Whereas the way of wicked men fhall quite be overthrown. PSALM II. IWHY rage the heathen? and vain things why do the people mind? 2 Kings of the earth do fet themselves, and princes are combin'd, 3 To plot against the Lord, and his Let us afunder break their bands, 4 He that in heaven fits, fhall laugh: the Lord fhall fcorn them all. 6 Yet, 5 Then fhall he speak to them in wrath, Thou art mine only Son, this day 8 Afk of me, and for heritage the heathen I'll make thine: And 4 9 And, for poffeffion, I to thee of iron, break them all; And, as a potter's fherd thou shalt them dash in pieces small. 10 Now, therefore, kings, be wife, be ye judges of the earth: [taught, II Serve God in fear, and fee that ye join trembling with your mirth. 12 Kifs ye the Son, left in his ire ye perifh from the way, If once his wrath begin to burn; bleft all that on him stay. PSALM III. Lord, how are my foes increas'd? 2 Many fay of my foul, For him 3 Yet thou my fhield, and glory art, th' uplifter of mine head. 4 I cry'd, and, from his holy hill, the Lord me answer made. 5 I laid me down, and flept; I wak'd, for God fuftained me. A 3 6 I will 6 I will not fear, tho' thousands ten 7 Arife, O Lord, fave me, my God; All on the cheek-bone; and the teeth Thy bleffing, Lord, for evermore G PSALM IV. IVE ear unto me when I call, Have mercy, 20 enlarg'd me in diftrefs. ye the fons of men! how long How long my glory turn to fhame, 3 But know, that for himfelf the Lord The Lord, when I on him do call, to hear will not refuse. 4 Fear, and fin not: talk with your heart 5 Off'rings 5 Off'rings prefent of righteousness, 7 Upon my heart, bestow'd by thee, 8 I will both lay me down in peace, GT 2 Hear PSALM V. IVE ear unto my words, O Lord, my meditation weigh. my loud cry, my King, my God; for I to thee will pray. 3 Lord, thou shalt hear my early voice, I early will direct 4 My pray'r to thee, and looking up an anfwer will expect. For thou art not a God that doth in wickedness delight: Neither 5 Neither fhall evil dwell with thee: The bloody and deceitful man 7 But I into thy houfe will come 8 Because of thofe mine enemies, 9 For in their mouth there is no truth, their inward part is ill ; Their throat's an open fepulchre, their tongue doth flatter ftill. 10 O God, deftroy them, let them be, by their own counfel, quell'd: Them, for their many fins, caft out, for they 'gainst thee rebell'd. 11 But let all joy that trust in thee, and ftill make shouting noise : For them thou fav'ft; let all that love thy name, in thee rejoice. |