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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11474	A paraphrase upon the divine poems. By George Sandys; Paraphrase upon the Psalmes of David	Sandys, George, 1578-1644.; Lawes, Henry, 1596-1662.; Sandys, George, 1578-1644. aut	1638 (1638)	STC 21725; ESTC S116693	156,321	326

corners kill His eyes with fierce intent Upon the poore are bent Part. 2 He like a Lion in his den Awaits to catch oppressed men Who unaware Light in his snare His couched limbs contracts that then with all his strength he may Rush on his wretched prey His heart hath said God hath forgot He hides his face he mindes it not Arise O Lord Draw thy just sword Nor out of thy remembrance blot The poore and desolate O shield them from his hate Why should the wicked God despise And say he lookes with carelesse eyes Their well seene spight Thou shalt requite The poore O Lord on Thee relies Thou help'st the fatherlesse Whom cruell men oppresse Asunder breake the armes of those VVho ill affect and good oppose Their crimes explore Untill no more Lurke in their bosomes to disclose Eternall King thy Hand Hath chac'd them from thy Land Lord thou hast heard thy Servants prayer Thou wilt their humble hearts prepare Thy gracious Eare Inclin'd to heare The Fatherlesse and worne with care Judge thou that Mortalls may No more with outrage sway PSALME XI As the 9. MY God on Thee my hopes relie VVhy say they to my troubled Soule Arise up to your Mountaine flie Flie quickely like a chaced Foule For loe the wicked bend their bowes Their arrowes fitt with secret Art That closely they may shoot at those VVho are upright and pure in heart If their foundation be destroy'd VVhat can the Righteous build upon God in his Temple doth abide Heaven is the great Jehovah's Throne His Eyes behold his Eye-lids trie The Sonnes of men allowes the best But such as joy in crueltie The Lord doth from his Soule detest Snares horrid Tempest Brimstone Fire Their portion on their heads shall light Th'intirely Just affects th' Intire For ever precious in his sight PSALME XII HElpe Lord for Godly men decay From Mortalls Faith enforced flies And with their sins Companions they Talke of affected Vanities Their flattering Tongues abound with Lies Their double Hearts bent to betray God shall those flattering Lips confound And Tongues which swell with proud Disdaine Whose boastings arrogantly sound Our Tongues the conquest shall obtaine They are our owne who shall restraine Or to our Wills prescribe a bound But forth ' Oppression of the Poore And VVretches sighes which pierce the Skies VVho pitie at his Throne implore The Lord hath said I will arise And from their Foes who them despise Deliver all that me adore Gods Vvord is pure as pure as Gold In melting Furnace seven times try'd His Armes for ever shall infold All those who in his truth abide The wicked range on every side VVhen vitious men the Scepter hold PSALME XIII CANT BASS HOw long Lord let me not For ever be forgot How long my God wilt thou Contract thy clouded brow How long in mind perplext Shall I be daily vext How long shall he controll Who persecutes my soule Consider heare my cries Illuminate mine eyes Lest with exhausted breath I ever sleepe in Death Lest my insulting Foe Boast in my overthrow And those who would destroy In my subversion joy But I Thou ever Just Will in thy Mercie trust And in thy saving Grace My constant Comfort place My Songs shall sing thy Praise That hast prolong'd my Dayes PSALME XIIII CANT BASS THe foole hath said in his false heart God cares not what to Man succeeds Abominable are their deeds All ill affect from Good depart Jehovah Mans rebellious Race Beheld from his celestiall Throne To see if there were any one That understood or sought his Face All from forsaken Truth are flowne Corrupt in Bodie such in Soule Defil'd within without as foule None Good indeavours no not One. Are all that worke Iniquitie By Ignorance so blindly led My People they devoure like Bread Nor call on him who sits on high Their Consciences with terrour quake Since God doth with the Just abide For Poore mens Counsels they deride VVho him for their Protection take O that unto thy Israel Salvation might from Sion Spring When God shall us from Bondage bring No joy shall Jacobs joy excell PSALME XV. CANT BASS VVHo shall in thy Tent abide On thy Holy Hill reside He that 's Just and Innocent Tells the truth of his intent Slanders none with venom'd Tongue Feares to doe his Neighbour wrong Fosters not base Infamies Vice beholds with scornefull Eyes Honours those who feare the Lord Keepes though to his losse his Word Takes no Bribes for wicked ends Nor to Use his Money lends Who by these directions guide Their pure steps shall never slide PSALME XVI As the 8. PReserve me my undoubted Aid To whom thou O my Soule hast said Thou art my God no good in me Nor Merit can extend to Thee But to thy blessed Saints that dwell On Earth whose Graces most excell Those ravish me with pure delight Their sorrowes shall be infinite Who other Gods with gifts adore Their bloudie Offerings I abhorre Nor shall their Names my Lips profane But God my Lot will still maintaine He is my Portion he bestowes The Cup that with his Bountie flowes I have a pleasant Seat obtain'd A faire and large Possession gain'd The Lord will I for ever praise Whose Counsels have inform'd my VVayes And my inflamed Zeale excite To serve him in the silent Night He is my Object by his Hand Confirm'd immoveable I stand Joy hath my Heart and Tongue possest My Flesh in constant Hope shall rest Thou wilt not leave my Soule alone In Hell nor let thy Holy One Corruption see but that High-way To Everlasting Life display Thy Presence yeelds intire delight At thy Right hand Joyes infinite PSALME XVII As the 31. LOrd grant my just Request O heare my crie And Pray'rs that lips untoucht with guile unfold My Cause before thy High Tribunall try And let thine Eyes my Righteoussnesse behold Thou prov'st my Heart even in the Nights recesse Like mettall try'st me yet no Drosse hast found I am resolv'd my Tongue shall not transgresse But on thy Word will all my Actions ground So shall I from the Paths of Tyrants flie O lest I slip direct my Steps by Thine I Thee invoke for thou wilt heare my Crie Thine Eare to my afflicted Voice incline O shew thy wondrous Love Thou from their Foes Preservest all that on thy Ayd depend Lord as the Apple of the Eye inclose And over me thy shadie Wings extend Part 2 For Impious men and such as deadly hate My guiltlesse Soule have compast me about Who swell with Pride inclos'd with their owne fat And words of contumely thunder out Our traced steps intrap as in a Toile Low-couched on the Earth with flaming Eyes Like famisht Lions eager of their Spoile Or Lions Whelpes close lurking to surprise Arise prevent him from his Glory hurl'd My pensive Soule from the Devourer save From Men which are thy scourge Men of the World VVho in this Life alone their Portion have Fill'd with thy secret Treasure

the Silk-worms womb Such as a Conquerer become Great God! So perishall thy Foes Love such as love thee O let those Shine like the Sun when he displaies I' th' Orient his increasing Raies 1 SAMVEL II. As the 29. Psalme GOD hath rais'd my head on high O my Heart inlarge thy joy God hath now my Tongue unti'd To retort their scorne and pride In thy Grace I will rejoyce Praise thee while I have a voyce VVho so holy as our Lord VVho but he to be ador'd VVho such Wonders can effect Who so strongly can protect Be no longer arrogant Nor in Folly proudly vaunt God our secret thoughts displaies All our works his Ballance weighes Giants Bowes his Forces breake He with strength invests the Weake Who were full now serve for bread Those who serv'd infranchised Barren VVombs with Children flow Fruitfull Mothers childlesse grow Part. 2 God fraile Man of life deprives Those who sleepe in Death revives Leads us to our silent Tombes Brings us from those horrid Roomes Riches sends sends Poverty Casteth downe and lifts on high He from the despised Dust From the Dunghill takes the Just To the height of Honour brings Plants them in the Thrones of Kings God Earths mighty Pillars made He the World upon them laid He his Servants feet will guide Wicked Soules who swell with Pride Will in endlesse Darknesse chaine Since all humane strength is vaine He shall grind his Enemies Blast with Lightning from the Skies Judge the habitable Earth All of high and humble birth Shall with strength his King renowne And his Christ with Glory crowne II. SAMUVEL I. As the 39. Psalme THY Beauty Israel is fled Sunke to the Dead How are the Valiant fal'n the Slaine Thy Mountaines staine O let it not in Gath be knowne Nor in the streets of Ascalon Lest that sad Story should excite Their dire delight Lest in the Torrent of our woe Their pleasure flow Lest their triumphant Daughters ring Their Cymbals and curs'd Paeans sing You Hils of Gilboa never may You Offrings pay No Morning Deaw nor fruitfull showers Cloth you with Flowers Saul and his Armes there made a Spoile As if untoucht with sacred Oyle The Bow of noble Jonathan Great Battailes wan His Arrows on the Mighty fed With Slaughter red Saul never rais'd his Arme in vaine His Sword still glutted with the Slaine How lovely O how pleasant when They liv'd with Men Then Eagles swifter stronger farre Then Lions are Whom love in life so strongly ty'd The stroke of Death could not divide Sad Israels Daughters weepe for Saul Lament his fall Who fed you with the Earths increase And crown'd with Peace With Robes of Tyrian Purple deckt And Gems which sparkling light reflect How are thy Worthies by the Sword Of Warre devour'd O Jonathan the better part Of my torne Heart The salvage Rocks have drunke thy bloud My Brother O how kind how good Thy love was great O never more To Man Man bore No Woman when most passionate Lov'd at that rate How are the Mighty fal'n in fight They and their Glory set in Night II. SAMVEL VII As the 4. Psalme MY Lord my God O who am I Or what is my poore Family That thou should'st crowne With Power renowne And raise my Throne on high As this were little in my place Hast promis'd to confirme my Race Doe men O Lord To men afford Such such transcendent Grace Not to be hop'd for nor desir'd Not to be utter'd but admir'd My Thoughts to me Then they to thee Lesse knowne when most retir'd These great things did'st Thou to fulfill Thy Word and never-changing Will Into my Sight This knowing Light Thy Wisdomes Beames distill In Goodnesse as in Power compleat No God but thee O who so great All this of old Our Fathers told And often did repeat What Nation breaths who can or dare With thee O Israel compare For whom alone God left his Throne As his peculiar Care To amplifie his Name to doe Such great such fearefull things for you Such Wonders wrought From Aegypt brought From men from gods withdrew Establisht by divine Decree That thou might'st be our God and we For evermore Thy Name adore As consecrate to Thee Part. 2 Now Lord effect what thou hast said The Promise to thy Servant made Confirme by Deed What to his Seed Thy Word long since displaid Great God O be thou magnifi'd VVhose Hands the strife of VVarre decide Let Davids Race Before thy Face For ever fixt abide Thou saidst who Israel dost protect I will my Servants House erect My Thoughts indu'd With gratitude These Prayers to Thee direct Thou Lord in Goodnesse infinite VVhose VVord and Truth like Twins unite Thy Promise hath Confirm'd my Faith And fill'd me with delight Be then my House for ever blest Of thy deare Presence still possest Thus hast thou said This Promise made O with thy Grace invest ESAY V. As the 9. Psalme NOw I to my Beloved will A Song of my Beloved sing He hath a Vineyard on a Hill VVhich all the Yeare enjoy'd the Spring This he inclosed with a Mound Pickt up the Stones which scatter'd lay VVith generous Vines plants the rich Ground Dig'd pruin'd and weeded every day To presse the Clusters made a Frame Plac'd in a new erected Tower But when th' expected Vintage came For good the Grapes prov'd wild and sowre You who on Judah's Hils reside VVho Citizens of Salem be Doe you the Controverse decide Betweene my Vineyard judge and me Though partiall Judge Could I have more To my ungratefull Vineyard done Yet such unpleasant Clusters bore Vnworthy of the soyle or Sunne Then know This Vineyard late my Joy Manured with such diligence Wild Bores and Foxes shall destroy When I have trampled downe her Fence Then shall she unregarded lye Vndig'd unpruin'd with Brambles spread No gentle Clouds shall on her dry And thirsty Wombe their moisture shed That ancient House of Israel The great Jehovahs Vineyard is They who on Judah's Mountaines dwell Those choice and pleasant Plants of his From whom he Justice did expect But Rapine and Oppression found Thought they sweet Concord would affect When all with Strife and Cryes abound ESAY XXVI As the 2. Psalme OVR Sion strongly is secur'd Which God himselfe hath fortifi'd High Bulwarks rais'd on every side And with immortall Walls immur'd Her Gates at their approach display Who Justice love and Truth obey Who fix on him their confidence He will in constant Peace preserve O then with Faith Jehovah serve Your strong and ever sure Defence VVho hurles the Mighty from their Thrones And Cities turnes to Heaps of stones Their Structures levels with the Floore VVhich Sepulchres of Dust inclose Trod underneath the Feet of those That were of late Despis'd and Poore Straight is the VVay the Righteous tread By Thee at once inform'd and led For we thy Judgements Lord expect And onely on thy Grace relye To thy great Name and Memory Th' Affections of our Soules erect My