In peace at once will I Both lay me down and fleep, For thou alone doft keep Me fafe where'er I lie; As in a rocky cell Thou Lord alone in fafety mak'ft me dwell. PSA L. V. Aug. 12. 1653. Ehovah to my words give ear, JE My meditation weigh, The voice of my complaining hear My King and God; for unto thee I pray. Jehovah thou my early voice Shalt in the morning hear, I'th' morning I to thee with choice Will rank my pray'rs, and watch till thou appear. For thou art not a God that takes In wickedness delight, Evil with thee no biding makes, Fools or mad men stand not within thy fight. All workers of iniquity Thou hat'ft; and them unbleft Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly; The bloody' and guileful man God doth deteft. 40 5 10 15 But But I will in thy mercies dear Thy numerous mercies go Into thy houfe; I in thy fear Will tow'rds thy holy temple worship low. Lord lead me in thy righteousness, Lead me because of those That do observe if I tranfgrefs, Set thy ways right before, where my step goes. For in his faltring mouth unstable No word is firm or footh; Their infide, troubles miferable; 20 25 An open grave their throat, their tongue they smooth. God, find them guilty, let them fall By their own counfels quell'd; Push them in their rebellions all Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd. Their joy, while thou from blame 30 Defend'st them, they fhall ever fing 35 And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name. For thou Jehovah wilt be found To blefs the juft man ftill, As with a fhield thou wilt furround Him with thy lasting favor and good will. PSAL. VI. Aug. 13. 1653. ORD in thine anger do not reprehend me, Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject, nd very weak and faint; heal and amend me: or all my bones, that ev'n with anguish ake, Are troubled, yea my foul is troubled fore, And thou, O Lord, how long? turn Lord, restore My foul, O fave me for thy goodness fake: For in death no remembrance is of thee; Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Wearied I am with fighing out my days, Nightly my couch I make a kind of fea; My bed I water with my tears; mine eye Through grief confumes, is waxen old and dark I'th' midft of all mine enemies that mark. Depart all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping 5 10 15 The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my pray'r, My fupplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20 Mine enemies fhall all be blank and dash'd li PSAL. VII. Aug. 14. 1653. Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him. di blues illvili sta. LORD my God to thee I fly solo evin its Save me and fecure me underor not oci a bab Thy protection while I cry, Left as a lion (and no wonder) insumos bub He haste to tear my foul afunder, Tearing and no rescue nigh, oldandhu, "is ch Lord my God if I have thought Or done this, if wickedness Be in my hands, if I have wroughtietoa) devoris! Ill to him that meant me peace, fuâ afgosy 116 Or to him have render'd lefs, And not free'd my foe for nought; foe for nought; 10 5 1 Let th' enemy pursue my foul And overtake it, let him tread My My life down to the earth, and roll 15 n the duft my glory dead, in the dust and there out-spread Lodge it with dishonor foul. Rife Jehovah in thine ire, Rouse thyself amidst the rage Of my foes that urge like fire; And wake for me, their fury' affwage; 20 |