That do observe if I transgress ; No word is firm or sooth; By their own counsels quelled; Their joy, while thou from blame To bless the just man still : PSALM VI. August 13, 1653. Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct; Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject, Are troubled ; yea, my soul is troubled sore ; And thou, O Lord, how long ? Turn, Lord; restore My soul; oh, save me, for thy goodness' sake! For in death no remembrance is of thee; Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise ? 10 Wearied I am with sighing out my days; Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea ; VOL. I. My bed I water with my tears; mine eye Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark l'the midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart, all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me ; for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard ; the Lord hath heard my prayer ; My supplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20 Mine enemies shall all be blank, and dashed With much confusion ; then, grown red with shame, They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abashed. PSALM VII. August 14, 1653. LORD, my God, to thee I fly; 10 Let the enemy pursue my soul, My life down to the earth, and roll 20 Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire; So the assemblies of each nation 30 Judge me, Lord; be judge in this But the just establish fast, 40 God is a just judge and severe, Already, and for him intended 50 (His arrows purposely made he 60 PSALM VIII. August 14, 1653. And glorious is thy name through all the earth, Out of the tender mouths of latest bearth, Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou Hast founded strength, because of all thy foes, To stint the enemy, and slack the avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy providence to oppose. When I behold thy heavens, thy fingers' art, The moon and stars, which thou so bright hast set In the pure firmament, then saith my heart, II Oh, what is man that thou rememberest yet And think'st upon him, or of man begot That him thou visit'st, and of him art found ? Scarce to be less than gods thou mad'st his lot; With honour and with state thou hast him crowned. O’er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him lord ; Thou hast put all under his lordly feet, All beasts that in the field or forest meet, Sea-paths in shoals do slide, and know no dearth. O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great And glorious is thy name through all the earth ! 20 |