That fit'ft between the cherubs bright Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light, prick dat 2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's, atrod did't And in Manaffe's fight, * Awake thy ftrength, come, and be feen Gnorera. To fave as by thy might. 3 Turn us again, thy grace divine To us, O God, vouchsafe; Caufe thou thy face on us to shine, And then we shall be fafe. 4. Lord God of Hofts, how long wilt thou, d How long wilt thou declare Thy §fmoaking wrath, and angry vow 5 Against thy people's prayer. Thou feedst them with the bread of tears, Their bread with tears they eat, Gnashanka And mak'st them ‡ largely drink the tears Shalif. Wherewith their checks were wet. 6 A ftrife thou mak'ft us, and a prey To every neighbour foe, Among themselves they laugh, they play, And flouts at us they throw. 7 Return us, and thy grace divine O God of Holts vouchsafe, Caufe thou thy face on us to shine, And then we shall be fafe. 8 A vine from Egypt thou haft brought, And drov't out nations, proud and haut, 9 Thou didst prepare for it a place, And root it deep and fast, That it began to grow apace, And fill'd the land at last. 10 With her green fhade that cover'd all, The hills were over-spread, ||Filgnagu Her boughs as high as cedars tall II Her branches on the western fide Her other branches went. 12 Why haft thou laid her hedges low, That all may pluck her, as they go, 13 The tufked boar out of the wood, Upturns it by the roots, Wild beafts there brouze and make their food Her grapes and tender fhouts. 14 Return now, God of Hofts, look down From heav'n, thy feat divine; Behold us, but without a frown, 15 Vifit this Vine, which thy right hand And the young branch, that for thyfelf They perish at thy dreadful ire, 18 So fhall we not go back from thee 19 Return us, and thy grace divine Lord God of Holts, vouchfufe," Cause thou thy face on us to fhine, And then we shall be fafe. O PSAL. LXXXI. To God our ftrength, fing loud and clear, Sing loud to God our King, 'To Jacob's God, that all my hear 2 Prepare a hymn, prepare a song, Th' appointed time, the day whereon 4 This was a statute giv❜n of old A law of Jacob's God, to hold, When as he pafs'd through Egypt's land, 6 From burden, and from slavish toil His hands from pots, and mirie foil, When trouble did thee fore affail, On me then didst thou call, And I to free thee did not fuil, And led thee out of thrall. I answer'd thee in *thunder deep I try'd thee at the water fleep Of Meriba renown'd. 8 Hear O my people, hearken well, I testify to thee, Be Sether ragnam. Thou ancient flock of Ifrael, If thou wilt lift to me, 9 Throughout the land of thy abode. No alien god fhall be, Nor fhalt thou to a foreign god In honour bend thy knee. 10 I am the Lord thy God which brought Thee out of Egypt's land, Ask large enough, and I, befought, Will grant thy full demand. 11 And yet my people would not hear, And Ifrael, whom I lov'd fo dear, 12 Then did I leave them to their will, 13 O that my people would be wise, To walk my righteous ways. 14 Then would I foon bring down their foes, That now so proudly rise, And turn my hand against all thofe That are their enemies. 15 Who hate the Lord should then be fain To bow to him and bend, But they, his people, fhould remain, Their time fhould have no end. 16 And he would feed them from the shock With flow'r of finest wheat, And fatisfy them from the rock With honey for their meat, Go PSAL. LXXXII. L§Bagnadath-el. OD in the great § affembly ftands Among the gods, † on both his hands, † Bekerev. 2 How long will ye | pervert the right Tifh phetu gnavel. 3 Regard the weak and fatherlefs, Shiphtu-dal. Difpatch the ‡ poor man's caufe, And raise the man in deep diftrefs * By just and equal laws. 4 Defend the poor and defolate, And rescue from the hands Of wicked men the low eftate Of him that help demands. 5 They know not, nor will understand, In darkness they walk on. The earth's foundations all are § mov❜d, And § out of order gone. 6 I faid that ye were gods, yea all The fons of God most high, 7 But ye fhall die like men, and fall As other princes die. Hatzdiku. § Fimmotu. 8 Rife, God, judge thou the earth in might, This wicked earth || redrefs, For thou art he who fhalt by right I The nations all poffefs. BE PSAL. LXXXIII. E not thou filent now at length, || Shiphta. |