too great and high 2 Thou know'st I have behav'd my self In quietness as low and mild As a child weaned from the breast My soul 's even as a weaned child 3 Upon the Lord let Israel With fullest trust and hope rely Not only now but from henceforth Even un to all Eternity PSALM CXXXII 1 REmember David's troubles Lord 2 Who vow'd to Jacob's mighty God 3 And sware I 'le not come to my house Nor go for rest unto my bed 4 I 'le give mine eyes no sleep until 5 I find a holy place to dwell A habitation for the Lord The mighty God of Israel 6 At Shiloh's place in Ephraim We heard God's holy Ark once stood We found it also in the fields And in the City of the wood 7 We 'll go into his Tabernacle And humbly at his foot-stool bow 8 Arise O Lord unto thy rest Thy holy Ark of strength and Thou 9 Let righteousness be to thy Priests Their cloathing and their comely dress And let thy Saints that worship thee Even shout aloud for joyfulness 10 And for thy servant David's sake With shame turn not away the face Of him whom thou anointed hast And chosen freely by thy grace 11 The Lord to David sware in truth And surely will not turn from it Upon the Throne of Majesty Thy body 's Off-spring I will set 12 My Covenant if thy sons will keep And Laws which I to them make known Their Children also then shall sit For ever on thy Royal Throne 13 For Sion the Lord chosen hath And there to dwell he liketh best 14 This is my chosen dwelling-place This is my worship's fixed rest 15 I her provisions will maintain And it will bless abundantly And I her poor and needy ones With daily bread will satisfie 16 And I her sacred Priests will cloath With my preserving saving grace Her Saints shall shout aloud for joy Before my shining pleased face 17 There I 'le make David's horn of Power To bud forth and afresh to spring And there I have ordain'd a lamp For my anointed sacred King 18 His enemies I will subdue And with just shame I 'le cloath them all But on him and his faithful seed His Royal Crown still flourish shall PSALM CXXXIII 1 BEhold and try how good it is What holy pleasure it doth give When holy brethren serving God In love and unity do live 2 It perfumes like the precious Oyl Which poured was on Aarons head Which down his beard and garments all It s sacred fragrant odour spread 3 As fruitful dews from Hermon hill Which waters all the lower ground And streaming showers from Sion's Mount Make the low Vales with fruit abound So on his flock by Love and Peace God doth his fruitful grace entail Even the fore-taâ—â—e of that blest life Where Love and Peace shall never fail PSALM CXXXIV 1 SEe that ye bless the Lord Ye that his servants are Who in his house by night do stand To serve and praise him there 2 Lift up your hearts and hands To him with one accord In his appointed holy place There glorifie the Lord. 3 The Lord that made the heav'ns The earth and all that live His blessing out of Sion shall Plenteously to you give PSALM CXXXV 1 PRaise ye the Lord Praise his great name All ye his servants Praise your God 2 All you that in the Lord's house stand And in his Courts have your abode 3 Praise ye the Lord for he is good Sing praises to his holy name For it is sweet to be employ'd His holy praises to proclaim 4 He to himself hath Jacob chose And Israel his own treasure made 5 I know the Lord our God is great Above all Gods in honour had 6 In heav'n and earth the Lord hath done Whatever his own will did please And also in the deeps below And in the great and swelling Seas 7 From the earth's ends it 's he that makes The vapours upward to ascend He doth make Lightnings for the rain And Winds out of his treasure send 8 Egypt's first-born both man and beast He smote and wondrous tokens he 9 On Pharaoh and his servants sent O Egypt in the midst of thee 10 He smote great Nations slew great Kings 11 Sihon who was of Heshbon King And Og of Bashan and to nought All Canaan's Kingdoms he did bring 12 And gave their Land a heritage Unto his people Israel 13 Thy name Lord everlasting is For ever 's thy memorial 14 For God for his own people will To judge and save them yet arise And will turn and repent himself Of all his servants miseries 15 The Idols which are worshipped Abroad in all the Heathen lands They are of gold and silver made The meer work of the Craftsmens hands 16 A mouth they have but do not speak Eyes have they but they never saw 17 They have ears but they do not hear And mouths which never breath did draw 18 Their makers are even like to them And all that do on them rely 19 Bless ye the Lord O Israel's house Bless God O Aaron's family 20 His servants all of Levi's house Continually bless ye the Lord All every where that do him fear Daily bless God with one accord 21 In Sion God's own chosen place Bless him and there his praise record Who dwelleth at Jerusalem In holiness praise ye the Lord. PSALM CXXXVI The Scots Version 1 PRaise God for he is good His mercy lasts for aye 2 Give thanks with heart and mind To God of Gods alway For certainly His mercies dure Most firm and sure Eternally 3 The Lord of Lords praise ye Whose mercies still endure 4 Great wonders only he Doth work by his great power For certainly His mercies dure Most firm and sure Eternally 5 Which God Omnipotent By might and mercies high The Heav'ns and Firmament Did frame as you may see For certainly His mercies dure Most firm and sure Eternally 6 To him who did out-stretch This earth so great and wide Above the waters reach Making it to abide For certainly His mercies dure Most firm and sure Eternally 7 Great Lights he made to be For his grace lafteth aye 8 Such as the Sun we see To rule the lightsome day For certainly His mercies dure Most firm and sure Eternally 9 Also the Moon so clear Which shineth in our sight The Stars that do appear To guide the darksome night For certainly His mercies dure Most firm and sure Eternally 10 To him that Egypt smote Who did his message scorn And in his anger hot Did kill all their first-born For certainly His mercies dure Most firm and sure Eternally 11 Thence Israel out he brought For his grace lafteth ever 12 With a strong hand he wrought And stretch'd-out arm deliver For certainly His mercies dure Most firm and sure Eternally 13 The Sea he cut in two For his grace lasteth still 14 And through the midst to go Made his own Israel For certainly His mercies dure Most firm and sure
flesh and bones Vexed by sin and by thy wrath 3 My guilty soul doth bear its part With pained flesh in sin and grief Lord do not over-long delay To ease them both with thy relief 4 Return O Lord deliver me Do not this sinful soul forsake Pity and save a humbled wretch For thy own tender mercies sake 5 The lifeless Corps in silent dust Remember not thy holy name In darksome graves who give thee thanks Or do thy glorious praise proclaim 6 My flesh and soul are tired out With painful groans and sinful fears The night I spend in woful moans And wash my bed and Touch with tears 7 My feeble eyes do fail with grief Consumed by my daily woes Untimely dimness closeth them Increased by my cruel foes 8 But workers of iniquity Shall all with shame from me depart For God doth hear my tears and cries And will relieve my grieved heart 9 He hath and will receive my suit Lord tame thy servant's enemies Turn them with humbling grief and shame Who Truth and Righteousness despise PSALM VII 1 O Lord my God in thee I trust Me from my persecutors save 2 Deliver me lest they me tear Like Lions and there 's none to save 3 Lord if this ill deed I have done And guilty be of wickedness 4 If I with hurt did him reward Who liv'd by me in quiet peace Yea Lord thou knowest that I have Vs'd kindly and deliver'd those Who now are causelesly become My cruel persecuting foes 5 Then let me foes me persecute And take my life and let them thrust And tread me down on earth and lay My name and honour in the dust 6 Rise Lord in wrath lift up thy self Because of all mine enemies rage And for that right which thou command'st Do thou thy wakened power engage 7 So shall the peoples lovely crowd About with praise encompass thee For their sakes therefore take thy seat On high to judge and succour me 8 The Lord shall all the people judge Do thou O Righteous Lord judge me According to my righteousness And after mine integrity 9 O let the heinous wickedness Of wicked men come to an end Thou Lord who try'st the hearts and reins The just do thou stay and defend 10 Of God is my defence who saves Men upright in their heart and way 11 As God doth judge the just so he With sin is angry every day 12 If men turn not he 'll whet his sword The bow is vent and ready made The executing instruments Of death he also hath prepar'd 13 Against the Persecutors he His sharpned Arrows doth ordain For such as with iniquity Do travel as it were in pain 14 Mischief in secret they conceived And brought forth fals hood and deceit 15 They made a pit and digg'd a ditch And are themselves fallen into it 16 His mischief upon his own head In time shall be returned home His violent dealing at the last Down up on his own pate shall come 17 I 'le praise the Lord according to His truth and all his righteous ways And to the name of God most high Sing joyful songs of thanks and praise PSALM VIII 1 O Lord our Lord through all the earth How excellent is thy Great name Who hast thy Glory high advanc'd Above the Heavens and starry frame 2 From Infants and from Childrens mouths Thou Wisdomes power didst ordain For thy foes sake that so thou might'st The cruel wrath of them restrain 3 When I consider well the Heav'ns Which thy own hand and power fram'd The Moon and the bright shining Stars All which were by thy word ordain'd 4 Then say I what is man that thou Of him hast daily mindful been And what 's the son of man that thou So much regard'st and visit'st him 5 Thou mad'st him little lower than The blessed Angels in degree And hast with honour crowned him And with some rays of Majesty 6 Thou gavest him dominion O're all these great works of thy hand Thou hast subjected all to him To be at this ruling command 7 The Pasture Flocks the Oxen strong Do all to him obedience yield And thou subjectest unto him The very wild beasts of the field 8 The fowl that flyeth in the air The fish that in the seas do play And whatsoever through the deeps Of the great Ocean makes its way 9 Our Owner and our Governour Art thou the Lord of this great frame How excellent through all the earth Is thy most Holy Glorious name PSALM IX 1 I 'Le praise the Lord with my whole heart Thy wonders I 'le abroad proclaim 2 With gladness I 'le rejoyce in thee Most High and sing unto thy name 3 Mine enemies do turn their back They fall and perish at thy sight 4 Thou sat'st a just Judge on thy Throne And hast maintain'd my Cause and right 5 The Heathen thou rebuked hast The wicked thou hast overthrown Their very names thou hast put out Only to be as odious known 6 O Enemy thy destroying work Is now at last come to an end They ruin'd Cities but to death Their memory did with them descend 7 But God for ever shall endure For Judgment he hath set his Throne 8 He 'll judge the world in righteousness In uprightness he 'll judge each one 9 The Lord will be a high defence For those that are by men opprest In times of trouble he will be A refuge and a secure Rest 10 And they that know thy Name in Thee Their confidence will wholly place For thou didst never them forsake Who truly sought thy saving grace 11 Sing Praises to the Lord most high Who doth in holy Sion dwell The wondrous things which he hath done Among the people daily tell 12 He will at last enquire for blood And then he will remember them And surely he doth not forget The mournful cry of humble men 13 Have mercy Lord think on my grief And wrong which I from them sustain Who hate me Thou that liftest me Vp from the gates of death again 14 That in the gates of Sion's seed I may shew forth thy Glorious praise And in thy great salvation I will trust and rejoyce always 15 The Heathen are sunk in the pit Which they themselves for us had made And in the net which they had hid Justly their own foot is ensnar'd 16 The Lord is by the Judgment known Which he in wisdom justly wrought The wicked's hands did make the snare In which at last themselves are caught 17 To be cast off and turn'd to Hell This is the wicked's final lot And all the Nations of the world That God with fear remember not 18 The needy though a while distrest Shall not by thee be still forgot The expectations of the poor Though long defer'd yet perish not 19 Rise Lord and let not men prevail Who trust in fraud or worldly might Let heathens and ungodly men Be even here judged in thy sight 20 Put senseless ones in fear O Lord That the ungodly
Princes Zebulon And with them also Naphtali's 28 Thy God commands thy strength O God Confirm what thou for us hast wrought 29 For thy house at Jerusalem King's Presents shall to thee be brought 30 Spear-men and people rude rebuke Till all of them submissive are And tribute pay scatter thou them That do delight in strife and war 31 Princes shall then submit to thee And hither come from Egypt lands And Ethiopia to God Shall soon stretch out her subject hands 32 Sing unto God adoring praise O all ye people of the earth Sing praises to the Lord our God With reverence and holy mirth 33 To him that on the heaven of heavens Which was of old doth ride rejoyce His voice he sendeth all abroad It is a mighty dreadful voice 34 Ascribe ye power unto God Who reigns on high o're Israel And his great strength and excellence Doth in the heav'ns in glory dwell 35 Dreadful out of his holy place Is Israel's God who doth afford Unto his people strength and pow'r Blessed therefore be God our Lord. PSALM LXIX 1 SAve me O God for rising floods Unto my fearful soul are come 2 I sink in deep unstable mire Deep waters have me overflown 3 I of my crying weary am My voice is hoarse my throat is dry'd My eyes also do fall while I Do waiting for my God abide 4 More than my hairs of head they be Who causeless hatred to me bear And my injurious enemies That would destroy me mighty are Then I restored that to them Which never taken was by me 5 O God thou know'st my foolishness And my sins are not hid from thee 6 Let not them for my sake be sham'd O Lord of Hosts that wait on thee Nor those that seek thee Israel's God For my own cause confounded be 7 For thy sake I have born reproach And shame hath covered my face 8 I to my brethren strange am grown An Alien to my mother's race 9 Because the zeal did eat me up Which to thy sacred house I bear And the reproaches cast on thee Upon me fallen for thy cause are 10 When I in tears with fasting lay This to my own reproach was turn'd A Proverb to them I became 11 When I in sackcloth cloathed mourn'd 12 The great men that sit in the gate Spake of me all the ill they think And I was made the song of them That are the drinkers of strong drink 13 But Lord in an accepted time My Prayer I send up to thee Lord in thy mercies multitude And in thy saving truth hear me 14 Deliver me out of the mire And me from sinking in it keep Save me from them that do me hate And out of all these waters deep 15 Let not the floods me overflow Nor let the deeps up swallow me And let not the pit's mouth below Upon me buryed closed be 16 Hear me O Lord for thy sure love And kindness is exceeding good Turn thou to me according to Thy tender mercies multitude 17 From thy servant hide not thy face In this my trouble soon attend 18 Draw nigh my soul and it redeem And from mine enemies me defend 19 To thee is my reproach well known My shame and my causeless disgrace My adversaries and their ways Are open all before thy face 20 Reproach hath broke my heart and grief Abounds in me I lookt for some To pity me but there was none True comforters I found not one 21 They gave me also bitter gall For food which they would have me eat They gave me vinegar to drink In scorn when as my thirst was great 22 Let their own Table be their snare Do thou to them in justice make Their welfare and posterity Become a trap themselves to take 23 And let their eyes so darkened be That pleasant light do them forsake And let their weakned Ioyns by thee Be made continually to shake 24 Thy dreadful indignation Pour out upon these wicked men And let thy hot displeasure and Thy heavy wrath take hold on them 25 And let their stately palaces Be left as desolate within Their tents without inhabitants Where these ill men have dwellers bin 26 Because him whom thou didst correct Yet they have persecuted more They talk unto the grief of those Whom thou didst strike and wound before 27 Add thou deserved punishment Unto their hainous wilful sin And to thy saying righteousness Let them not have admission in 28 Out of the book of living men Let them by death be blotted quite And with the just that blessed are Do not their names number and write 29 But I am poor and sorrowful Because of my adversity But let thy saving grace O Lord Yet raise and set me up on high 30 The Name of God I with a song Will praise and honour joyfully And with thanksgiving for his grace The Lord's name I will magnifie 31 This also shall a sacrifice More acceptable to him be Than Bull or Ox with hoof and horns If they were offered by me 32 The meek and humble shall be glad And greatly joy when this they see Your hearts shall live that seek the Lord And ever comfortable be 33 Because the Lord doth hear the poor When they to him do cry and pray And doth not neglect or despise Those that for him in prison lay 34 Let the high heav'ns and spacious earth Unto Jehovah praises give The Ocean deep and every thing Which therein doth but creep and live 35 For God will surely Sion save And Judah's Cities again build That men may them possess and dwell In houses plentifully fill'd 36 And they that are his servants seed Shall be possessors of the same And they shall have their dwelling there Who do sincerely love his name PSALM LXX 1 O God from my distress and fear Do thou vouchsafe to set me free Make hast O Lord do thou afford Thy speedy saving help to me 2 Let them confounded be and sham'd Who do my death seek and conspire Confound them all and turn them back That do my hurt in heart desire 3 Let shame be their reward Let them Fly and be turned back by thee Who triumphing in my distress Do say in scorn Aha to me 4 Let all that truly seek thy face With joy be ever glad in thee Let all that thy salvation love Say still the Lord God praised be 5 But I am poor and weak O God Make hast to me and do not stay Thou art my Saviour and help Help Lord and make no more delay PSALM LXXI 1 IN thee O Lord I put my trust Let me no hurtful shame befal 2 In justice save me from my foes By thee let me escape them all Incline thine ear and save thou me 3 Be thou my strength my rock and fort My dwelling unto which I may For help and refuge still resort My safety is thy own Command My rock and fortress thou wilt be 4 From wicked unjust cruel men Do thou my God deliver me 5 For upon thee
my God alone My trust and hope do all depend Even from my raw and feeble youth It 's thou that didst me still defend 6 Thou hast sustain'd me from the womb It 's thou that safely didst take me From mother's bowels All my thanks And praise shall always be to thee 7 A wonder I to many am But thou art still my refuge strong 8 With thy praise let my mouth be fill'd And with thy honour all day long 9 Cast me not off now when old age And feebleness on me is come O do not me forsake at last When failing strength is almost gone 10 For those that are mine enemies Against me speak with bitter hate And they together counsel take Who for my life lay daily wait 11 They say His God in whom he trusts Doth wholly now this man forsake There 's none to save him now let us Him persecute and boldly take 12 O God in time of my distress Be not thou far from me away My God who art my only help Now help thou me without delay 13 Confound consume them all that are To my soul causeless enemies Let them be cloathed all with shame Who do my hurt seek and devise 14 But I will wholly trust in thee And hope in thee continually And yet with praises more and more Thy great name I will magnifie 15 Thy righteousness and saving help My mouth abroad shall daily show For I of all thy mercies great The numbers do not cannot know 16 In all my duty I 'le go on In thy strength only O my Lord And only thy own righteousness To men I 'le mention and record 17 Even from my tender youth O God By thee it is I have been taught And hitherto I have declar'd The wonders all which thou hast wrought 18 Now Lord forsake me not when I Old feeble and grey-headed grow Till to this age and all to come I shall thy strength and power show 19 High is thy righteousness O God And very great things thou hast done Lord who may be compar'd with thee Surely there is not any one 20 Thou Lord who troubles great and sore Didst bring on me and make me know Shalt quicken and bring me again Even from the depth of earth below 21 Yea thou my greatness shalt increase Thy blessings on me shall abound And with thy comforts and sweet peace Thou safely wilt enclose me round 22 I 'le use the pleasant Psaltery To make thy praises further known And with the Harp I 'le sing to thee O Israel's most Holy One. 23 My lips shall my great joy express When singing I thy praises sound My soul which thou redeemed hast Shall with her holy joy abound 24 And of thy righteousness my tongue Shall talk with joy all the day long For they confounded are with shame Who sought my hurt and-death with wrong PSALM LXXII 1 LOrd give thy judgments to the King And to his son thy righteousness 2 With right he shall thy people judge Thy poor with truth and uprightness 3 Then shall the mountains great and firm Bring to the neighbour people peace So also shall the little hills By pleasant fruits of righteousness 4 The poorest people he shall judge And he shall save the poor and weak And those that their oppressors are Cast down he shall in pieces break 5 And even from age to age shall they Reverence thy name and fear thy might As long as Sun doth shine by day Or as the Moon doth shine by night 6 He shall come down like fruitful rain Upon the grounds of late mown grass And as for watering the dry earth Refreshing showers from heav'n do pass 7 Just men shall flourish in his days And all shall have abundant peace And this continued shall be Until the Moon to shine doth cease 8 His great and blest dominion shall Widely from Sea to Sea extend And from the River it shall reach To the earth's remote utmost end 9 Those that dwell in the wilderness Humbly bow down before him must And they that are his enemies Must crowch and lick the very dust 10 The Kings of Tarshish and the Isles To him shall costly Presents bring The King of Sheba and Seba Shall send their gifts and offering 11 Yea all the greatest Kings on earth Shall prostrate down before him fall The many nations of the world Shall also humbly serve him all 12 The weak and needy he will save When they for help to him do call Also the poor and forlorn man That hath no humane help at all 13 Those that are low and indigent He shall in tender mercy spare And not oppress but save the souls Of them that weak and needy are 14 Their souls from fraud and violence His pow'r and mercy shall redeem Their blood he shall not vilifie But it as precious shall esteem 15 He shall live and to him shall be Presented Sheba's finest gold He shall be pray'd for constantly And daily be his praise extoll'd 16 The corn that grows on mountain tops Prosp'ring the reaper's hand shall fill The fruit thereof shall wave and shake Like trees on woody Lebanon hill His City shall be flourishing With store of Citizens abound Even as the green and plenteous grass Doth flourish on the fertile ground 17 His name shall last His father's name By him his son continue shall And men in him shall blessed be All nations him shall blessed call 18 And blessed be his holy name For ever by all living men 19 And with his glory let the earth Be wholly fill'd Amen Amen PSALM LXXIII 1 YEt surely God is ever good To all his Israel and to them Whose hearts are purify'd and clean And that are upright hearted men 2 But yet my weakness was so great In my time of temptation That my foot-steps had well-nigh slipt My stumbling feet were almost gone 3 For at the fools who flourished I grudg'd and looked enviously When as I saw how wicked men Do live in great prosperity 4 For there are no bands in their death Their strength shews they are fully fed 5 Other mens troubles they escape And are not like them chastened 6 Therefore with pride as with a chain About they all encompass'd are And covered with violence It as a garment they do wear 7 Their eyes stand out with fat they have More than their very hearts can wish 8 They are corrupt their wicked speech Oppressing lofty and pâ—oud is 9 They set their mouth against the Heav'ns In their prophane blaspheming talk And their reviling lavish tongue At large throughout the earth doth walk 10 And hereupon his people do Hither themselves return agen And waters of a vessel full Are drawn and wrung out unto them 11 And thus they say How can it be That God all this doth note and know And that there is in the most high Knowledge of things done here below 12 Behold these the ungodly are Who live in health and fleshly ease Who prosper in the present
the wondrous works which he For us the Sons of Men hath done 32 And when the people congregate Let them his Name in triumph raise And in the Elders assemblies Let all there celebrate his praise 33 To Desarts he the Rivers turns And water springs into dry ground 34 A fruitful land to barrenness When wickedness doth there abound 35 He desarts turns to water-pools And dry ground into water springs 36 And there he makes the hungry dwell And them to build a City brings 37 To sow the fields and plant vineyards Which may yield them fruit of increase 38 He blesseth them they multiply Their flocks preserveth from decrease 39 But yet in this unconstant state They are diminished again And for their sins they are brought low Opprest afflicted and in pain 40 On Princes he doth pour contempt And wandring causeth them to stay In desart places for their sin Where desolate they find no way 41 Yet setteth he the poor on high From their contempt and miseries And like to great increasing flocks Giveth them prosperous families 42 All this the righteous shall perceive And shall rejoice these things to see And the mouth of iniquity Shall ever stopt and silent be Who so is wise and will these things Observe and in their minds record They shall well understand and taste The loving kindness of the Lord. PSALM CVIII 1 O God my heart is fixt I will sing and give praise 2 My Glory Psaltery Harp and self For this I 'll early raise 3 Among the people all I 'll praise thy name O God Thy praises I will sing among The Nations all abroad 4 For great thy mercy is Above the Heavens high Thy truth and faithfulness doth reach Above the cloudy Skie 5 Above the Heavens O God Be thou exalted high And over all the spacious earth Thy Glory magnifie 6 That thy beloved Ones Delivered may be O save them with thine own right hand And hear and answer me 7 I will rejoice for God Spake from his holy Seat Shechem I will divide and will The Vale of Succoth mete 8 Gilead is only mine Manasseh mine shall be Ephraim is the strength of my Head Juda gives Laws for me 9 Moab my washpot is On Edom I will tread And the Philistine-Nation all In triumph I will lead 10 Who will bring me into The City fortify'd And who will into Edom's Land My conquering Army guide 11 Even he that cast us off And wilt not thou O God Again go forth before our Hosts When â—hey do march abroad 12 From trouble give us help For vain is all Mens aid 13 Through God we shall do valiantly Our Foes he down will tread PSALM CIX 1 O Thou that art God of my praise Neglect me not hold not thy peace 2 For Mouths of wicked lying Men To speak against me do not cease The Mouths of false deceitful Men Against me widely opened be And with a false and lying Tongue Thou knowest they have accused me 3 They did beset me round about With bitter words of hateful spight And though I gave to them no Cause Against me they did speak and fight 4 They for my love became my foes But I did give my self to pray 5 They me with ill for good reward And hatred for my love repay 6 Set over him a wicked Man Let Satan stand at his right hand 7 And let his Prayer become sin Let him when judged be condemn'd 8 Let his days be but few and short His Office let another take 9 Let his Children be Fatherless His Wife do thou a Widow make 10 Let his Children wander and beg And seek their Bread in Desert soil 11 The Extortioner caâ—ch all he hath Let Strangers all his Labours spoil 12 Let none to him Mercy extend Nor pity to his Orphans show 13 Let his Off-spring be quite cut off And the next Age his name not know 14 Let God his Father's Wickedness In Justice to remembrance call Let unto him his Mother's sin Be never blotted out at all 15 But let their sins and them be seen Before the Lord continually That he may cut off from the Earth Their very Name and Memory 16 Because he did not Mercy show But persecute the Weak and Poor That such as were of broken heart He might destroy or break yet more 17 As he in cursing did delight Upon himself so let it come In blessing he delighted not So him let it be still far from 18 As he with cursing cloath'd himself As garments cloath adorned ones As water let it on him come And like to oil into his bones 19 As garments to him let it be Even as his covering and array And as a girdle on his loins Wherewith he girded is alway 20 From God let this be the reward To him that is mine enemy And of them that against my Soul Do evil speak maliciously 21 But for thy own name sake O Lord Do thou in mercy deal with me Thy mercies good therefore O Lord By it let me delivered be 22 I poor and needy am my heart Wounded in me hath comfort lost 23 Like the declining shadow sunk And like the flitting Locust tost 24 My knees with fasting are grown weak My fatness and my flesh are worn 25 To them that see me a reproach They shake their heads at me in scorn 26 Help me O Lord my God and let Thy mercy my deliverance bring 27 That they may know it is thy hand And that the Lord hath done the thing 28 Bless thou whenever they do curse When they rise let them shamed be But let thy faithful Servants all Be glad and still rejoice in thee 29 And let my causless enemies Be cloathed with shame and disgrace And let confusion mantle like Become the covering of their face 30 But with my mouth I daily will Declare the praises of the Lord And among the great multitude His praises I 'll speak and record 31 For he shall stand at the right hand Of the oppressed to controul Their foes and save them from those Men who do condemn the guiltless Soul PSALM CX 1 THE Lord to my Lord said Sit thou at my right hand Till I thy foes a foot stool make Subject to thy command 2 God will from Sion send The rod of thy great power In midst of all thine enemies Be thou the Governour 3 A willing people in Thy reign shall come to thee In holy joys from mourning's womb Thy youth like dew shall be 4 The Lord himself hath sworn And will repent it never Of the order of Melchizedeck Thou art a Priest for ever 5 The great and glorious Lord Who is at thy right hand Shall in his day of wrath strike through Kings who do thee withstand 6 The heathen he shall judge And graves fill with the dead And over many Countries he Shall wound their proudest head 7 He shall drink of the brook That runneth in the way Therefore shall he lift up the head In his triumphing day