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Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,
Their twisted cords: He, who in heaven doth dwell,
Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them; then, severe, Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell
And fierce ire trouble them; but I, saith he,
Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion my holy hill. A firm decree
I will declare: The Lord to me hath said, ,
Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day; ask of me, and the grant is made ;
As thy possession I on thee bestow
The Heathen ; and, as thy conquest to be sway'd, Earth’s utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low
With iron scepter bruis’d, and them disperse
Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so.
Be taught, ye Judges of the earth ; with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse
and ye perish in the way,
PSALM III. Aug. 9, 1653.
WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM.
LORD, how many are my foes !
How many those,
Many are they,
But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory,
Thee, through my story,
Aloud I cried
I lay and slept; I wak'd again ;
For my sustain
Rise, Lord ; save me, my God; for thou
Hast smote ere now
PSALM IV. Aug. 10, 1653.
ANSWER me when I call,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer.
How long be thus forborn
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies ?
Will hear my voice, what time to him I cry.
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.
Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright.
With vast encrease their corn and wine abounds. In
peace at once will I
Thou, Lord, alone, in safety mak’st me dwell.
PSALM V. Aug. 12, 1653.
JEHOVAH, to my words give ear,
My meditation weigh;
Shalt in the morning hear;
In wickedness delight;
Thou hat'st ; and them unblest
Thy numerous mercies, go
Lead me, because of those
No word is firm or sooth;
By their own counsels quell'd ;
Then all, who trust in thee, shall bring
Their joy ; while thou from blame
To bless the just man still ;
PSALM VI. Aug. 13, 1653.
LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
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 ; restore My soul; O save me for thy goodness' 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
l' the midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart, all
that work iniquity, Depart from me ; for the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard ; the Lord hath heard my pray'r;
My supplication with acceptance fair