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For, in his faltering mouth unstable,

No word is firm or sooth;
Their inside, troubles miserable;
An open grave their throat, their tongue they smooth.
God, find them guilty, let them fall

By their own counsels quell'd;
Push them in their rebellions all
Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd.
Then all, who trust in thee, shall bring

Their joy; while thou from blame
Defend'st them they shall ever sing
And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name.
For thou, Jehovah, wilt be found

To bless the just man still;
As with a shield, thou wilt surround
Him with thy lasting favour and good will.
Aug. 13, 1653.

Lord, in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,
And very weak and faint; heal and amend me:
For all my bones, that even with anguish ake,
Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled sore,
And thou, O Lord, how long? Turn, Lord: re-

My soul; O save me for thy mercies sake:
For in death no remembrance is of thee;

Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise.?

Wearied I am with sighing out my days: Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea; My bed I water with my tears; mine eye

Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark

I' the 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 prayer;

My supplication with acceptance fair


The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. Mine enemies shall all be blank, and dash'd

With much confusion; then, grown red with shame,

They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd.


Aug. 14, 1653.

Upon the words of Chush tlie Benjamite
against him.

Lord, my God, to thee I fly;
Save me and secure me under
Thy protection, while I cry;
Lest, as a lion, (and no wonder)
He haste to tear my soul asunder,
Tearing, and no rescue nigh.

Lord, my God, if I have thought
Or done this; if wickedness
Be in my hands; if I have wrought
111 to him that meant me peace;
Or to him have render'd less,
And not freed my foe for nought;

Let the enemy pursue my soul,
And overtake it; let him tread
My life down to the earth, and roll
In the dust my glory dead,
In the dust; and, there out-spread,
Lodge it with dishonour foul.

Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire,
Rouse thyself amidst the rage
Of my foes that urge like fire;
And wake for me, their fury asswage;
Judgment here thou didst engage
And command, which I desire.

So the assemblies of each nation
Will surround thee, seeking right;
Thence to thy glorious habitation
Return on high, and in their sight.
Jehovah judgeth most upright
All people from the world's foundation.

Judge me, Lord; be judge in this
According to my righteousness,
And the innocence which is
Upon me: cause at length to cease
Of evil men the wickedness
And their power that do amiss.

But the just establish fast,

Since thou art the just God, that tries

Hearts and reins. On God is cast

My defence, and in him lies,

In him who, both just and wise,

Saves the upright of heart at last.

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