloudy Mountaines spring And to the hanging Cliffs for shelter cling They from their mothers Breasts poore Orphants rend Nor without gages to the needy lend For want of clothes they force them starve with cold From hungry Reapers they their sheaves withhold Those faint for thirst who in their vintage toyle And from the juicie Olive presse pure oyle Oppressed Cities grone the wounded cry To Heaven for Vengeance yet in peace they die Others that truth oppose despise the way Of her prescriptions and in Darknesse stray Sterne Murtherers that rise before the light To kill the Innocent and rob at night Vncleane Adulterers whose longing Eyes VVaite for the twy-light enter in disguise And say who sees us Theeves who daily marke Those Houses which they plunder in the Darke These Strangers are to light the Morning Rayes By them are hated as their last of Dayes The Agonies of Death are on them when They are but knowne or spoken of by Men And yet they perish by Jehova's Curse And faile like roaring floods that have no Sourse Vnlike the generous Vine which cut abounds With budding Jems and prospers in her wounds As scorching heat the mountaine snow devours As thirsty Earth drinks up the falling Showres Even so the Graves insatiable Jawes Those Rebels swallow who infringe his Lawes The Wombs that bare their Burthens shall forget And greedy wormes their flesh with pleasure eate No tongue or Pen shall mention their Renowne But lye like trees by sodaine Stormes cast downe The barren they more miserable make And from the Widow all her Comfort take The Mighty fall in their seditious strife When once they rise who can secure his life Though they be resolute and confident Yet are Jehova's eyes upon them bent But oh how short their glory rais'd to fall Lost in the Ashes of their funerall For they as others die like Eares of Corne By lightning blasted or with sickles shorne Who doubts these contraries who will dispute Against me and my Instances confute Chap. 25 SHVETIAN BILDAD made this short reply Dominion and awefull Majestie To him belong who crown'd with sacred Rayes The Host of Heaven in perfect concord swayes VVho can his Armies number infinite And full of Fate on whom shines not his light Can Mortals righteous in his Eyes appeare Can they be spotlesse whom fraile women beare To him the radiant Sunne is but obscure The Moone still in Eclipse the Stars impure VVhat then is Man polluted in his Birth An uncleane Worme that crawles upon the Earth Chap. 26 All tongues said Iob of thy perfections speake Thou he that renders vigor to the weake Thy strength the feeble Arme with Nerves supplies Thou by thy Counsell makes the foolish wise No secret from thy Knowledge is conceal'd Caelestiall Oracles by thee reveal'd To whom art thou so prodigall of breath Or by what vertue do'st thou raise from Death Gods Workes Oh Bildad we admire no lesse His prudence in their Government confesse Dead things within the Deepe were form'd by him And all that in the curled Ocean swim The silent vaults of Death unknowne to Light And Hell it selfe lye naked to his sight He fashion'd those Harmonious Orbs that roule In restlesse Gyres about the Artick Pole The massie Earth supported by his Care On nothing hangs in soft and fluent Aire He in thicke Clouds the pendant water binds Not thaw'd with heat nor torne with strugling winds Before his radiant Throne like Curtaines spred Yet at his becke in showres their substance shed With constant bounds the raging floods confines Till Day his Throne to endlesse Night resignes Heavens Columns when his Stormes and Thunder rake The troubled Aire with sodaine Horror shake Lo at his Breath the swelling waves divide His awefull Scepter calmes their vanquish't pride Whose hand the adorned Firmament displai'd Those Serpentine yet constant Motions made These but in part his power and wisedome show For Oh how little doe we Mortals know Although his Fame resound through all the world Like Thunder from aëriall vapors hurl'd Chap. 27 They silenc't Iob proceeds in his Defence As the Lord Lives who knowes my Innocence Yet will not judge but hath my Soule depriv'd Of all her Joyes to Misery long-liv'd VVhile these my vitall Spirits shall receive The food of Aire and through my Nostrils breath No falsehood shall defile my Lips with Lies Or with a vaile the face of Truth disguise Nor will I wound my cleare Integritie By yeilding to your wrongs but rather die Shall I my selfe betray my Strength refuse Desert my Justice and my truth accuse First may I sinke by Torments yet unknowne That those which now I suffer may seeme none Let such as hate me in their Sinnes rejoyce And surfeit with the pleasant Baites of Vice What hope hath the prevailing Hypocrite When God shall chase his Soule to endlesse Night Will God relieve him in his Agonies Or from the Depth of Sorrow heare his Cries Will he in God delight his aide implore Incessantly and his great Name adore Oh be instructed by these Characters Of his impression which my Body beares I his more secret Judgements will disclose Which you have seene yet desperately oppose This is the Portion which the wicked hath He shall inherit the Almighties wrath The lawlesse Sword his Childrens blood shall shed Increast for slaughter borne to begge their bread Death shall the Remnant in his Dungeon keepe No Widow at his funerall shall weepe Although he gather Gold like heaps of Dust The fuell of his Luxury and Lust His Cabinets with change of Garments fraught By silke-wormes spun and Phrygian Needles wrought Yet for the Just reserv'd who shall divide His Treasure and divest him of his pride Though he his
will I celebrate thy Praise My thankefull Heart no time shall spot This will Jehovah more delight Then Buls prepar'd for Sacrifice Their guilded Hornes with Garlands dight This shall the Meeke with pleased Eyes Behold and centuple their joyes Their Day shall never set in Night For God the Poore regards and those VVho for his sake affliction trie Round Earth deepe Seas what Seas inclose You Orbs that move so orderly Our great Jehovah magnifie VVho crownes his Saints with sweet Repose For God his Sion shall immure And Judah's Cities build againe VVhere they shall ever live secure A faire inheritance obtaine There shall their blessed Seed remaine And safely that rich Soile manure PSALME LXX As the 5. HAst Lord from such as would devoure Defend by thy almightie Power Delay not in so fear'd an Houre But let confusion seaze on those Who seeke my Soule to shame expose Be sudden in their overthrowes Let those with infamie returne Dejected and unpittied mourne Who laugh and blast me with their scorne Who love thy Name with joy invest Let them in shades of Safetie feast And ever say The Lord be blest But I am poore and full of need Hast Lord deliver me with speed Our Strength our Help from Thee proceed PSALME LXXI As the 34. I To thy Wing for refuge flie Protect me from foule Infamy Lord in thy Justice save Deliver from their treacherous Snares O favourably heare my Prayers Snatch from the yawning Grave Be thou my Fortresse of Defence There let me fix my Residence O Thou my Rocke my Tower Who hast thy Angels given in charge That they thy Seruants should inlarge From circumventing Power Deliver from their cruell might Whose wicked hands in blood delight Lest I their prey become Thou art my hope even from my Youth Have I reli'd upon thy Truth By Thee kept in the wombe From thence extracted by thy Care Though as a Prodigie they stare On me with wondring eyes Yet thee my strength my Song shall praise And to the Starres thy glory raise While Sunnes shall set and rise Part 2 O cast not off when full of dayes Forsake not when my Strength decayes Watcht by conspiring Foes God hath abandon'd him say they Now let us make his life our prey VVho shall our power oppose My God close to thy servant stand And helpe him with a speedy hand Those in their pride confound Who persecute my wretched Soule Let Death their impious rage controule And with dishonour wound But I will ever hope and raise My Voice to multiply thy Praise Thy Righteousnesse display Thy manifold Deliveries VVhich ô no number can comprise Thus spend the harmelesse Day I in thy Strength though old and weake VVill walke and of thy Justice speake Of thine even thine alone Thou hast inform'd me from my Youth I to this houre with single Truth Thy wondrous workes have showne Part 3 Now in the VVinter of my yeares VVhen Time hath snow'd upon my haires Abandon not ô Lord Till I unto this Age proclame Thy Mightie Power in Songs the same Unto the next record Thy Counsels depth our search exceeds How admirable are thy Deeds O who is like to Thee Thou hast afflictions on me laine Yet shalt thou quicken me againe And from Earths entrailes free Still thou my glorie wilt increase And comfort with the joyes of Peace I in a living verse Unto my warbling Harpe will sing Thy praises O eternall King Thy noble Acts rehearse Unto my Voice and Instrument Shall my exalted Soule consent By Thee redeem'd from Death Thy Justice every Day proclaime That now hast cloth'd my Foes with Shame Dispersed by thy breath PSALME LXXII CANT BASS THe King Jehovah with thy Justice crowne And in a God-like reigne his Son renowne He shall with equitie thy People sway And Judgement in the scales of Justice waigh Then little Hils shall riot with increase And Mountaines flourish in the fruits of Peace He shall the Poore from Violence protect Exalt the Humble and the Proud deject They while the restlesse Sunne directs the Yeare While Moones increase and waine thy Name shall feare He shall descend like plenty-dropping Showres Which cloath the Earth and fill her Lap with flowers The Just shall flourish in his happy Dayes And Peace abound while Stars extend their Raies He shall from Sea to Sea inlarge his Reigne From swift Euphrates to the farthest Maine The wilde Inhabitants that live by prey In scortched Deserts shall his Rule obey His Foes shall licke the Dust rich with their Spoyles Kings of the Ocean and Sea-grasped Iles Shall orient Pearle and sparkling Stones present Gold from the Sun-burnt Aethiopians sent The swart Sabaeans and Panchaia's King Shall Cassia Myrrhe and sacred Incense bring Part. 2 All Kings shall homage to this King affoord All Nations shall receive him for their Lord. He shall th' Oppressed heare the Poore defend The Needie save and such as have no friend Redeeme their Soules from Fraud and Violence And shall with Blood revenge their Bloods expense For this he long and happily shall live To him they shall the Gold of Sheba give The People for their King shall hourely pray His Praises sing and blesse him Day by Day Ranke crops of Corne shall on high Mountaines grow And shake like Cedars when rough Tempests blow The Citizens shall prosper and abound Like blades of Grasse which cloath the pregnant ground His Name shall last to all Eternitie Even while the Sunne illuminates the Skie All Nations shall in Him be blest Him all The habitable Earth shall blessed call O praised be our God! That King of Kings Who onely can accomplish wondrous things For ever celebrate his glorious Name And fill the World with his illustrious Fame Amen Amen Here end the Prayers of David the Sonne of Iesse A PARAPHRASE VPON THE THIRD BOOKE OF THE PSALMES OF DAVID PSALME LXXIII As the 1. THat Power of powers who Israel protects The Pure of heart eternally affects Yet I began to stagger in my Faith My Feet almost had swerved from his Path VVhen I the Foole beheld with envious eyes Saw prosperous Vice to Wealth and Honour rise Their Thread of Life is close and firmly spun Whom feeble Age and pale Diseases shun They while we suffer surfeit in content As if alone exempt from punishment Pride hangs like precious Chains about their necks And Violence in robes of Purple decks Their swolne eyes shine with uncontroll'd excesse Who more then what their hearts can wish possesse Even glory in their foule Impietie And speake like Thunder from the troubled Skie Dire Blasphemies against high Heaven they cast The suffering Earth their Pride and Slander blast The Good not seldome through their Scandall stray And prest with Miseries in Passion say O how can we the Lord All-seeing call Or think he cares what unto men befall When lo the Wicked with successe are crown'd And in the pleasures of this world abound I to no end have purg'd my heart of
daies befell His counsels from our reach are set Hid in his sacred Cabinet What God like ours so Good so Great VVho wonders can effect alone His Peoples great Redemption To Jacobs Seed and Josephs knowne The yielding Floods confesse thy Might The Deeps were troubled at thy Sight And Seas recoil'd in their affright The Clouds in storms of raine descend The Aire thy hideous Fragors rend Thy arrowes dreadfull flames extend Thy Thunders rorings rake the Skies Thy fatall Lightning swiftly flies Earth trembles in her agonies Thy VVayes even through the Billowes lie The Flouds then left their Chanels dry No Mortall can thy steps descry Like Flocks through Wildernesse of Sand Thou led'st us to this pleasant Land By Moses and by Aarons hand PSALME LXXVIII As the 42. MY People heare my VVords I will unfold Darke Oracles and VVonders done of old By our great Ancestors both heard and knowne Successively unto their Children showne VVhich we will to Posterity relate That People yet unknowne may celebrate Gods Power his Praise and glorious Acts since He Will 's this Tradition by divine Decree Vntill one Day shall give the World an end That all their hopes might on his Help depend Nor ever let his noble Actions sleep In darke oblivion but his Statutes keep Vnlike their rebell Sires a stubborn Race VVho fell from God nor sought his slighted Grace The Ephraimites though expert in their Bowes Though arm'd ignobly fled before their Foes Who vainly brake the Cov'nant of their God Nor in the wayes of his prescription trod Forgot his famous Acts his Wonders shown In Zoan and the Plaines by Nile o'reflown He brought them through the bowels of the Floud The parted Waves like solid Mountaines stood By day with leading Clouds affords a shade By night a flaming Pyramis displaid Hard Rocks He in the thirsty Deserts clave And drink out of their stony Entrails gave Even from their barren sides the waters gusht And down in rivers through the vallies rusht Part. 2 Yet still they sinn'd and meat to satisfie Their Lust demand provoking the most High Blaspheming thus Can God our wants redresse A Table furnish in the Wildernesse Though from the cloven Rocks fresh Currents drill Can he give bread with flesh the hungry fill Thus tempted by their hourely murmurings He to his long retarded Wrath gives wings Their infidelity inrag'd the Just That would not to his sure Protection trust Who all the Curtaines of the Skies withdrew And made the clouds resolve into a dew With Manna Food of Angels Mortals fed And fill'd with plenty of coelestiall Bread Then caus'd the early Eastern winds to rise And bade the dropping South obscure the Skies VVhence showres of Quailes descend as thick as sand On Sea-washt shores or dust on Sun-dri'd Land VVhich fell among their Tents They their delights Injoy and feast their deadly appetites For lo while they those fatall Dainties chew And their inordinate Desires pursue The Wrath of God surpriz'd them and cut down The choice of all even those of most renown Nor by their owne mis-haps admonished Would they his Works believe or Judgements dread So He their spirits quencht with daily feares In Vanity and Toile consum'd their yeares Part. 3 But when by Slaughter wasted the forlorn Return'd and sought Him in the early Morn They then confest and said Thou art our Tower Our Strength alone protectest by thy Power Yet their slie Tongues did but their Souls disguise Full of deluding flatteries and lies Their faithlesse hearts revolted from his VVill Nor ever would his just Commands fulfill How oft would He whose Mercy hath no bound Their pardon signe nor in their Sins confound How oft did He his burning wrath asswage How oft divert the furie of his Rage Consider'd them as flesh in frailtie borne A passing Winde that never can returne Yet still would they his sacred Lawes transgresse Provok'd him in th' unpeopled Wildernesse Confin'd the Holy One of Israel Against their Saviour frantickly rebell Forgetfull of his Power nor ever thought Of that Great Day when from long Bondage brought His dreadfull Miracles to Aegypt knowne And Wonders in the Field of Zoan snowne The River chang'd into a Sea of blood Men faint for thirst t' avoid th' infected Flood Huge swarmes of unknowne Flies display their wings Which wound to death with their invenom'd stings Loath'd Frogs even in their Palaces abound Part 4 And with their filthy slime pollute the ground Their early fruits the Caterpillars spoyle And Grashoppers devoure the Plow-mans toile Long Vines with stormes their dangling burdens lost The broad-leav'd Sycamores destroi'd with frost Their Flocks beat down with Hail-stones breathles lie Their Cattell by the stroke of Thunder die The Vengeance of his Wrath all formes of woes More Plagues then could be fear'd upon them throwes VVhom evill Angels to their sinnes betray He to the Torrent of his Wrath gave way Nor would with man or sinlesse beasts dispense Shot by the Arrowes of his Pestilence Slew all the flower of Youth their First-borne Sons There where old Nilus in seven Chanels runs But like a flocke of Sheepe his People led Safe and secure through Deserts full of dread Even through unfathom'd Deeps which part and close Their tumbling waves to swallow their proud Foes Then brought them to his consecrated Land Even to his Mountaine purchas'd by his Hand Cast out the Giant-like Inhabitants Aud in their roomes the Tribes of Israel plants Yet they ô most ingratefull falsifie Their vowes and still exasperate the most High Who in their faithlesse Fathers traces goe And start aside like a deceitfull Bow Their Altars on the tops of Mountaines blaze VVhile they their hands to cursed Idols raise Part 5 These objects fuell to his wrath affoord Whose Soule revolted Israel abhor'd The ancient Seat of Shiloh then forsooke Nor longer would that hated Mansion brooke His Arke even to Captivitie declin'd His Strength and Glorie to the Foe resign'd And yeelded up his People to the Rage Of barbarous swords nor would his wrath asswage Devouring flames their able Youth confound Nor are their Maids with Nuptiall Garlands crown'd Their Mitred Priests in heat of Battell fall No Widowes weeping at their Funerall Then as a Giant folded in the Charmes Of Wine and Sleepe starts up and cries To armes So rous'd his Foes behinde Jehovah wounds And with Eternall Infamie confounds Yet would in Josephs Tents no longer dwell Nor Ephraim chose who from his Cov'nant fell But Judahs Mountaine for his Seat elects And sacred Sion which he most affects There our great God his glorious Temple plac'd Firme as the Centre never to be ras'd And from the bleating Flockes his David chose When he attended on the yeaning Ewes And rais'd him to a Throne that he might feed His people Israels selected Seed Who fed them faithfully and all the Land Directed with a just and equall hand PSALME LXXIX As the 39. THe Gentiles waste thy Canaan Lord VVith Fire and Sword Thy holy
Praise Happy who on Thee depend Thine their Way and thou their End VVho through Baca travelling Make that thirsty Vale a Spring Or soft Showres from Clouds distill And their emptie Cisterns fill Fresh in strength their course pursue Till they thee in Sion view Lord of Hosts incline thine Eare. O thou God of Jacob heare Thou our Rocke extend thy Grace Looke on thy Anointed's Face One Day in thy Courts alone Farre exceeds a Million Let me be contemn'd and poore In thy Temple keepe a Doore Then with wicked men possesse All that they call Happinesse O thou Shield of our Defence O thou Sun whose influence Sweetly glides into our Hearts Thou who all to thine imparts Happy O thrice happy hee VVho alone depends on Thee PSALME LXXXV As the 2. AT length thou hast thy Mercie showne Drawne from the Babylonian yoke Our Sinnes remov'd which did provoke Thy Wrath even that now overblowne Great God our ruin'd State restore And let thy Anger flame no more O shall it like a Comet raigne Extending to the yet unborne Wilt thou not quicken the forlorne That thine in Thee may joy againe O showre thy Mercie from above Preserve and fix us in thy love I will the Voice of God attend Who to his People speakes of Peace Such as in Sanctitie increase Nor to their Sinnes againe descend These soone with Freedome shall be blest That Glory may our Land invest Those Dayes shall consumate our Blisse Sweet Clemencie with Truth shall meet High Justice gentle Peace shall greet Saluting with a holy Kisse For Truth shall from the Earth arise And Righteousnesse looke from the Skies Then shall Jehovah distribute His Blessings with a liberall Hand The rich and ever gratefull Land Abundantly produce her fruit For Justice shall before him goe And her faire steps to Mortals show PSALME LXXXVI As the 13. MY God thy Suppliant heare Afford a gentle Eare For I am comfortlesse And labour in distresse My righteous Soule relieve So readie to forgive Thy Servant Lord defend Whose hopes on Thee depend Me from the Grave restore VVho daily Thee implore From wasting Sorrow free The Heart long vow'd to Thee For thou art God alone To tender pity prone Propitious unto all VVho on thy Mercy call O heare my fervent prayer And take me to thy care Then ready to be found VVhen troubles most abound VVhat God like Thee O Lord Of all by men ador'd Or underneath the Sun Such miracles hath done Part. 2 Zeale shall all hearts inflame T' adore and praise thy Name For thou art God alone Thy Power in VVonders shown Direct me in thy VVay So shall I never stray My thoughts from Tempests cleare Vnited in thy Feare My Soule shall celebrate Thy Praise thy Power relate That hast advanc'd my head And rais'd me from the Dead The Proud against me rise And pow'rfull Enemies All Rebels to thy Will My guiltlesse bloud would spill But O thou King of kings From Thee sweet Mercy springs Still gracious slow to wrath True to thy Servants Faith Lord for thy Mercies sake Into thy bosome take Thy Hand-maids Son O save From the devouring Grave Some happy Signe expose To my ashamed Foes That they thy Hate may see To them thy Love to me PSALME LXXXVII As the 8. THE Lord hath with his Temple crown'd Moriah by his Choice renown'd Not all the Tents of Israel Or Mountains which in height excell He so affects or celebrates As lofty Sions stately Gates Jerusalem thou Throne of Kings Of Thee they utter glorious things Not by Judea's narrow bounds Prescrib'd the Land which Nile surrounds Great Babylon proud Palaestine Rich Tyre which circling Seas confine And black-brow'd Aethiopians Shall yield thee Citizens and Sons All sorts of People foraign-bred As Natives there indenized In Sion built by immortall Hands Firme as the Mountaine where it stands The Lord in his eternall Scroll Shall these as Citizens inroll Their Musick shall th' Affections raise And Songs sung in Jehovah's praise Whose Blessings on this City shall Like Streames from Heavenly Fountains fall PSALME LXXXVIII As the 39. MY Saviour both by night and day To Thee I pray O let my Cries transcend the Sphears And pierce thy Eares Lest Sorrow stop my fainting breath Now neare the Jawes of greedy Death My light extinguisht numbered Among the Dead Like men in battaile slaine the wombe Of Earth their Tombe Forgotten as if never known By thy tempestuous Wrath o'rethrown By Thee lodg'd in the lower Deeps Where Horrour keeps In Dungeons where no Sun displaies His cheerfull Raies Crusht by thy Wrath on me thy Waves Rush like so many rolling Graves My old Familiars now my Foes Deride my Woes My House becomes my Gaole where I In Fetters lie Blind with my teares with crying hoarse Hands rais'd in vaine a walking Coarse Part. 2 Wilt thou to those thy Wonders show VVho sleep below The Dead from their cold Mansions raise To sing thy Praise Shall Mercy find us in the Grave Or wilt thou in Destruction save VVilt thou thy Wonders bring to light In Deaths long Night Or shall thy Justice there be shown VVhere none are known I have and still to Thee will pray Before the Sun restore the Day O why hast thou withdrawn thy Grace And hid thy Face From me who from my Infancy But daily die VVhil'st I thy Terrours undergoe Distracted by these stormes of woe Thy Anger like a Gulph devoures My trembling Powers With troups of Terrours circled round In Sorrow drown'd Depriv'd of those that lov'd me most To all in dark oblivion lost PSALME LXXXIX As the 72. OVr gratefull Songs O thou eternall King Shall ever of thy boundlesse Mercies sing And thy unalterable Truth rehearse To after Ages in a living verse For what is by thy Clemency decreed Shall orderly and faithfully succeed Even like those never resting Orbs above VVhich on firme hinges circularly move Thus God unto his servant David swore This Cov'nant made I will for evermore Thy Seed establish and thy Throne sustaine Whilst Seas shall flow or Moones increase and waine The heavenly Hierarchy thy Truth shall praise The Saints below thy glorious Wonders blaze For who is like our God above the Clouds Or who so great whom humane frailty shrowds He to his Angels terrible appeares And daunts the Tyrants of the Earth with feares Great God! how great when dreadfull Armies joyne What God so strong what Faith so firme as thine Part. 2 Thy Bounds the Billowes of the Sea restraine Thou calm'st the tumults of th' incensed Maine Proud Rahab like a Coarse with bloud imbru'd Hew'n downe the strong with greater strength subdu'd Thine are the Heavens those Lamps which guild the Skies Round Earth broad Seas and all which they comprise Thou mad'st the Southern and the Northern Pole Whereon the Orbs coelestiall swiftly rowle Hermon invested with the Morning Raies And Tabor with the Evening's sing thy praise Thy Arme excels in Strength thy hands sustaine The World they
all the World relate His Fame in your Assemblies raise And in the sacred Senate praise Part. 4 He Rivers turnes t' a Wildernesse Springs dry'd up by the Suns accesse To scourge their Sins he makes the Soile Vngratefull to the Owners toile Turnes sandy Deserts into Pooles And parched Earth with Fountains cooles There plants his hungry Colonies VVhere strongly-fenced Cities rise The Fields their yellow Mantles weare And spreading Vines full clusters beare They infinitely multiply Their Heards of no diseases die But when their Sins his Wrath incense Then Famine Warre and Pestilence Their miserable Lives devoure Their Princes he deprives of Power Who in the Path-lesse Wildernesse Conceal'd themselves from Mans accesse The Poore he raiseth from the ground Their Families like flocks abound The Just shall this with joy behold Th'Unjust with feare and shame controll'd The Wise these Changes will record That they may know and serve the Lord. PSALME CVIII As the 2. MY Thoughts the Lord their Object make Before the ruddy Morning spring My Glory of his Praise shall sing Awake my Lute my Harp awake While I to all the VVorld rehearse His praises in a living Verse Thy Mercy O how great extends Above the Starry Firmament Still unto tender pity bent Thy Truth the soaring clouds transcends Thy Head above the Heavens erect Thy Glory on the Earth reflect O heare us who thy aide implore And with thy owne Right hand defend To thy Beloved Succour send God by his Sanctitie thus swore I Succoths Valley will divide In Sichems Spoils be magnifi'd Manasseh Gilead both are mine Ephraim my Strength in Battaile bold Thou Judah shalt my Scepter hold I will triumph o're Palaestine Base Servitude shall Moab waste O're Edom I my Shooe will cast Who will our forward Troups direct To Rabbah strongly fortifi'd Or into sandy Edom guide Lord wilt not thou that didst reject Nor wouldst before our Armies goe Now lead our Host against the Foe VVhen Death and Horrour most affright Doe thou our troubled Souls sustaine For O the helpe of Man is vaine Lead and we valiantly shall fight Thy Feet our Foes shall trample downe Thy Hands our Browes with Conquest crowne PSALME CIX As the 1. MY God my Glory leave not in Distresse Nor let prevailing Fraud the Truth oppresse They who delight in Subtilties and Wrongs Afflict me with the Poison of their Tongues VVith Slander and Detraction gird me round And would without a Cause my life confound Good turnes with evill proudly recompense And Love with Hate my Merit my offence But I in these Extremes to thee repaire And poure out my perplexed Soule in Praire Subject him to a Tyrants sterne command Subverting Satan place at his Right hand Found guilty when arraign'd in that fear'd time Let his rejected Prairs augment his Crime May he by violence untimely die And let another his Command supply Let his distressed Widow weep in vaine His wretched Orphans to dease Eares complaine Let them the wandring Paths of Exile tread And in unpeopled Deserts seeke their bread Let griping Vsurers divide his spoile And Strangers reape the harvest of his toile Part. 2 In his long misery may he find no Friend None to his Race so much as Pity lend Let his Posterity be overthrowne Their Names to the succeeding Age unknowne Let not the Lord his Fathers Sins forget His Mothers Infamy before him set O let them be the Object of his Eye Till hee out-root their hated Memory That to the wretched would no Mercy show But cruelly pursu'd his Overthrow Laid Trains to kill the Broken and Contrite On his owne head let his dire Curses light He hated Blessing never be he blest Let cursing like a Robe his Loines invest And like a fatall Girdle gird him round As he with Execrations did abound Let them like Water in his Bowels boile And eate into his Bones like burning Oyle Thus let the Lord reward my Enemies VVho seeke to blast me with malicious lies Part. 3 But Lord in my deliverance proclaime Thy Mercy for the honour of thy Name For I am poore with misery opprest My wounded heart bleeds in my panting brest I like the Evening shadow am declin'd And like the Locust toss'd with every Wind. My feeble knees beneath their burden bend My Flesh with fasting falls my Bones ascend Reproch hath seis'd on me my Foes revile And in derision shake their heads and smile My God O snatch me from the swallowing grave Thy servant with accustom'd Mercy save That they may know it was thy powerfull Hand And how I by divine Supportance stand Still may they vainely curse whom thou dost blesse And pine with envy at my good successe Let them be cloth'd with shame O be their owne Confusion on them like a Mantle throwne But I thy praise will duly celebrate And to the multitude thy Deeds relate That hast th' afflicted Soule from sorrow freed And from their snares who had his death decreed PSALME CX As the 34. THE Lord unto my Lord thus spake Sit at my right hand till I make A Foot-stoole of thy Foes He will thy Rod from Zion send Unto whose Power all powers shall bend That dare thy Rule oppose Thy People willingly shall pay Their vowes in that triumphant Day VVith their united Powers Aray'd in Ephods nor so few As are those Pearles of morning-dew VVhich hang on Herbs and Flowers He swore who never Oath did breake Of th' order of Melchisedek That thou a Priest should'st raigne Even while the Sun disperst his Light VVhile Moones should rule th'alternate Night Or Stars their course maintaine God in that Day at thy right hand Their Bloud who Tyrant-like command Shall in his fury spill He in his Justice shall confound The Heathen and the purple ground VVith heaps of slaughter fill VVho over many Nations sway And onely their owne Wils obey Shall sinke beneath his rage Then shall this all-subduing King VVith VVater of the Chrystall spring His burning thirst asswage PSALME CXI CANT BASS MY Soule the honor of our King Shall in the great Assembly sing Great are the wonders He hath showne With joy by their admirers knowne His glorious deedes all praise transcend His equall Justice knowes no end Left in eternall Monuments VVhose Mercy Death and Hell prevents Feeds those who feare his Name and will His Promise faithfully fulfill VVho planted with a powerfull Hand His people in this pleasant Land Just Judgement executes directs By sacred Lawes and Truth affects These fretting Time shall never waste But squar'd by Justice ever last His Word to us confirm'd by deed So often from oppression freed His Name is terrible to all His feare is the Originall Of VVisdome and they onely wise VVho make his Lawes their Exercise His praise while men have memory And power of speech shall never die PSALME CXII As the 111. Hallelu-jah THat man is blest who feares the Lord And chearfully obeies his VVord His Seed shall flourish on the Earth Their Off-spring
happy from their birth His House with riches shall abound His truth with endlesse honour crown'd To him in darknesse light ascends Mild gracious just in all his ends His bounty for the poore provides Discretion all his actions guides No violence shall cast him downe No time deface his just renowne Nor rumours shake his confidence The Lord his Hope and strong Defence Confirm'd in fearelesse fortitude Till he have all his Foes subdu'd He the necessitated feeds The honour of his vertuous Deeds Shall live in sacred memory His Glories shall ascend on high Th'unjust inrag'd their teeth shall grin'd And languish with the griefe of mind Pale envy shall their flesh consume And all their hopes convert to fume PSALME CXIII As the cxi Hallelu-jah O You who serve the living Lord Due praises to his Name afford Now and for ever celebrate Let all his noble Acts relate Even from the purple Morn's uprise To where the Evening flecks the Skies All power to his Dominion bends His Glory the bright Stars transcends What God can be compar'd with ours VVho Thron'd in Heavens superiour towres Submits himselfe to guide and move All that is done in Heaven above And from that height vouchsafes to throw His eyes on us who creepe below The poore he raiseth from the Dust Even from the Dunghill lifts the Just Whom he to height of honour brings And sets him in the Thrones of Kings He fructifies the barren Wombe The Childlesse Mothers now become Hallelu-jah PSALME CXIV As the cxi VVHen Israel left th' Egyptian Land Freed from a tyrannous command God his owne People sanctifi'd And he himselfe became their Guide Th' amazed Seas this seeing fled And Jordan shrunke into his Head The cloudy Mountaines skipt like Rams The little Hils like frisking Lambs Recoyling Seas what caus'd your dread Why Jordan shrunk'st thou to thy Head Why Mountaines did you skip like Rams And why you little Hils like Lambs Earth tremble thou before his Face Before the God of Jacobs Race VVho turn'd hard Rocks into a Lake VVhen Springs from flinty intrailes brake PSALME CXV As the 9. VVE nothing can of merit clame Not for our sakes thy aide afford But for the honour of thy Name Thy Mercy and unfailing VVord VVhy should th' insulting Heathen cry VVher 's now the God they vainly praise Our Lord inthron'd above the Skie All underneath at pleasure swaies Their Gods but Gold and silver be Made by a fraile Artificer For they have eyes that cannot see Dumbe mouthes and eares that cannot heare Fooles on their Altars incense throw VVho nothing smell their Feet are bound Nor have they power to moove or goe Their throats give passage to no sound Their hands can neither give nor take Unapt to punish or defend As senselesse they who Idols make Part. 2 Or to their carved Statues bend Your hopes on God O Israel place He is your Helpe and strong Defence Be he you Priests of Aarons Race The object of your confidence In him all you that feare him trust He shall protect you in distresse The Lord is of his Promise just And will his faithfull Servants blesse The House of chosen Israel And Aarons holy Family The poore and who in power excell That love and on his aide relye They shall a mighty People grow Their Children happy from their birth He will increase of gifts bestow VVhose hands created Heaven and Earth He in the Heaven of Heavens resides And over all his Creatures reignes Among the sonnes of men divides The Earth and all that Earth containes VVho sleepe within the vaults of Death No Offerings to his Altars bring O praise his Name while we have breath And loudly Halelu-jah sing PSALME CXVI As the 4. MY Soule intirely shall affect The Lord whose eares my grones respect In misery He heard thy cry To him thy Prayers direct Sorrows of Death my Soule assail'd The greedy jawes of Hell prevail'd Deprest with griefe When all reliefe And humane pitty fail'd I cri'd My God O looke on me Thou ever Just th' afflicted free O from the Grave Thy Servant save For mercy lives in thee The Innocent and long distrest The humble minde by wrongs opprest Thy Favour still Preserves from ill My Soule then take thy rest God staid my feet and dry'd my teares Redeem'd from Death and deadly feares That still I might Walke in his sight And number many yeares Part. 2 Thus with a firme beliefe I prai'd Yet in extreames of trouble said All on the Earth Of mortall birth Even all of Lies are made VVhat shall I unto God restore For all his Mercies Fall before His holy Throne And him alone With sacred Rites adore I will performe my Vowes this day VVhere they frequent who God obey Right precious is The Death of His He sees and will repay Lord I am thine thy Hand-maids Seed By Thee from raging Tyrants freed My Prayers shall rise In Sacrifice My thanks thy Altar feed I will performe my Vowes this day Where thy frequent who God obey Even in his Court Within thy Fort Renowned Solyma PSALME CXVII As the 47. YOu Nations of the Earth Our great Preserver praise All you of humane birth To Heaven his Glory raise Whose Mercy hath No end nor bound His Promise crown'd VVith constant Faith PSALME CXVIII As the cxi PRaise our good God that King of kings From whom eternall Mercy springs Let Israel let Aarons Race Let all that flourish in his Grace Confesse that from the King of kings Eternity of Mercie springs He in my trouble heard my Prayers And freed me from their deadly snares He fights my Battailes then how can I feare the Power of feeble Man Assists my Friends my Enemies Shall with their slaughter feast mine eyes Farre better to have Confidence In God then trust to mans Defence On him much safer to relie Then on the strength of Monarchy The Nations all at once assail'd But by his Aid my Sword prevail'd Their Armies had beset me round I with their Bodies strew'd the ground Though they like Bees about me swarme His holy Name and pow'rfull Arme Shall soone consume their numerous powers As Fire the crackling Thorne devoures Part. 2 Mad men his Fall you seeke in vaine VVhom great Jehovah's Hands sustaine He is my Strength his Praise my Song By him preserv'd from powerfull Wrong Our Tents with publike Joy shall ring The Just of their Deliverance sing He with his owne Right hand hath fought His owne Right hand hath Wonders wrought I shall not die but live to praise The Lord who hath prolong'd my Daies He with his Scourge my Sin corrects Yet from the Darts of Death protects You to his Service sanctifi'd The Temple Doores set open wide That I may enter in his Name And celebrate his glorious Fame Those are the Doores at which all they Shall enter who his Will obey His Praise with Hymnes immortallize My Saviour who hath heard my Cries Part. 3 That Stone the Builders from them cast Is