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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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Kingdom they shall talk each hour And speak of thy great goodness and thy pow'r 12 To make the folk thy mighty acts to know Thy glorious Kingdoms Majesty to show 13 Thy Kingdom is for everlasting sure And thy Dominion through all ages dure 14 The Lord upholdeth all that fall and he Raiseth up those that bow'd together be 15 The eyes of all wait upon thee to give Them meat in season that their souls may live 16 Thou openest thy bounteous hand and gives To satisfie th' desires of all that lives 17 In all his wayes the Lord is righteous still He holy is in all his works and will 18 The Lord is nigh to them that on him call In truth he them doth hear and ever shall 19 Th' desire of those that fear him he 'l fulfill He 'l hear their cry and save them all he will 20 The Lord preserves who loves him they 'r his joy But all the wicked he will quite destroy 21 My mouth shall speak the praises of the Lord All flesh shall blesse his Name with one accord PSAL. CXLVI 1 PRaise ye the Lord my soul shall give him praise 2 Whilst that I live I 'le him exalt alwayes 3 In Princes put no trust neither confide In Sons of men who cannot help nor guide 4 Their breath doth fall to earth full soon away And then the councells of their hearts decay 5 He 's blest that Jacobs God hath for his stay Whose hope is in the Lord his God for ay 6 Which heav'n earth sea and therein all the store Did make which keepeth truth for evermore 7 Which frees th' opprest to th'hungry which doth give Due food which looseth pris'ners le ts them live 8 God op'neth th' eyes of th' blind and them doth raise That are bow'd down th' upright he loves always 9 God th' widdow stranger fatherlesse keeps ay But upside down he turns the wickeds way 10 Sion the Lord thy God shall raign e're more All ages to praise ye the Lord therefore PSAL. CXLVII 1 PRaise God for it is good and to him sing For so to do it is a comely thing 2 God builds Jerusalem for there he 'l dwell Gathers in one th' disperst of Israel 3 Th' broken in heart he heals much ease they finde And eke their wounds he carefully doth binde 4 He tells the Stars and calls them by their Name 5 God's great his power and knowledge is the same 6 The meek God lifteth up sets them on high But throws to ground those that act wickedly 7 Thanks give with praise unto the Lord our King And to our God on harp eke praises sing 8 Who cov'reth th' skie with clouds who rain makes flow On earth who maketh grass on hills to grow 9 He food unto the beasts of th' field doth give To th'ravens young which cry that they may live 10 I' th' strength of horse rejoyce he never can Nor takes he pleasure in the legs of man 11 Of those that fear him God doth love the sight In those that in him hope he takes delight 12 O thou Jerusalem give God due praise And eke thou Sion blesse his name alwayes 13 He'th made strong bars and th' gates together prest Thy children eke within thee he hath blest 14 He peace makes be i' th' borders which are thine And eke thee feeds with wheat which is most fine 15 He his commands doth send the earth about His word doth swiftly run the world throughout 16 He giveth snow like wool which fall full fast He scattereth hoar frost as ashes cast 17 He casts forth ice like morsells at that tide The vehement cold thereof who can abide 18 He sends his word them melts makes th' wind to blow He causeth ice to thaw waters to flow 19 To Jacob he his word of truth did show He 's law and judgment Isr'el gave to know 20 With other Nations thus dealt hath not he They knew no laws of his the Lord praise ye PSAL. CXLVIII 1 PRaise ye the Lord him praise from heavens high Yea praise him still above the starry skie 2 Praise ye his Name ye glorious Angells still Praise him ye noble hosts that do his will 3 Ye glorious creatures Sun and Moon him praise The same perform ye brightest Stars alwayes 4 Yea praise him in the highest heavens still Ye waters 'bove the heavens this fulfill 5 Yea let them praise the Lords most mighty Name At his command he did create the same 5 He likewise hath establisht them for ay Set a Decree which not o're-pass they may 7 Praise ye the Lord likewise from earth below Dragons all deeps praise ye his Name also 8 Yea fire and hail snow vapour praise the Lord With stormy windes that execute his word 9 Yea mountains great and hills that be so high Trees fruitfull Cedars eke him magnifie 10 Yea beasts and cattel that in forrests dwell Things creeping flying fowl his praises tell 11 Kings of the earth great Princes People all Praise ye the Lord ye judges great and small 12 Ye young men strong and maidens praise his Name Fathers also and children do the same 13 Let these praise God for 's Name alone 's most great His glory 's 'bove the earth 'bove heavens seat 14 The Lord his peoples strength exalteth still That 's Saints should all be prais'd it is his will This to his Servant Israel doth he A people near to him the Lord praise ye PSAL. CXLIX 1 PRaise ye the Lord new songs unto him sing Amongst his Saints let all his praises ring 2 In him that made him Israel let rejoyce Let Sions Sons be joyfull in their choice 3 Let them his Name exalt and praise in dance On Timbrel and on Harp his praise advance 4 For God takes pleasure in his peoples peace He 'l save them eke to beautifie not cease 5 Let th'Saints in glory joyfull be and sing A loud upon their bed of God their King 6 Let th' mouths be fill'd with praises of the Lord And in their hands be a two-edged sword 7 Vengeance to execute th' heathen among And punishments upon the people strong 8 Their Kings in prison there to bind with chain Their Lords in iron fetters to remain 9 To execute on them Gods written word This honour have his Saints praise ye the Lord. PSAL. CL. 1 PRaise ye the Lord him praise in 's holy seat Praise him i' th' firmament of 's power great 2 For 's mighty acts and deeds love him alwayes According to his greatnesse give him praise 3 With trumpet praise the Lord who is most high Yea praise his Name on Harp and Psaltery 4 With Timbrel praise his Name 't exalt in dance With Instruments and Organs him advance 5 Yea on loud Cimballs still advance his praise On sounding Cimballs give him thanks alwayes 6 Let all things living praise the Lord I say Praise ye the Lord soul praise thy God for ay FINIS
ME keep O Lord from th' evil mans intent Preserve me from the man that 's violent 2 Which mischiefs in their hearts think on and are Daily together gathered for war 3 Their tongues like Serpents sharpened they have Under their tongues doth Adders poison cleave 4 Keep me O Lord from th' wickeds hands also And eke from him who would my steps o're-throw 5 The proud a snare and cords for me did hide For me they spread a net by th' high-way side 6 I said unto the Lord thou' rt God my choice Therefore O Lord hear thou thy Servants voice 7 O God and eke of my Salvation aid In day of war thou 'st made me not afraid 8 Th' wicked's device Lord further not nor grant Lest they themselves exalt force us to want 9 As for their heads that compass me all over Let th' mischief of their lips and tongues them cover 10 Let them in fire be cast and there remain And from deep pits never to rise again 11 Let no ill speaker long live here below Ill hurt shall th' violent man and him o're-throw 12 I know God will th' afflicted's cause maintain And th' right of th' poor shall e're with them remain 13 Surely th' upright shall thanks give to thy Name Th' just shall live in thy sight and do the same PSAL. CXLI 1 TO thee I call make hast O Lord on high Hear thou my voice when unto thee I cry 2 As incense let my pray'r ascend to thee My hands up lift as sacrifices be 3 Set thou a watch O Lord my mouth before And of my lips be keeper of the dore 4 To any evil thing put not mine heart In th' practise of lewde works give me no part 5 ' Mongst those that sin work Lord do not me seat Neither let me once of their dainties eat 6 'T is good for me if good men do me smite And me reprove like oil 't shall me delight 7 When th'judges are in stony place o're-thrown They'st hear my words they 'r sweet like them there 's none 8 Our bones are scattered at th' mouth of th' grave As when on earth one wood doth cut and cleave 9 But I Lord lift mine eyes to thee most just Do not forsake my soul in thee 's my trust 10 Me keep from th' snare which they have laid for me And th'gins of those that work iniquitie 11 Let th' wicked men into their own nets fall Ev'n whilest that I escape their dangers all PSAL. CXLII 1 I Cry'd unto the Lord ev'n with my voice And made my prayer unto my God and choice 2 To him my deep complaint I poured out Shew'd him the grief which compast me about 3 When spirit was o're-whelm'd my path thou knew For me asnare they laid close from my view 4 I look't about saw none that would me know None car'd for me my refuge fail'd also 5 I cry'd to thee thou' rt my defence I said I' th' livings Land my portion and mine aid 6 I 'm brought full low attend unto my cry Me keep from foes that stronger are then I. 7 My soul from prison bring thy Name to praise Saints me shall compasse when thou dost me raise PSAL. CXLIII 1 Lord hear my prayer to thee my suit attend As thou art gracious answer to me send 2 Judge not thy servant Lord be thou his guide For in thy sight none shall be justifi'd 3 For foes pursu'd my life smite me to ground I 've dwelt in darkness like men dead I 'm found 4 My spirit 's over-whelm'd and eke my heart Within me 's desolate there 's no whole part 5 I 'm mindfull of times past and meditate Thy works on which with hands thou didst create 6 To thee O Lord stretch forth mine hand did I My soul thirsts after thee in Land most dry 7 Me hear my heart fails hide not th' face from me Lest like to those that go to pit I be 8 Cause me to hear thy love I trust in thee Lift up my soul to walk aright teach me 9 Me keep O Lord from all mine enemies And eke me hide from those ' gainst me arise 10 Thou art my God thou' rt good teach me thy will Th' Land of uprightness lead me into still 11 Raise me for thy Names sake O Lord my King For th' justice sake my soul from trouble bring 12 All them that me afflict O Lord destroy For I 'm thy servant thou' rt my onely joy PSAL. CXLIV 1 BLest be the Lord my strength who by his might My hands doth teach to war fingers to fight 2 My goodness strength deliverer and shield In whom I trust he makes my people yeeld 3 Lord what is man that thou dost knowledge take Of him and his and wilt not them forsake 4 Man is most like to vanity and 's day Is like a shaddow that doth passe away 5 The heavens bow O Lord descend the same The Mountains touch and they shall smoke like flame 6 Light'ning cast forth and scatter them abroad Shoot out thy darts and them destroy O God 7 Send down thine hand O Lord deliver me From waters great from strangers set me free 8 Whose subtill mouth of vanity doth speak And whose right hand doth into falshood break 9 I 'le sing a song most new to God on high With ten string instruments thee praise will I. 10 'T is he Salvation that to Kings doth give Who David keeps from sword makes him to live 11 Rid me from children strange I thee intreat Whose mouth is vanity whose hand deceit 12 That our sons may as plants grow up not fade And Daughters eke as palaces be made 13 Our garners that with store they may be found And that our sheep in streets may much abound 14 That Oxen for our labour may be strong Besieg'd by none none in our streets do wrong 15 In such a case who 're found blest are all they Yea happy're those whose Gods the Lord their stay PSAL. CXLV 1 FOr ever-more O Lord I 'le blesse thy Name O God my King I will extoll the same 2 Yea ev'ry day I will advance thy praise I thee will blesse both now and eke alwayes 3 Great is the Lord to be advanced high Unsearchable his goodness 'bove the skie 4 From age to age all praise thy mighty deeds And tell what wondrous acts from thee proceeds 5 Of th' glorious honour of thy Majesty I 'le speak and of thy wondrous works most high 6 Th' might of thy dreadfull acts men shall lay bare And I my self thy greatness will declare 7 They 'l utter much goodness of thee their King They of thy righteousness aloud shall sing 8 God gracious is he hath compassion store To anger slow he'th mercy ever-more 9 He 's good to all his mercy tender is O're all his works for all the earth is his 10 O Lord thy works for ever shall thee praise Saints shall not cease thy Name to bless alwayes 11 Of th' glorious