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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: or 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 sea;
My bed I water with
my tears; mine eye
Through grief confumes, is waxen old and dark
I'th' midst of all mine enemies that mark.
Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my
My fupplication with acceptance fair
The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20
Mine enemies fhall all be blank and dafh'd
With much confufion; then grown red with shame, They shall return in hafte the way they came, › And in a moment shall be quite abafh'dawy ! PSAL. VII. Aug. 14. 1653.
Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him. des îllvilī sluzi.
ORD my God to thee I fly did a quit
Save me and fecure me underes you oh a bas Thy protection while I cry,
Left as a lion (and no wonder)
He hafte to tear my foul afunder,
Tearing and no rescue nigh,adha : d
Lord my God if I have thought
Or done this, if wickedness
Or to him have render'd less,
And not free'd my foe for nought; nhà
Let th' enemy purfue my foul
And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth, and roll
In 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;
So th' affemblies of each nation
Will furround thee, seeking right,
Of evil men the wickedness
And their pow'r that do amifs.
But the just establish fast,
Since thou art the just God that tries
Saves th' upright of heart at last.
The tools of death, that waits him near.
(His arrows purposely made he
For them that perfecute.) Behold
He travels big with vanity,
Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old
Te digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep,
nd fell into the pit he made;
Tis mischief that due course doth keep,
of violence will undelay'd
Fall on his crown with ruin steep.
Then will I Jehovah's praise
PSAL. VIII. Aug. 14. 1653.
Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth!
So as above the Heav'ns thy praise to fet
Out of the mouths of babes and fucklings thou