If I rewarded i to him that was at peace with me; (Yea, ev'n the man that without cause, my foe was, I did free ;)

5 Then let the foe pursue and take my soul, and my life thrust Down to the earth, and let him lay mine honour in the dust.

Rise in thy wrath, Lord, raise thyself, for my foes raging be; And, to the judgment which thou hast coinmanded, wake for me.

7 So shall th' assembly of thy folk
about, encompass thee:
Thou, therefore, for their sakes, return
unto thy place on high.

8 The Lord he shall the people judge:
my judge, Jehovah, be,
After my righteousness, and mine
integrity in me.

90 let the wicked's malice end;

but 'stablish steadfastly

The righteous: for the righteous God the hearts and reins doth try..

10 In God, who saves the upright in heart is my defence and stay,

11 God just men judgeth, God is wroth with ill men ev'ry day.

12 If he do not return again,

then he his sword will whet; His bow he hath already bent, and hath it ready set.

13 He also hath for him prepar'd
the instruments of death:
Against the persecutors he
his shafts ordained hath.

14 Behold, he with iniquity
doth travail, as in birth;
A mischief he conceived hath,

and falsehood shall bring forth.

15 He made a pit, and digg'd it deep,
another there to take;
But he is fall'n into the ditch

which he himself did make.

16 Upon his own head his mischief
shall be returned home;

His vi'lent dealing also down
on his own pate shall come.
17 According to his righteousness
the Lord I'll magnify;

And will sing praise unto the name
of God, that is most high.

13 When I look up unto the heav'ns, which thine own fingers fran'd, Unto the moon, and to the stars, which were by thee ordain'd;

4 Then say 1, What is man, that he remember'd is by thee?

Or what the son of man, that hou so kind to him should'st be?

5 For thou a little lower hast him than the angels made, With glory and with dignity thou crowned hast his head.

6 Of thy hands' works thou mad'st him lord, all under's feet did'st lay;

7 All sheep and oxen, yea, and beasta that in the field do stray;

8 Fowls of the air, fish of the sea, all that pass through the same. 9 How excellent in all the earth, Lord, our Lord, is thy name!

PSALM 9.

LORD, thee I'll praise, with all my heart thy wonders all proclaim.

2 In thee, most High, I'll greatly joy, and sing unto thy name.

3 When back my foes were turn'd, they fell and perish'd at thy sight;

4 For thou maintain dst my right and cause on throne satt'st, judging right.

5 The heathen thou rebuked hast, the wicked overthrown,

Thou hast put out their names, that they may never more be known.

6 O en'my! now destructions have an end perpetual:

Thou cities raz'd; perished with them is their memorial.

7 God shall endure for ay; he doth for judgment set his hrone;

8 In righteousness to judge the world,
justice to give each one.

9 God also will a refuge be
for those that are oppress'd;
A refuge will he be in times
of trouble, to distress'd.

10 And they that know thy name, in thes their confidence will place:

For thou hast not forsaken them
that truly seek thy face.

11 O siug ye praises to the Lord,
that dwells on Sion hill;
And all the nations among
his deeds record ye still.

12 When he inquireth after blood,

he then rememb'reth them: The humble fo'k he not forgets that call upon his name.

13 Lord, pity me; behold the grief which I from foes sustain;

Ev'n thou, who from the gates of death dost raise me up again:

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That, in Sion's daughter's gates may all thy praise advance; And that I may rejoice always In thy deliverance.

15 The heathen are sunk in the pit,
which they themselves prepar'd;
And in the net which they have hid,
their own feet fast are snar'd.

#6 The Lord is by the judgment known,
which he himself hath wrought:
The sinners' hands do make the snares
wherewith themselves are caught.
17 They who are wicked, into hell
each one shall turned be;
And all the nations that forget

to seek the Lord most high.

18 For they that needy are, shall not forgotten be alway;

The expectation of the poor

shall not be lost for ay.

19 Arise, Lord, let not man prevail; judge heathen in thy sight.

20 That they may know themselves but men, the nations, Lord, affright.

PSALM 10.

WHEREFORE is it that thou, O Lord,

dost stand from us afar?

And wherefore hidest thou thyself,
when times so troublous are?
2 The wicked, in his loftiness,
doth persecute the poor:

In these devices they have fram'd,
let them be taken sure.

3 The wicked of his heart's desire doth talk with boasting great; He blesseth him that's covetous, whom yet the Lord doth hate.

4 The wicked, through his pride of face, on God he doth not call;

And in the counsels of his heart

the Lord is not at all.

5 His ways they always grievous are; thy judgments from his sight Removed are: at all his foes

he puffeth with despite.

6 Within his heart he thus hath said, I shall not moved be;

And no adversity at all

shall ever come to me.

7 His mouth with cursing, fraud, deceit, is fill'd abundantly;

And underneath his tongue there is
mischief and vanity.

8 He closely sits in villages;
he slays the innocent:
Against the poor that pass him by
his cruel eyes are bent.

He, lion-like, lurks in his den;
he waits the poor to take:

And, when he draws him in his net,
his prey he doth him make.

10 Himself he humbleth very low,
he croucheth down withal,
That so a multitude of poor

may by his strong ones fail.

11 He thus hath said within his heart,
the Lord hath quite forgot:
He hides his countenance, and he
for ever sees it not.

12 O Lord, do thou arise; O God,
lift up thine hand on high:
Put not the meek afflicted ones

out of thy memory.

13 Why is it that the wicked man, thus doth the Lord despise? Because, that God will it require he in his heart denies.

14 Thou hast it seen; for their mischief and spite thou wilt repay: The poor commits himself to thee; thou art the orphan's stay.

15 The arm break of the wicked man, and of the evil one;

Do thou seek out his wickedness,

until thou findest none.

16 The Lord is King through ages all, ev'n to eternity:

The heathen people from his land are perish'd utterly.

17 O Lord, of those that humble are thou the desire didst hear: Thou wilt prepare their heart, and thos to hear wilt bend thine ear.

18 To judge the fatherless, and those that are oppressed sore;

That man, that is but sprung of earth, may them oppress no more.

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PSALM 11.

IN the Lord do put my trust;
how is it then that ye

Say to my soul, Flee, as a bird,
unto your mountain high?

2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow
their shafts on strings they fit;
That those who upright are in heart
they privily may hit.

3 If the foundations be destroy'd,
what hath the righteous done?
4 God in his holy temple is,
in heaven is his throne:

His eyes do see, his eyelids try
5 Men's sons. The just he proves:
But his soul hates the wicked man,

and him that vi'lence loves.

6 Snares, fire and brimstone, furious #orm on sinners he shall rain:

This, as the portion of their cup,

doth unto them pertain.

7 Because the Lord, most righteous, doth in righteousness delight; And with a pleasing countenance beholdeth the upright.

PSALM 12

HELP, Lord, because the godly man doth daily fade away;

And from among the sons of men the faithful do decay.

Unto his neighbour ev'ry one doth utter vanity:

They with a double heart do speak, and lips of flattery.

8 God shall cut off all flatt'ring lips, tongues that speak proudly, thus,

4 We'll with our tongues prevail, our lips, are ours: who's lord o'er us?

For poor oppress'd, and for the sighs of needy, rise will I,

Baith God, and him in safety set

from such as him defy.

3 They altogether filthy are;
they all aside are gone;
And there is none that doeth good,
yea, sure, there is not one.
4 These workers of iniquity
do they not know at all?
That they my people eat as bread,
and on God do not call.

5 There fear'd they much: for God is wi the whole race of the just.

6 You shame the counsel of the poor, because God is his trust.

7 Let Isr'el's help from Sion come! when back the Lord shall bring His captives, Jacob shall rejoice, and Israel shall sing.

PSALM 15.

they be like silver tried

In earthen furnace, seven times

that hath been purified.

7 Lord, thou shalt them preserve and keep for ever from this race.

8 On each side walk the wicked, when vile men are in high place.

PSALM 13.

HOW long wilt thou forget me, Lord?

shall it for ever be?

O how long shall it be that thou

wilt hide thy face from me?

2 How long take counsel in my soul, still sad in heart, shall I? How long exalted over me shall be mine enemy?

3 0 Lord my God, consider well, and answer to me make: Mine eyes enlighten, lest the sleep of death me overtake:

4 Lest that mine enemy should say against him I prevail'd; And those that trouble me rejoice when I am mov'd and fail'd.

5 But I have all my confidence thy mercy set upon:

My heart within me shall rejoice
in thy salvation.

6 I will unto the Lord my God
sing praises cheerfully,
Because he hath his bounty shown
to me abundantly.

PSALM 14.

THAT there is not a God, the fool
doth in his heart conclude:
They are corrupt, their works are vile;
not one of them do'th good.

2 Upon men's sons the Lord from heav'n
did cast his eyes abroad,
To see if any understood,

and did seek afte" God

who shall abide with thee? And in thy high and holy hill

who shall a dweller be?

2 The man that walketh uprightly, and worketh righteousness;

And as he thinketh in his heart, so doth he truth express.

3 Who doth not slander with his tongue, nor to his friend do'th hurt;

Nor yet against his neighbour doth take up an ill report.

4 In whose eyes vile men are despis'd; but those that God do fear

He honoureth: and changeth not, though to his hurt he swear.

5 His coin puts not to usury, nor take reward will he

Against the guiltless. Who do'th thus, shall never moved be.

PSALM 16.

ORD, keep me; for I trust in thee,

14 2 To God thus was my speech;

Thou art my Lord, and unto thee my goodness doth not reach:

3 To saints on earth, to th' excellent, where my delight's all plac'd,

4 Their sorrows shall be multiplied, to other gods that haste:

Of their drink-offerings of blood
I will no off'ring make;
Yea, neither I their very names
up in my lips will take.

5 God is of mine inheritance
and cup the portion;
The lot that fallen is to me
thou dost maintain alone.
6 Unto me happily the lines
in pleasant places fell;
Yea, the inheritance I got
In beauty doth excel.

7 I bless the Lord, because he doth

by counsel me conduct;

And in the seasons of the night

my reins do me instruct.

8 Before me still the Lord I set:
sith it is so that he
Doth ever stand at my right hand,
I shall not moved be.

9 Because of this my heart is glad,
and joy shall be exprest
Ev'n by my glory; and my flesh
in confidence shall rest.

10 Because my soul in grave to dwell shall not be left by thee;

Nor wilt thou give thine holy One corruption to see.

11 Thou wilt me show the path of life; of joys there is full store Before thy face; at thy right hand are pleasures evermore.

that from thy lips doth flow,

Did me preserve out of the paths wherein destroyers go.

5 Hold up my goings, Lord, me guide

in those thy paths divine;

So that my footsteps may not slide out of these ways of thine.

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6 I called have on thee, O God,
because thou wilt me hear:
That thou may'st hearken to my speech,
to me incline thine ear.

7 Thy wondrous loving-kindness show,
thou that, by thy right hand,

Sav'st them that trust in thee, from those that up against them stand.

8 As th' apple of the eye me keep; in thy wings' shade me close,

9 From rude oppressors, compassing me round as deadly foes.

10 In their own fat they are enclos'd, their mouth speaks loftily.

11 Our steps they compass'd; and to ground down bowing set their eye. 12 He like unto a lion is,

that's greedy of his prey,

Or lion young, which, lurking, doth
in secret places stay.

13 Arise, and disappoint my foe,
and cast him down, O Lord:
My soul save from the wicked man,
the man which is thy sword.

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14 From men, which are thy hand, O Lore from worldly men me save, Which only in this present life

their part and portion have:

Whose belly with thy treasure hid
thou fill'st; they children have
In plenty; of their goods the rest
they to their children leave.
15 But as for me, I thine own face
in righteousness will see;

And with thy likeness, when I wake,
I satisfied shall be.

PSALM 18.

THEE will I love, O Lord, my strength 2 My fortress is the Lord;

My rock, and he that doth to me deliverance afford:

My God, my strength, whom I will trust, a buckler unto me; The horn of my salvation, and my high tow'r is he.

3 Upon the Lord, who worthy is of praises, will I cry:

And then shall I preserved be safe from mine enemy.

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Floods of ill men affrighted me, death's pangs about me went: 5 Hell's sorrows me environed; death's snares did me prevent.

6 In my distress I call'd on God, cry to my God did I;

He from his temple heard my voice,

to his ears came my cry.

7 Th' earth, as affrighted, then did shake, trembling upon it seiz'd;

The hills' foundations moved were,
because he was displeas'd.

8 Up from his nostrils came a smoke,
and from his mouth there came
Devouring fire, and coals by it
were turned into flame.

9 He also bowed down the heav'ns,
and thence he did descend;
And thickest clouds of darkness did
under his feet attend.

10 And he upon a cherub rode,
and thereon he did fly;

Yea, on the swift wings of the wind,
his flight was from on high.
11 He darkness made his secret place.
about him for his tent,

Dark waters were, and thickest clouds
of the airy firmament.

12 And at the brightness of that light which was before his eye,

His thick clouds pass'd away, hail-stones and coals of fire did fly.

13 The Lord God also in the heav'ns did thunder in his ire;

And there the Highest gave his voice hailstones and coals of fire.