14 O God, the Proud againft me rife, And violent men are met To feek my life; and in their eyes No fear of thee have fet.. 15 But thou, Lord, art the God moft mild, 16 O turn to me thy face at length, Unto thy fervant give thy ftrength, And be afham'd, becaufe thou, Lord, 'A' PSAL. LXXXVII. Mong the holy Mountains bigh There feated in his Sanctuary, His Temple there is plac'd. 2 Sion's fair Gates the Lord loves more Of Jacob's Land; though there be fiere, 3 City of God, most glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke ; 4 I mention Egypt, where proud Kings I mention Babel to my friends, And Tyre with Ethiops' utmost ends, This and this man was born in her ; 6 The Lord fhall write it in a Scroll 7 Both they who fing, and they who dance, In thee fresh brooks, and soft ftreams glance, 'L PSAL. LXXXVIII, Ord God, thou doft me fave and keep, And all night long before thee weep, Before thee proftrate lie. 2 Into thy prefence let my pray'r With fighs devout ascend; And to my cries, that ceafelefs are, Thine ear with favour bend. 3 For 3 For cloy'd with woes, and trouble fore, 4 Reckon'd I am with them that pafs I am a * man, but weak alas! * Heb. A man without manly frength. 5 From life discharg'd and parted quite, And like the flain in bloody fight, Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er Where thickest darkness bovers round, In horrid deeps to mourn. Thy wrath, from which no shelter faves, Full fore doth prefs on me; * Thou break'ft upon me all thy waves. * The Hebr. And all thy waves break me. bears both. 8 Thou doft my friends from me estrange, And mak'st me odious; Me to them odious, for they change, And I here pent up thus. 9 Through forrow, and affliction great, Mine Eye grows dim and dead; Lord, |