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On the cheek-bone all my foes,
Of men abhorr’d
PS A L. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.
Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray’r.
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies?
15 (For whom to choose he knows) Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.
Offer the offerings just
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.
Lift up the favor of thy count’nance bright. 30
35 With vast increase their corn and wine abounds. In peace at once will I Both lay me down and sleep, For thou alone dost keep Me safe where'er I lie;
40 As in a rocky cell Thou Lord alone in safety mak'st me dwell.
PS A L. V. Aug. 12. 1653.
The voice of my complaining hear
I'th’morning I to thee with choice
In wickedness delight,
All workers of iniquity
15 The bloody' and guileful man God doth detest. But I will in thy mercies dear
Thy numerous mercies go
Lead me because of those
30 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's them, they shall ever fing 35 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 lasing favor and good will. 40
PS A L. VI. Aug. 13. 1653. I ORD in thine anger do not reprehend me, L Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject, Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me: For all my bones, that ev’n with anguilh ake, 5
Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled fore,
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? 10
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’th’midst of all mine enemies that mark. 15 Depart all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my My supplication with acceptance fair (pray’r, The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20 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.
PS A L. VII. Aug. 14. 1653. Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him. I ORD my God to thee I fly, L Save me and secure me under Thy protection while I cry, Left 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
Let th’ enemy pursue my soul