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5 They know not, nor will understand,
In darkness they walk on ;
And out of order gone.
6 I said that ye were gods, yea all
The sons of God Most High ;
As other princes die.
8 Rise, God; judge thou the earth in might,
This wicked earth redress;
The nations all possess.
1 Be not thou silent now at length,
O God, hold not thy peace ;
We cry, and do not cease.
2 For lo, thy furious foes now swell,
And storm outrageously;
Exalt their heads full high.
3 Against thy people they contrive
Their plots and counsels deep ; Them to ensnare they chiefly strive,
Whom thou dost hide and keep.
4 Come, let us cut them off, say they,
Till they no nation be ;
Be lost in memory.
5 For they consult with all their might,
And all, as one in mind, Themselves against thee they unite,
And in firm union bind.
6 The tents of Edom, and the brood
Of scornful Ishmael,
That in the desart dwell ;
7 Gebal and Ammon there conspire,
And hateful Amalec,
Whose bounds the sea doth check.
8 With them great Ashur also bands,
And doth confirm the knot:
To aid the sons of Lot.
9 Do to them as to Midian bold,
That wasted all the coast;
Thou didst to Jabin's host,
When at the brook of Kishon old,
They were repuls'd and slain, 10 At Endor quite cut off, and rollid
As dung upon the plain.
11 As Zeb and Oreb evil sped,
So let their princes speed ;
So let their princes bleed.
12 For they amidst their pride have said,
By right now shall we seise
Their stately palaces.
13 My God, oh make them as a wheel,
No quiet let them find;
Like stubble from the wind.
14 As when an aged wood takes fire
Which on a sudden strays,
Till all the mountains blaze;
15 So with thy whirlwind them pursue,
And with thy tempest chase; 16 And till they yield thee honour due,
Lord, fill with shame their face.
17 Asham'd, and troubled, let them be,
Troubled, and sham'd for ever;
With shame, and’scape it never.
18 Then shall they know, that Thou, whose Name
Jehovah is alone,
O'er all the earth art One.
1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair !
O Lord of Hosts, how dear
Where thou dost dwell so near!
2 My soul doth long and almost die
Thy courts, O Lord, to see ;
O living God, for thee.
3 There even the sparrow, freed from wrong,
Hath found a house of rest;
Hath built her brooding nest;
Even by thy altars, Lord of Hosts,
They find their safe abode ;
Toward thee, my King, my God.
4 Happy, who in thy house reside,
Where thee they ever praise ! 5 Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide,
And in their hearts thy ways !
6 They pass through Baca’s thirsty vale,
That dry and barren ground; As through a fruitful watery dale,
Where springs and showers abound.
7 They journey on from strength to strength
With joy and gladsome cheer,
In Sion do appear.
8 Lord God of Hosts, hear now my prayer,
O Jacob's God give ear; 9 Thou God, our shield, look on the face
Of thy anointed dear.
10 For one day in thy courts to be
Is better, and more blest,
A thousand days at best.
I, in the temple of my God,
Had rather keep a door,
With sin for evermore.
11 For God the Lord, both sun and shield,
Gives grace and glory bright;
Whose ways are just and right.
12 Lord God of Hosts, that reign'st on high ;
That man is truly blest,
And in thee only rest.