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PSALM CXXXIX.-continued. 7 From thy Sp'rit whither shall I go ? 15 My substance was not hid from thee, 1 or from thy presence fly ?
when as in secret I 8 Ascend I heav'n, lo, thou art there; Was made; and in earth's lowest parts there, if in hell I lie.
was wrought most curiously. 9 Take I the morning wings, and dwell 16 Thine eyes my substance did behold, in utmost parts of sea;,
yet being unperfect; 10 Ev'u there, Lord, shall thy hand me And in the volume of thy book
thy right hand hold shall me. [lead, my members all were writ; 11 If I do say that darkness shall
Which after in continuance me cover from thy sight,
were fashion'd ev'ry one, Then surely shall the very night When as they yet all shapeless were, about me be as light.
and of them there was none. 12 Yea, darkness hideth not from thee, 17 How precious also are thy thoughts, but night doth shine as day:
O gracious God, to me! To thee the darkness and the light And in their sum how passing great are both alike alway.
and numberless they be! 13 For thou possessed hast my reins, 18 If I should count them, than the sand and thou hast cover'd me,
they more in number be: When I within my mother's womb What time soever I awake, inclosed was by thee.
I ever am with thee. 14 Thee will I praise; for fearfully 19 Thou, Lord, wilt sure the wicked slay : and strangely made I am ;
hence from me bloody men. Thy works are marv'llous, and right | 20 Thy foes against thee loudly speak,
my soul doth know the same. [well and take thy name in vain.
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do thou make haste to me, And give an ear unto my voice,
when I cry unto thee. 2 As incense let my prayer be
directed in thine eyes ; And the uplifting of my hands
as th' ev’ning sacrifice. 3 Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth,
keep of my lips the door. 4 My heart incline thou not unto
the ills I should abhor, To practise wicked works with men
that work iniquity; And with their delicates my taste
let me not satisfy. 6 Let him that righteous is me smite,
it shall a kindness be; Let him reprove, I shall it count
a precious oil to me: Such smiting shall not break my head;
for yet the time shall fall, When I in their calamities
pray for them shall.
6 When as their judges down shall be in stony places cast,
(they Then shall they hear my words; for
shall sweet be to their taste. 7 About the grave's devouring.mouth
our bones are scatter'd round, As wood which men do cut and cleave!
lies scatter'd on the ground.
mine eyes uplifted be:
my trust is set on thee. 9 Lord, keep me safely from the snares
which they for me prepare ;
that wicked workers are. 10 Let workers of iniquity
into their own nets fall,
the danger of them all.
with it made my request : 2 Pour'd out to him my plaint, to him
my trouble I exprest,
4 My sp’rit is therefore overwhelm'd
in me perplexedly; Within me is my very heart
amazed wondrously. 6 I call to mind the days of old,
to meditate I use On all thy works; upon the deeds
I of thy hands do muse.
6 My hands to thee I stretch; my soul
thirsts, as dry land, for thee. 7 Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails :
hide not thy face from me;
Lest like to them I do become
that go down to the dust. 8 At morn let me thy kindness hear ;
for in thee do I trust.
Teach me the way that I should walk:
I lift my soul to thee. 9 Lord, free me from my foes; I flee
to thee to cover me.
10 Because thou art my God, to do
thy will do me instruct: Thy Sp'rit is good, me to the land
of uprightness conduct.
11 Revive and quicken me, O Lord,
3 When in me was o’erwhelm'd my sp’rit,
then well thou knew'st my way; Where I did walk a snare for me
they privily did lay. 4 I look'd on my right hand, and view'd,
but none to know me were ; All refuge failed me, no man
did for my soul take care. 5 I cry'd to thee; I said, Thou art
my refuge, Lord, alone; And in the land of those that live
thou art my portion. 6 Because I am brought very low,
attend unto my cry : Me from my persecutors save,
who stronger are than I.
thy name may glorify:
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and in thy faithfulness
and in thy righteousness. 2 Thy servant also bring thou not
in judgment to be try'd: Because no living man can be
in thy sight justify'd. 3 For th' en'my hath pursu'd my soul,
my life to ground down tread : In darkness he hath made me dwell,
as who have long been dead.
ev’n for thine own name's sake; And do thou, for thy righteousness, my soul from trouble
12 And of thy mercy slay my foes ;
let all destroyed be
a servant am to thee.
PSALM CXLIII. 1 OH, hear my prayer, Lord,
And unto my desire
Upon me pity take.
With me thy servant poor ;
Me persecutes with spite,
Or men dead long ago.
O’erwhelm'd is me within ;
And desolate hath been.
What ancient days record,