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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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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
the simple and obscure 8 Gods statutes make Mens hearts rejoyce for why Their just and pure enligh-te-ning the eye 9 The fear of God for ever doth endure His Judgements are most true most just most pure 10 They are beyond the reach of any Mony More sweet then hony combs or then the hony 11 By them I know tis thee I must regard In keeping them I shall have great reward 12 what man is there that can his errors spy Then clense me Lord from mine iniquity 13 And let me over sin get Victorie That I from all offences may be free 14 Lord take my words and heart into thy sight Thou art my strength do thou judge me aright PSAL. XX. 1 IN all adversitie God hear thee still And Jacobs God defend thee from all ill 2 And send thee help from his high Sanctuarie 3 And out of Sion likewise strengthen thee 4 Remembring thy offerings and sacrifice 5 Granting thy will fulfilling thy device 6 We will rejoyce in thee alone and on Thy Name we trust grant our Petition 7 The Lord will his Anointed only save And be his help if help of him he crave 8 In Charrets and in Horses some do trust But wee 'l call on our God who is most Just 9 So we do rise but they for ever fall Save Lord and let the King hear us that call PSAL. XXI 1 HOw joyful is the King for in thy brest He safely lies and therein takes his rest 2 For thou hast given him his hearts desire And ne're withheld what he did once require 3 And thou prevented'st him with manifold Blessings and set on 's head a Crown of Gold 4 He ask't thee life him thou it never gainsaid 5 But Majesty and Honour on him laid 6 For ever thou hast made me blest to be I 'm glad when I thy countenance can see 7 The King doth trust in God him he doth love God is his stay he therefore ne'r shall move 8 Thou shalt stay them that do thee once withstand And let them feel thy mighty power and hand 9 As in an Oven so burn them with Flame And in thy anger put them all to shame 10 Their fruit shall be destroyed and ev'n then Their seed may go from just and godly men 11 For they of mischeif muse against thy Name But have no power to execute the same 12 Then as a mark set them in open place And with thine arrowes keen hit them on face 13 Exalt thy self in strength Lord every hour And we will praises sing unto thy power PSAL. XXII 1 My God why dost thou me forsake or why Helps thou me not in my extremity 2 To thee O God all day I cry and call And eke all night yet hear'st thou not at all 3 Thou art the joy of Is-ra-el for ever 4 Our Parents trust thee thou didst them deliver 5 They were delivered when to thee they cri'd They trusted in thee and were not denyed 6 But now I am a worm no man become Reproach to people and their outcast scum 7 All men that ere do meet me on my way Do grin and laugh at me And thus they say 8 This man did trust in God but now wee 'l see Whether he can from us deliver thee 9 God brought me from my mothers womb to rest And kept me whil'st that I did suck her brest 10 No sooner born but I was cast on thee My God thou prov'd a loving Lord to me 11 Depart not from me in my present grief For in thy absence none can give releif 12 There 's many Buls which compassed me round Strong Bulls whose food hath been on Bashan ground 13 They gape at me as if they would me Slay Much like a Lyon Roaring for his Prey 14 I am like water shed my bones do beat And I like wax do melt ' gainst any heat 15 My strength like to a potters sherd doth dry My tongue cleaves to my jawes in dust I die 16 Sinners and Dogs beset me in the street They with curst hatred pierce my hands and see 17 I like Anatomie on me they stare When grief my flesh consum'd and bones lay bare 18 My garments eke amongst them they divide My seamless coat who shall have lots decide 19 Be not far from me therefore but make speed Thou art my strength Lord help me in my need 20 And from the Sword Lord by thy mighty power Save me from dogs that would my soul devour 21 From Lyons eke do thou deliver me From horns of Unicornes Lord set me free 22 Unto my Brethren I 'le declare thy Name And in thy Temple I 'le shew forth thy Fame 23 All that do fear the Lord praise ye his Name Jacob and Israels seed do ye the same 24 He hateth not the poor nor turns awry His Countenance but hearkeneth to their cry 25 In mid'st of Saints I will set forth thy praise And vows perform to thee behight alwayes 26 With plenty he shall satisfie the meek Their hearts shall live for ever that him seek 27 All coasts of th' earth shal turn to thee for grace The heathens worship shall thy glorious face 28 The heathens kingdom God shall have therefore And be their Governour for ever-more 29 Those that be sat on earth shall bow to thee To dust they go from death none can be free 30 A seed shall serve the Lord so shall it be Counted his own to all posteritie 31 His righteousness declares both all and some Unto a people that is yet to come PSAL. XXIII 1 GOd is my Shepheard I shall never need 2 I drink sweet waters in good ground I seed 3 When I 'm nigh lost then home he doth me take And lead me in his paths for his own sake 4 Though I were at deaths door I 'le fear none ill For with thy staff thou comfortest me still 5 Thou spread'st my head in presence of my foes Thou noint'st my table with oile my cup or'e flowes 6 While breath doth last thy grace shall me defend And in thy house my life I 'le ever spend PSAL. XXIV 1 THe earth 's the Lords all store therein is his And eke the world with those that therein is 2 For he hath founded it it safely stands On liquid waters as if 't were on Lands 3 Gods Holy Hill into who shall ascend A sure inhabitant unto the end 4 Whose heart hands life are spotless and upright 'T is such alone that are the Lords delight 5 Such shall a blessing from the Lord obtain His righteousness with them shall ere remain 6 This is the brood of them that seek thy face As Jacob did the Israelite in 's race 7 Open ye Gates ye everlasting Gate The King let enter in his glorious State 8 Who is this King The strong and mighty God The mighty Lord in battle with his Rod. 9 Open your Gate and everlasting Dore And let him in who entered before 10 Who is this King The Lord of hosts it