a Laurell green and like a Cedar tall 36 He past away and loe was gone this Lord of so much ground I sought him but of such a one no footstep could be found 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 37 See and observe the Perfects close the righteous man attend What ever pressure him oppose peace is his after-end 38 Together where transgressors all shall be destroi'd in haste Of wicked men their endlesse fall shall cut them off at last 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 39 To all the righteous from the Lord doth their salvation flow Whose strength to them doth strength afford when trouble strikes them low By them the Lord their helper stands deliverer of the Just Deliverer-safe from wicked hands because in him they trust PSAL. 38. Domine ne in furore Psalmus Davidis ad commemorandum MY faults let no reproofe of thine Lord in thy wrath repeat Nor chastise any crime of mine in thy displeasures heat 2 A show'r of arrowes shot from thee come storming on my crowne And some of them sticke fast in mee thy hand doth presse mee downe 3 My flesh is all un-sound within in thy displeasure lest My bones by reason of my sin are of their peace berest 4 My wickednesses heaped store above my head is gone The burthen of them is too sore for mee to beare alone 5 My festred stripes a loathsome sent my foolishnesse bewray 6 So crooked I so bow'd so bent goe mourning all the day 7 My flankes inflam'd with scorching smarts that in my boiles abound My flesh that hath so many parts not any part hath sound 8 I feeble am and broken sore in mine unquiet fits For griefe of heart I groan and roare my paine so neere mee sits 9 Before thee Lord my whole desire my sighes not hid from thee 10 My heart doth pant my strength expire mine eye-sight not with mee 11 Alooffe my loving neighbours stood before my stroake at hand My friends the neerest of my bloud strove who should furthest stand 12 And they that seeke my soule set snares that evill search and say To circumvent mee unawares went musing all the day 13 I like a deafe man am become that heares no sound at all As from whose mouth a man strook dumbe not any word doth fall 14 As one not hearing held I fast mine eares mine answers hold As one un-meeke reproofes to cast whose mouth was not the mold 15 Because O Lord I wait for thee for thee my hopes awake Thou Lord my God shalt answer mee and answer for mee make 16 Heare mee in this distresse said I lest they rejoyce at mee And when my foot but steps awry they magnifie to see 17 And ready sure I am to halt so hard thy hand doth straine Continually with fresh assault before mee is my paine 18 My crimes I freely will confesse and openly declare Be sorry for my sinnes excesse with un dissembled care 19 Yet live my mighty foeâ— the while their power with mine compare And they that doubled hate with guile how multipli'd they are 20 And they that evill pay for good for gaine returne mee losse Against mee that for goodnesse stood ungraciously stand crosse 21 Me doe not thou O Lord forsake nor farre from mee be gone 22 My God more haste to help mee make Lord my salvation PSAL. 39. Dixi custodiam Ad Praestantem ad Ieduthun Psalmus David WHat waies my wary foot shall presse I will said I take heed And with my tongue lest I transgresse advisedly proceed My mouth from speaking word amisse as with a bridle curbe Before mee while the wicked is lest some distaste disturbe 2 With stilnesse dumb I nothing spake from termes I did refraine Even good untill my heart did ake and troubled was my paine 3 My heart was hot in my desire which silence smoth'red long While thus I mus'd out burst the fire then spake I with my tongue 4 Lord make mee know my journies end the measure of my daies That I may learne what is to spend how ceasing soon my waies 5 Loe tâ—ou hast given my daies a span my world as nothing plaine Before thee every settled man is doubtlesse wholly vaine Selah 6 Sure shadow-like man makes a shew in vaine they vexe their mind He heaps up goods and doth not know what gatherer them shall find 7 And now Lord what doe I expect on whom doe I attend On thee doe all my hopes reflect in thee begin and end 8 From all my foes deliver mee that on my shame encroach And make mee not for faults to thee to be the fooles reproach 9 As one strook dumbe depriv'd of sense complaint my mouth made none Nor opened once that two-leav'd fence for thou didst what was done 10 Thy plague away from mee revoke more than I can withstand That am consumed by the stroke of thy resistlesse hand 11 When man for sinne thy chastning wroth with stripes calls home againe Thou melt'st his beauty like a Moth sure earthly man is vaine Selah 12 Heare Lord my praier and with thine eares consider of my cries Hold not thy peace my speaking teares hot-showring from mine eies For I a stranger am with thee nor seat have certaine here A sojourner thou harbour'st mee as all my fathers were 13 O spare mee with a little breath my strength to mee restore Before I goe from hence to death and then I be no more PSAL. 40. Expectans expectavi Ad Praestantem Davidis Psalmus AS waiting for the Lord I stai'd I waited patiently And he to mee with present aide inclining heard my cry 2 He brought mee from the groaning pit out of the my'rie clay Upon a rocke my feet did fit and ord'red all my way 3 He gave into my mouth a song that newly was compil'd A Psalme to praise that did belong and to our God was stil'd This sight shall many eies behold and feare what he hath done Their hopes shall on the Lord lay hold by my example wonne 4 Blest is the man whose hopes reflect upon the Lord his eies That to the proud gives no respect nor such as turne to lies 5 O Lord my God thy wonders wrought thy thoughts no thought of man As thou to us to thee hath brought nor bring in order can 6 When I to speake of them addresse and would their summe declare Names greater than I can expresse past number summes they are 7 No sacrifice didst thou desire yet opened hast mine eares Nor offring-burnt for sinne require which bloud-stain'd Altar beares 8 My selfe I come then said I loe the booke-roll to attest Thy will my God I joy to doe thy Law is in my brest 9 I to the great Assembly told the Justice that thou shew'st Nor shall my lips refraine behold and that O Lord thou know'st 10 Thy Justice did I not obscure hid in my heart to dwell Thy faithfulnesse did I assure and thy salvation tell Thy loving kindnesse have I not nor yet thy truth conceal'd Nor in the great
when she me conceiv'd conceiv'd in heat of sin 6 Loe truth within mine inmost part doth thy delight affect And thou the secret of my heart by wisedome shalt direct 7 With hyssop purifie this deed so purg'd I cleane shall grow Wash mee my whitenesse shall exceed the whitenesse of the snow 8 Of joy and gladnesse make me heare thy reconciling voice The bones by thee that broken were shall then afresh rejoyce 9 Hide from my sins thy face forget what follies I have done All my misdeeds blot out and let thy wrath remember none 10 Cleane heart to me O God create this spirit of mine subdue Right spirit in me regenerate and re-inspire anew 11 And cast me not but of thy face where sight I may possesse Nor from my sinfull flesh displace thy Spirit of Holinesse 12 The joy that thy salvation gives restore to me againe And with thy Spirit where freedome lives my sin-bound soule sustaine 13 Then shall I teach transgressors all within thy waies to tread And sinners my example shall to thee converted lead 14 Deliver me O God from bloud pale deaths polluted spring God of my health my tongue aloud shall of thy Justice sing 15 My sin-shut lips Lord open thou with thy kind mercies keyes So then my mouth will I bestow in setting forth thy praise 16 For sacrifice none thou requir'st else would I give it thee Burnt-offrings neither thou desir'st nor thy delights they be 17 A wounded spirits heart-breaking smart to God burnes sacrifice A broken and a contrite heart thou God wilt not despise 18 On Sion as thy goodnesse falls with wonted favour fill'd Of thy Jerusalem the walls on thy good pleasure build 19 Then sacrifice of righteousnesse to please thee shall ascend Burnt-offrings whole thine Altar presse and frequent Calves contend PSAL. 52. Quid gloriaris Ad Praestantem Mâ—schil Davidis Cùm veniret Doeg Idumaeus nunciaret Sauli ac diceret illi Venit David in domum Achimelec WHy dost thou Tyrant mischiefe boast how much thou canst procure Gods mercy doe thy worst and most doth daily yet endure 2 Thy tongue of evill doth entreat which forth thy falshood puts As thou with doing of deceit so sharp no razor cuts 3 At evill more than good to reach thy earnest love is bent And then on Justice is thy speech on falshood rather spent 4 To speake all words that may devoure thy lewd desire doth long To swallow up where thou hast power O thou deceitfull tongue 5 For ever thee shall God destroy and from thy dwelling place From where the living land enjoy rend and root out thy race 6 And this the Just shall also see and seeing this shall feare And laugh to scorne the Brave whom he thus brought to nought shall heare 7 Behold the strong that of his state not God the strength did seat Whose trust was in his riches rate in evill only great 8 I alwaies like an Olive green my growth of daies to spend Shall in the House of God be seen whose mercy I attend 9 Thy deeds my praises shall proclaime in publike evermore And patiently expect thy Name so good thy Saints before PSAL. 53. Dixit Insipiens Ad Praestantem super Mahalath Psalmus Davidis THere is no God in heart to say so farre the foole is gone Corrupt and odious is their way good-doer there is none 2 Downe from the Heavens God look't to see what Adams sons desir'd Of understanding who was he that after God enquir'd 3 Out of the way they are all gone gone altogether backe Good deed good-doer none not one of all their loathsome packe 4 Is all their understanding fled to wicked workes that fall That eate my people up like bread on God they never call 5 There did they feare where was no feare to fright those guilty ones For God hath scattered here and there the proud besiegers bones 6 Them to confusion hast thou sent thine enemies surpriz'd With shame of sin the best event for God hath them despis'd 7 Salvations who to Israel shall out of Sion give When they that now in bondage dwell no longer captives live His people home when God hath had of whom he made his choice Then Jacobs Nation shall be glad and Israel rejoyce PSAL. 54. Deus in nomine Ad Praestantem in Neghinoth Mâ—schil Davidis cùm venissent Ziphaei dixissent Sauli Nonne David abscondit se nobiscum THy Name in this distresse of mine O God to save mee send To judge me as revenge is thine thy powerfull strength extend 2 Unto my praier O God draw neere that I to thee commend And of my mouth the words to heare thine eare attentive bend 3 For strangers up against me rise and tyrants take the way Not taking God before their eies to marke my soule their prey Selah 4 But God my helper is behold in my defence to stand To help them that my soule uphold the Lord is neere at hand 5 By evill that my foes contrive of their desir'd successe His like reward shall them deprive them in thy truth suppresse 6 An offring of a free-will'd heart to thee will I present And praise thy Name O Lord that art to goodnesse wholly bent 7 For by the helps he did apply my troubles all expire And on mine enemies mine eye hath seen my full desire PSAL. 55. Exaudi Deus Ad Praestantem in Neghinoth Maschil Davidis UNto my praier O God give eare that where thou art in place My supplication may come there and thou not hide thy face 2 Intend and answer my complaint with straining up my voice In these extremes of woe that faint and make a troubled noise 3 The enemies reproaches ring the wicked raise debate Iniquitie on me they bring and wroth the hand of hate 4 My heart within me troubled sore is rack't to sorrowes height Than death it selfe deaths terrours more oppresse me with their weight 5 Upon me feare and trembling fell and over me at last My sorrowes best befitting cell a covering horrour cast 6 O had I of a Dove said I the wing to waft my brest I then from these assaults would flie and find some seat of rest 7 Hence would I get me farre behold and in the Deserts bide Where I could seaze some safer hold my harmlesse head to hide 8 Hence would I hasten mine escape and horrour left behind Exchange my shelter and my shape to shun the stormy wind 9 Their discord-tongues O Lord divide by swallowing up their life For in the Citie have I spi'd that rapine reignes and strife 10 Upon the walls thereof they goe in compasse day and night And in the midst thereof by woe stands mischiefe arm'd with might 11 Within her who there walkes awhile but wickednesse he meets Dissembling mates deceit and guile depart not from her streets 12 For not my foe was my disgrace his blow I could have borne From open hate have hid my face had he heav'd up his horne 13 But it
mercy store 17 And from thy servant cease to hide thy face in time of need In my distresses springing tide to answer me make speed 18 Draw neere my soule and cleare the debt for my redemption due Deliver me whom sore beset mine enemies pursue 19 Reproach and shame thou know'st have brought mine honour in disgrace All this have my distressors wrought and all before thy face 20 Rebuke hath broken through my heart some balme for sorrowes wound I sought but none to salve my smart no comforter I found 21 For food to eate they gave me gall my hungry taste to dine For drinke when thirsty I did call they gave me eagre wine 22 Let be their table made their snare to trap themselves withall And well what might have made them fare be warp to make them fall 23 Darke eies let darker judgement bleare nor sight nor fore-sight take And make their loines for guilty feare continually to shake 24 Thine indignation on them powre with dread to strike them cold Or let thy hot displeasures showre upon their heads take hold 25 Waste let their ruin'd Castle lie no hand their soile manure Nor Lord nor Tenant hold thereby no head their Tents endure 26 For whom thou smit'st they persecute thou chastenest they confound And how to mischiefe they dispute where thou hast made a wound 27 From wickednesse to wickednesse let their offences fall And to thy Justice have accesse of them let none at all 28 Out of the Booke let them be crost where thine Elected live And with the Just no name engrost of them no notion give 29 As poore and pensive as I stand thy saving healths supply Let find O God a powerfull hand to raise me up on hie 30 To blesse thy Name O God will I a Psalme of praises bring And with confession magnifie his mercy whom I sing 31 And this shall doe the Lord more good and better please in proofe Than tendrest Bullockes reeking blood in pride of horne and hoofe 32 To see this sight with joy of heart it shall transport the meeke Your soule from life shall not depart if after God ye seeke 33 For to the poore the Lord gives eare his prisoners cares to keep 34 Heavens Earth and Seas his praises beare and all that in them creep 35 For his Mount Sion God will save and Judah's Cities build That there their dwellings men may have with heires of promise fill'd 36 And of his servants shall the seed possesse the heritage And they that love his Name succeed therein from age to age PSAL. 70. Deus in adjutorium Ad Praestantem Psal. Davidis ad recordandum NOw now in my extremes of need O lose no time in waste Deliver me O God with speed to help me Lord make haste 2 Shame and confusion on them lie that seeke my soules annoy Turn'd backe and blushing let them flie that in my evill joy 3 Let this reward their wages pay to send them backe with shame Aha in scorne to me that say and make my griefe their game 4 Let them that seeke thee all alway in thee with joy abide Let thy Salvations lovers say still God be magnifi'd 5 To me poore soule so low downe cast O God make speed away My help and my deliverer haste O Lord make no delay PSAL. 71. In te Domine FOr ever me that in thee trust Lord let not shame deprave 2 My plaintiffe-soule as thou art just deliver heare and save 3 Be thou where I may enter still my Rocke of residence To save me is thy Precepts will the Fort of my defence 4 The raging hand my God becalme assert my libertie Safe from the evill-doers palme sow'r-leav'nd in crueltie 5 For thou Lord God art of my rest the long-expected scope Thou art my weaner from the breast mine infant-ages hope 6 My navill since the wombe forsooke thy hand did me uphold Me from my mothers bowels tooke of thee my praise still told 7 As from a Monster many eies from me astonisht start When strong distresse yet on me lies my stronger hope thou art 8 My mouth no other musicke fill no story stile my song To descant of thy praise my skill thy glory all day long 9 O cast me not in age away when weaknesse strong assailes Now leave me not to my decay when strength enfeebled failes 10 For they that bare me causelesse hate my foes against me spake And they that for my soule lay wait together counsell take 11 Since God say they doth him forsake now left he is alone On on him persecute him take to rescue him is none 12 But goe not farre O God from me nor fit occasion waste At present need as present be my God to help me haste 13 Confusion let confound them all that to my soule are foes Reproach dishonour on them fall that seeke my evill woes 14 Yet shall my hope wait patiently upon thy help in store And to thy praise continually adde praises more and more 15 Thy Justice shall my mouth expresse thy saving health all day Whose numbers summe so numberlesse my cyphers cannot say 16 To sing thy power this power of mine how be it Lord God too weake Yet of thy Justice only thine somewhat suffice I speake 17 My heart O God hast thou prepar'd and from my childhood taught And hitherto have I declar'd what wonders thou hast wrought 18 And now that I O God am old mine Almond-tree growne gray Mine age from thee let none behold forsaken sent away 19 Till I have shew'd thine Armes extent unto this Ages view And of thy power a president to all that shall ensue 20 Thy Justice is in thee alone O God unto on hie To those great acts which thou hast done who like O God comes nie 21 Thou shew'dst me many evill daies much sorrow mad'st me see From under ground yet didst thou raise returne and quicken mee 22 To make me greater far and wide thou gav'st me great encrease To better me on every side thy goodnesse did not cease 23 Thee and thy Truth my God to praise not Psalterie alone But Song and Harp will I up-raise O Israels Holy-One 24 With joy above all joyes esteem'd my lips shall shout to thee So shall my soule by thee redeem'd in Psalmes as joyfull be 25 My tongue the Trumpet shall proclaime thy Justice all the day For they are blank't and brought to shame that seeke my soules decay PSAL. 72. Deus Iudicium Solomoni O God give Judgement to the King thy Judgements depths to sound And to the Kings son Knowledge bring where Justice may be found 2 So he that gives the life to Lawes an upright hand shall beare With Justice judge the peoples cause the poore with Judgement heare 3 The Mountaines that in height excell shall bring the people peace The lesser Hills that lower dwell by Justice shall encrease 4 Him for their Judge the poore shall have to crush the fraudulent The sons of needy-soules to save
For he will cause our pressures cease and comfort such as mourne And to his gracious Saints speake peace lest they to folly turne 8 His saving health sure neere at hand shall they that feare him win That glory may in-dwell our land in glorious made by sin 9 With Mercy Truth in one did meet and hands together strike Where Justice Peace with kisse did greet and peace return'd the like 10 Truth Heaven her place of birth forsooke out of the earth shall spring And Justice downe from Heaven shall looke a heav'n on earth to bring 11 The Lord his goodnesse shall expresse so shall our Land not cease The Lord with blessings us to blesse our Land with fruits encrease 12 Before his face shall Justice goe and in the way respect To put her order'd footsteps so as he shall them direct PSAL. 86. Inclina Domine Oratio Davidis INcline thine eare O Lord to mee and heare my humble praier For poore and needy I to thee for answer make repaire 2 Thee let my soule her keeper have for mercifull am I Thou O my God thy servant save whose hopes on thee relye 3 Upon thee all day calls my voice Lord for thy Graces gift 4 O make thy servants soule rejoyce which Lord to thee I list 5 For thou O Lord art good to all and ready to forgive And much in mercy all that call upon thee to relieve 6 Give eare Lord what my praier requires in these extremes of mine And of my humble-ey'd desires unto the voice encline 7 I in the day of my distresse will call aloud to thee Nor doubt accesse nor good successe for thou wilt answer mee 8 Among the Gods O Lord is none with thee that can compare Nor like the workes that thou hast done workes done by any are 9 All people Lord whom thou hast fram'd shall come and worship thee And glorious shall thy Name be nam'd by Nations all that be For great thou art as we have found by those great marvels done That neither equall hast nor bound thou God thy selfe alone 10 My walkes Lord in thy way so fit and in thy truth so frame My heart to thee so firmly knit that I may feare thy Name 11 To sing O Lord my God thy praise my heart shall wholly tend And to thy Name such glory raise as never shall have end 12 For towards me thy mercy great no measure may esteem And from in Hell the lowest seat my soule didst thou redeem 13 The proud O God against me rise and force with falshood met Have sought to make my soule their prize nor thee before them set 14 Thy pity streames Lord God so strong as no compassion such Thy grace abundant suffrance long thy Truth and Mercy much 15 O turne thy face to me at length as grace hath well begun To me thy servant give thy strength and save thy hand-maids son Some signe for good upon me shew which let my haters see And blush when thou O Lord they know didst help and comfort mee PSAL. 87. Fundamenta ejus Filiis Choreb Psalmâ—â— Câ—nâ—â—ct LOw where the hallowed Mountaines fall lie his foundation-plates 2 Much more than Jacobs dwellings all the Lord loves Sion gates 3 Like glorious things have not been heard nor moderne nor of old To God thou City most endear'd as have of thee been told Selah 4 In my remembrance Rahab runnes and Babel knowing mee Loe Palestine and Tyre thy sonnes with Cush there borne was hee 5 And of thee Sion shall be said the mother of us all Whom the Most-Hie so firme hath laid shall man and man thee call 6 With him when he the peoples writes the Lord shall first begin And say when he their names recites This man was borne therein Selah 7 Singers and Instruments that sound rejoycers all with mee Voice string wind water-falls abound My springs are all in thee PSAL. 88. Domine Deus Salutis Canticum Psalmi filiis Choreh ad Praestantem super Mahalath Lignanoth Maschil Heman Israïtae MY crying supplication Before thee day and night Lord God of my salvation 2 Let enter in thy sight Encline thine eare and heare mee My soules full troubles tell 3 Whose evills trench so neere me My life drawes neere to Hell 4 Like them to death betaken That downe the pit are gone I seem a man forsaken A strength that strength hath none 5 Among the dead free-sleeping That in the grave lie slaine Which cast out of thy keeping Cut from the hand remaine 6 My head thou hast captived Within the lowest pit Where I of light deprived In deeps of darknesse sit 7 Thy furies heat inflicted Lies heavie on my crowne With all thy flouds afflicted Thy billowes beare me downe Selah 8 Set farre from mine acquaintance To them thou hast me set Abhorr'd shut up in durance Whence out I cannot get 9 Faint-ey'd to tuning fall I Afflictions sobs my Psalmes On thee Lord all day call I To thee I spread my palmes 10 Wilt thou from deaths vast Regions Prodigious shadowes raise Of all those Idoll-legions What one shall sing thy praise 11 And shall thy loving kindnesse Within the garve be told Or shall ABADDON'S blindnesse Thy faithfulnesse unfold 12 Thy deeds of Admiration Shall Darknesse bring to light Who in Oblivions Nation Thy Justice shall recite 13 But Lord to thee sincerely My plaint doe I present And in the morning early My prai'r shall thee prevent 14 Why Lord dost thou reject mee Why lay my soule aside Why let thine eare neglect mee Thy face why dost thou hide 15 Afflicted soule deceasing Thy ceaslesse stripes I beare From since my youths increasing Distraction doubtfull feare 16 Thine anger 's over grow mee Thy frightings mee dismay 17 All round they overflow mee Like waters all the day 18 From mee thou hast removed My friends my knowne delight My lovers my beloved Are darknesse in my sight PSAL. 89. Misericordias Domini Maschil Etan Israïtae THe tender mercies of the Lord shall ever be my song So shall my mouth thy truths record to age and age prolong 2 For mercy shall be built I said eternall to endure The Heav'ns establisht hast thou laid then Heav'n thy truth more sure 3 The Covenant with thy chosen strooke shall in my mind be borne The oath which I to David tooke to him my servant sworne 4 For ever of thy seed to reigne will I establish one To Age and Age that shall remaine will I build up thy Throne Selah 5 In speechlesse speech the Heav'ns O Lord thy wondrous workes confesse The Saints Assemblies of thy Word declare the faithfulnesse 6 For who in Heav'ns high Mansions may with the Lord compare Or who among the mighties sons can equall lordship share 7 God is exceeding dreadfull where his Saints their secret hold And round about him full of feare all-over to behold 8 Lord God of Hosts All-powerfull Lord what power is like to thine The splendour of whose faithfull Word doth round about thee
raiseth he the poore mans head And makes him peopled housholds keep From selfe-waste want with plenty fed For number like a flocke of sheep 42 Right-sighted eyes shall see this day The joy of all the righteous name And all iniquitie shall lay Her hand upon her mouth for shame 43 Who so is wise will take in hand These observations to record And they shall truly understand The tender mercies of the Lord. PSAL. 108. Paratum cor Canticum Psalmi David MY heart O God is ready prest the glory of my tongue My voice the organ of my brest 〈◊〉 praise shall be my song 2 My Lute and Harpe already strung my readier hand up take Before the dawning day have sprung I early will awake 3 My thankes to thee O Lord will I among the people bring And of thy praise in harmonie with Qâ—ires of Nations sing 4 For why the Heavens are not so hie as is thy Mercy great Thy Truth a higher pitch doth flie than in the clouds to seat 5 Thy selfe O God in highest place above the Heav'ns enshrine And let the glory of thy face on earth thy foot-stoole shine 6 That free deliverance they may have that are belov'd of thee With thy right hands assistance save O heare and answer mee 7 God in his Holinesse hath spoke which I with joy repeat In Shechem will I strike a stroke and Succoths Valley mete 8 Mine Gilead is Manasseh mine strength of my head doth live In quiver-bearing Ephrams line my Law shall Judah give 9 My wash-pot Moab will I make my shooe on Edom cast In triumph thee Pelesheth take triumph't on mine that hast 10 The City for defence so strong what guide will guide me to To Edoms warlike Towers along what leader with mee goe 11 Not thou O God as naught of worth that hast us cast away Nor with our hosts O God wentst forth upon the Battells day 12 O give us help from our distresse mans health is vaine deceit Through God we shall doe valiantnesse our foes he shall defeat PSAL. 109. Deus laudem Ad Praestantem Psalmus Davidis CEase not as deafe God of my praise for wicked mouths consent 2 Deceitfull mouthes their engines raise against me open bent 3 With falshoods tongue to me they speake and compasse me with hate In bitter language forth they breake and causlesse wage debate 4 They for my friendship were my foes with whom by praier I strove For good against me evill goes and hatred for my love 5 His Ruler some ungodly wretch set thou at his right hand 6 Let Satan all advantage catch his adversary stand 7 In Judgement let him not evade but goe condemn'd therein And let his praier for favour made be â—â—rn'd to further sin 8 His daies a few and evill make determin'd in disgrace His office let another take a worthier hold his place 9 His sons let fatherlesse be left his wife a widow poore 10 His children of abode berefâ— begge bread from doore to doore 11 Extortion tangle all his toile the Creditor ensnare His labour let the stranger spoile for lone the lender share 12 To pity him let there be noneâ— none mercy on him shew His children father lesse not one with kind compassion know 13 Of his posterity destroi'd let naught remaine but shame And let the following age make void and cleane put out his name 14 Remembrance of his fathers crime the Lord before him lay His mothers sin at any time let not be wip't away 15 Before the Lord continually in presence let them stand On earth let their memoriall dye cut off by Gods owne hand 16 For mercy was not in his mind the poore he made his prey The needy soule he sought to grind the wounded heart to slay 17 He loved cursing let it light and him from blessing barre As blessing was not his delight be blessing from him farre 18 Of cursing as his clothes were made so cursing be his spoile His bowels and his bones invade like water and like oile 19 About him folded let it fall him as a cloake enclose Or as the girdle wherewithall he alwaies girded goes 20 This be mine adversaries pay this from the Lord the stroke On them that evill any way against my soule have spoke 21 As thou Lord God for me hast stood so for thy Names sake stand And for thy Mercy ever good release me out of hand 22 For poore afflicted I complaine where no reliefe is found And stripes of sorrowes silent paine my soule within me wound 23 As shade at setting Sun declin'd so I from life am gone And as the Locust with the wind change place but paine change none 24 Through fasting feeble are my knees as leane as living ghost For cold my cramp-shrunk sinewes freeze my flesh hath fatnesse lost 25 Reproaches foot upon me treads and blots my brow with shame While they that see me shake their heads and make my griefe their game 26 Help Lord my God of thee I crave that helper else have none According to thy mercy save thy poore-forsaken one 27 And let them know that this thy Arme that this thy hand alone Could help me more than they could harme that this thou Lord hast done 28 And let them curse but doe thou blesse them rise but rise to fall And that their fall their shame expresse rejoyce thy servant shall 29 Shame let mine adversaries beare such clothing as they spin And as a cloake confusion weare the winding-sheet of sin 30 But to the Lord my mouth shall sing and greatly render thankes Shall make his highest praises ring in midst of many rankes 31 Who at the poores right hand will stand and there his name enroule With his redeem'd out of the hand of them that judge his soule PSAL. 110. Dixit Dominus Psalmus Davidis THus to my Lord the Lord did say Thy seat upon my right hand take Untill thine eyes behold the day That I thy foes thy foot-stoole make 2 The Lord shall out of Sion send The Rod that shall thy strength maintaine The Scepter to thy hand commend Where thou amidst thy foes shalt raigne 3 Thy voluntary people glad That to thy power all power shall stoop That day in holy beauties clad Shall march in thy triumphant troop Thee from the mornings womb I rear'd Thy youth with pearles of deaw beset Before the Starre of light appear'd I of my Substance did beget 4 The Lord hath sworne and having sworne His oath shall no repentance checke Thou art a Priest for ever borne And order'd as Melchizedeck 5 The Lord at thy right hand in armes Through Tyrans troups shall make thee way And stand between thee and thy harmes To wound even Kings that wrathfull day 6 He shall be Judge among the Heath'n And strew the street with bodies dead With earth lay mighty Armies even Of many Nations smite the head 7 The Brooke that meets him by the way His hot pursuit shall be so swift His thirst shall serve
concourse forgot to make them both reveal'd 11 With-hold not thou O Lord from me thy tender bowells store Thy mercy and thy truth let be my safeguards evermore 12 For evills moe than may be told have round-environ'd mee My sinnes on mee have caught such hold I have no power to see The haires upon my head that grow in number they exceed My heart with trouble stricken low forsakes mee at my need 13 Lord let it be thy pleasure now to safe deliver me O Lord to help me hasten thou as able ready be 14 Shames loading let them never lacke that would my soule destroy Abash't confusion drive them backe that at my evill joy 15 Let desolation be their pay the pension of their shame Aha Aha to mee that say and make my griefe their game 16 Let those that seeke thee all alway with joy in thee abide Let thy salvations lovers say The Lord be magnifi'd 17 On mee that poore and needy stand yet thinkes the Lord my stay My help with thy redeeming hand my God make no delay PSAL. 41. Beat us vir qui intelligit Ad Praestantem Psalmus David BLest is the man that wisely weigh the poore-afflicted can Deliverance in the evill day the Lord will send that man 2 Him shall the Lord preserve alive and keep on earth to blesse Him to his foes thou shalt not give their soule shall not possesse 3 The Lord upholds his feeble head upon his couch of paine Turnes in his sicknesse all his bed returnes his health againe 4 I said in depth of my distresse Be gracious Lord to mee O heale my soule whose sinfulnesse hath sore offended thee 5 On mee mine enemies exclaime and evill of mee say When shall he die when shall his namâ— with him be cast away 6 And if to visit mee he come his heart vaine falshood speakes Iniquitie his errands summe at his returne forth breakes 7 All they that hate mee on a knot against mee whisp'ring swarme Against mee they this evill plot devis'd to doe mee harme 8 An evill doome on him is past which he deserv'd before And now say they that he lies fast let him rise up no more 9 Yea in my peace the man so great to speciall trust receiv'd Which of my bread did also eate his heele against mee heav'd 10 Be gracious Lord to mee therefore and raise mee up againe And I to them shall then restore like payment for their paine 11 By this I know thou favour'st mee that though my foes assaile Triumphers yet they shall not be against mee nor prevaile 12 But mee in mine integritie thy hand doth still uphold And set mee where eternally thy face I may behold 13 The Lord the God of Israel be blest for ever then Let age to age eternall tell his praise Amen Amen Finis Libri primi LIB II. PSAL. 42. Quemadmodum desiderat Ad Praestantem erudiens filiis Coreh LIke as the braying Hind embost desires the water brookes So after thee my soule neere lost O God sends longing lookes 2 To God the living God for whom my soule so thirsteth sore O when shall my appearance come the face of God before 3 My teares to mee have been the food that day and night I eat While daily they in scornfull mood Where is thy God repeat 4 Remembrance of the time fore-spent my soule upon mee poures When to the House of God I went at our accustom'd houres We in the voice of joy and thankes together held our way A multitude of order'd rankes that holy kept the day 5 Why does my daunted soule give place and droop in my distresse Wait thou on God healths of my face whom yeâ— I will confesse 6 My soule my God within mee sinkes and here in deserts still On Jordan land on Chermon thinks on little Mitsghar hill 7 Deep calls on deep with thundring voice thy water-Canons sound Thy billowes all with horrid noise thy waves above mee bound 8 His mercy will the Lord by day command his song by night With mee a praier to God to pray my lives eternall light 9 I unto God my Rocke will say Why dost thou mee forget Why walke I mourning on my way opprest and foe-beset 10 A murth'ring through my bones doth gride to my reproach all day Where is thy God in scornfull pride when my distressors say 11 Why does my daunted soule give place and droop in my distresse Trust God my God healths of my face whom yet I will confesse PSAL. 43. Iudica me Deus JUdge mee O God my pleading plead against a perverse land Assert mee from the wily head and from the wrongers hand 2 For of my strength the God thou art why trun'st thou mee to goe Opprest in habit as in heart to mourne before the foe 3 Send forth thy light and truth to fill my darke distrustfull brest To guide mee to thy holy Hill thy Tabernacles rest 4 Then to Gods Altar will I goe to God my joyes excesse And thee with Harp and Hymnes thereto O God my God confesse 5 Why does my daunted soule give place and droop in my distresse Trust God my God healths of my face whom yet I will confesse PSAL. 44. Deus auribus Ad Praestantem filiis Coreh animadversio O God we heard it with our eares our fathers have us told What deeds thou didst in former yeeres what in their daies of old 2 The Heathens how thy hand out-cast our fathers seed to sowe The people how thou didst lay waste and made our parents grow 3 For not by their owne swords keen edge did they possesse the soile Nor their owne arme can they alledge did for their safety toile But thy right hand thine armes defence thy countenances light Thy favour gave them eminence in them thou took'st delight 4 My King O God on Jacobs head thy saving healths command 5 To hundge our foes them downe to tread thy Name for us shall stand 6 For neither bow nor sword I have whereon my trust to ground 7 But thou art he from foes didst save our haters didst confound 8 Of God all day the praise we spread and ever sing thy Name Selah 9 Of ours no host yet dost thou lead but shunn'st and leav'st us shame 10 Thou mak'st us turne our backes in fight and to our foes give way That they that hate us hold but right to make our goods their prey 11 Thou sortest us on termes un-even like sheep to serve for meat Hast scatt'red us among the Heathen as chaffe of winnow'd wheat 12 Thy people hast thou sold for nought Sold rather hast forsooke For they that sold of them that bought no prices for them tooke 13 Thou hast expos'd us to reproach of neighbours round about Too neere upon us that encroach at us to scorne and flout 14 Among the Heath'ns of our estate a by-word didst thou make The people that our heads did hate their heads at us did shake 15 And every day before mine eies is my
confusion set Beneath the vaile that on mee lies my face and shame are met 16 The loud reproachers voice I heare the proud blasphemer brooke To see thy face my foe I feare and for th' Avenger looke 17 All this upon us have we felt yet have not thee forgot Nor falsly with thy Covenant dealt therein we fail'd thee not 18 Our heart is backward turn'd to none revolt is not our fault Our steps out of thy pathes not gone nor in thy pathes did halt 19 In dens where Dragons draw their breath though thou hast crush't us neere And covered with the shade of death our heads thou heldst so deare 20 If of our God at any time the Name we have forgot Or of a stranger god the crime our hands up-lifted blot 21 Where-ever selfe this sinne bestowes shall God not search it out For he the very secrets knowes in heart un-brought about 22 For thy sake all day are we kill'd whom else no crime could staine On this account our bloud is spill'd like sheep in shambles slaine 23 Awake why sleep'st thou all this space for ever leave us not 24 Rise Lord why hidest thou thy face our wants our woes forgot 25 Our soule is humbled to the dust our belly glew'd to ground Rise help redeem us of whose trust thy mercy is the bound PSAL. 45. Eructavit cor meum Ad Praestantem super Shoshannim filiis Corâ—h Canticum Amorum MIne heart is working out a piece of peerlesse skill Mine argument the King my tongue a speedy writers quill 2 Than Adams sonnes more faire grace from thy lips doth flow His blessings therefore God on thee for ever did bestow 3 Gird on thy thigh thy sword great Champion as thou art 4 With glory arm'd and high renowne faire prosper thy desert 5 Ride on the word of Truth and Meeknesse reigne thy Steeds With Justice manag'd thy right hand shall teach thee dreadfull deeds 6 Whole Nations under thee thine arrowes sharp shall bring Shall of thy foes subdue the heads and pierce the hearts O King 7 Thy Throne O God out-lasts the longest ages light Thy Kingdomes Scepter as the hand that holds the Scepter right 8 Just as thy hate thy love with Justice loves to goe Thy hate against injustice just holds wickednesse thy foe Thee therefore God thy God so to himselfe endeers As to annoint thee with the oile of joy above thy Peers 9 In robes perfum'd with teares of Myrrhe and Aloë clad With Cassia from the Ivory roofes more than thy Makers glad 10 Kings daughters in thy Traine of thee their honour hold Upon thy right hand sits the Queen attir'd in Ophir gold 11 O daughter heare and see hereto encline thine eare Thy people and thy fathers house forget that thine they were 12 So covet shall the King thy beauty his desire He is thy Lord him serve observe adore with heart entire 13 Tyres daughter with a gift shall there beseech thy face The wealthy Sydons peopled shores with presents sue for grace 14 The daughter of the King all-glorious is within Her robes of gold her fairer face her fairest soules faire Inne 15 So comes she to the King in vesture needle-wrought With Virgin-Ladies of her traine to thee shall she be brought 16 This Royall Troup along shall joy and gladnesse bring And enter shall they in this pomp the Palace of the King 17 Sonnes in thy fathers stead of thee shall he beget Sonnes whom thou maist in all the earth for soveraigne Princes set 18 Thy Name to age and age shall my remembrance sing The people therefore on thy praise shall ever dwell O King PSAL. 46. Deus noster refugium Ad Praestantem siliis Choreh super Gnalamoth Cantiâ—um ON God our stay and strength we ground that refuge else have none Aboundantly in trouble found when other helps are gone 2 Though earth should change we would not feare although the mountaines steep Were rent and hurri'd here and there dis-bowell'd in the deep 3 Should waves of waters roare and swell or should the mountaines shake When seas against the rockes rebell and billowes batt'rie make Selah 4 There is a river streaming by makes glad Gods Citie walls The holy Torrent O most-Hie that from thy Mansion falls 5 Amidst her God this care hath tooke remov'd she shall not be Which forth before the morning looke will God her keeper see 6 The Heath'ns enrag'd these tumults felt mov'd Kingdomes made a noise He thundred and the earth did melt when God gave forth his voice 7 The Lord of Hosts is on our side our hosts to fortifie The God of Jacob shall abide for us a refuge hie Selah 8 O come but hither and behold what workes the Lord hath wrought What desolations late and old his hand on earth hath brought 9 Unto the earths extremest ends he maketh warre expire The bow he breakes the speare he rends the chariots burnes with fire 10 That I am God surcease and know among the Heath'ns will I Exalted be by high and low and in the earth made hie 11 The Lord of Hosts is on our side our hosts to fortifie The God of Jacob shall abide for us a refuge hie PSAL. 47. Omnes Gentes plaudite Ad Praestantem filiis Choreh Psalmus YE people all the Quire to fill come clap your hands on hie With joyfull voice to God shout shrill triumphant melodie 2 For dreadfull is the Lord most-High through earth a mighty King 3 That Tribes and Nations farre and nigh beneath our feet did bring 4 An heritage for us he chose right not to be remov'd The excellency to dispose of Jacob his belov'd 5 In triumph with applauding noise is God himselfe gone by The Lord is with the Trumpets voice ascended up on hie 6 Sing make the praise of God your mirth sing praises to our King 7 For God is King of all the earth a Psalme instructive sing 8 Above the Heath'ns God raignes alone co-equall none admits Above the Heav'ns upon his Throne of Holinesse he sits 9 The Nations Princes feed among the God of Abrahams flocke For earths great shields to God belong their high-exalted Rocke PSAL. 48. Magnus Dominus Canticum Psalmi filiorum Coreh GReat is the Lord prais'd all abroad but chiefly to be prais'd Where in the Citie of our God his holy Mount is rais'd 2 Mount Sion beauteous is in site besides the Northern lands Of all the earth the glad delight the great Kings Citie stands 3 God in her Palaces is knowne for her a refuge hie 4 For Kings behold oppugnants grow'n are gone together by 5 This wondrous sight strook suddenly such terrour in their mind No heart to stay scarce feet to flie could feare confounded find 6 Upon them feare strong hold did build and paine the racke of feare 7 As when a woman bigge with childe her burthen throwes to beare 8 So tempest-beaten at their leake the ships salt water drinke The ships of Tarshish dost thou breake and with an