Thymooking wrath, and angry vow * Gnashanta. Against thy Peoples prayer.

s Thou feedft them with the bread of tears, Their bread with tears they eat,

And mak'st them * largely drink the tears

Wherewith their cheeks are wet.

6. A ftrife thou mak'ft us and a prey To every neighbour foe,

*

Among thmfelves they laugh, they
And flouts at us they throw.

*

7 Return us, and thy grace divine,

O God of Hofts vouchsafe,

* Shalifk.

*

play,

* Filgnag

Caufe thou thy face on us to shine, de motok

And then we shall be safe.

8 A Vine from Egypt thou haft brought,.

Thy free love made it thine,

And drov'st out Nations, proud and hauts allib

To plant this lovely Vine,

Thou did' prepare for it a place,

And root it deep and fast,

That it began to grow apace,

And fill'd the Land at laft

10 With her green shade that cover'dð all

The Hills were over-spread,

Her Rows as high as Cedars tall wissen

Advanc'd their lofty head.

11 Her branches on the western fids moda suita

Down to the Sea the fent,

And upward to that River wide

Her other branches went.

12 Why haft thou laid her Hedges low, And broken down her Fence,

That all may pluck her, as they go,

With rudeft violence?

13 The tusked Boar out of the Wood

Up turns it by the roots,

Wild beafts there brouze and make their food

Her grapes and tender Shoots.

14 Return now, God of Hofts, look down From Heav'n, thy Seat divine,

Behold us, but without a frown,

And vifit this ty

Vine.

Is Vifit this Vine, which thy right hand
Hath fet, and planted lang,

And the young branch, that for thy felf
Thou haft made firm and ftrong.
16 But now it is confum'd with fire,
And cut with axes down,

They perish at thy dreadful ire,
At thy rebuke and frown.

17 Upon the Man of thy right hand
Let thy good hand be laid,
Upon the Son of Man, whom thou
Strong for thy felf haft made.

18 So fhall we not go back from thee
To ways of fin and shame,

Quick'n us thou, then gladly we
Shall call upon thy Name.

19 Return us, and thy grace divine
Lord God of Hofts vouchsafe

And then we shall be safe. f knob madaid bla

PSAL. LXXXI. y

To God our firength fing loud, and clear, Sing loud to God our King,

To Jacob's God, that all may hear

Loud acclamations ring.

2 Prepare a Hymn, prepare a Song,
The Timbrel hither bring,
The cheerful Pfaltry bring along,
And harp with pleasant ftring.

3 Blow, as is wont, in the new Moon
With Trumpets lofty found,

Th' appointed time, the day whereon
Our folemn Feast comes round.

4 This was a Statute giv'n of old
For Ifrael to observe,

A Law of Jacob's God, to hold,

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From whence they might not swerve, 5 This he a Teftimony ordain'd In Jofeph, not to change,

When as he pass'd through Ægypt Land;

The Tongue I heard was ftrange.

6 From burden, and from flavish toyle, 1 fer his fhoulder free:

His hands from pots, and mirie foyle,
Deliver'd were by me.

7 When trouble did thee fore affail,t man b

On me then didft thou call,

And I to free thee did not fail,

And led thee out of thrall,

I answer'd thee in Thunder deep
With clouds encompass'd round;
I try'd thee at the water freep
Of Meriba renown'd.

8 Hear, O my People, heark'n well,
I teftifie to thee,

Thou ancient flock of Ifrael,

If thou wilt lift to me,

9 Throughout the Land of thy abode No alien God shall be,

Nor fhalt thou to a foreign God

In Honour bend thy knee.

*Be Sether.

ragnam

10 I am the Lord thy God which brought

Thee out of Egypt Land,

Ask large enough, and I, befought,

Will grant thy full demand.

11. And yet my people would not hear,

Nor hearken to my voice;
And Ifrael, whom lov'd fo dear,

Miflik'd me for his choice.

12 Then did I leave them to their will,

And to their wandring mind;

Their own conceits they follow'd still,
Their own devices blind.

13 O that my People would be wife,

To ferve me all their days,

And O that Ifrael would advife

To walk my righteous ways.

14 Then would I foon bring down their foes, That now fo proudly rife,

And turn my hand against all those

That are their enemies.

15 Who hate the Lord fhould then be fain To bow to him and bend,

But they, his People, fhould remain,

Their time should have no end.

16 And we would feed them from the shock
With Flow'r of fineft wheat,

And fatisfie them from the rock
With Honey for their meat.

PSAL. LXXXII.

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Bagnadath-el.

GOD in the * great * affembly stands

Of Kings and lordly States,

Among the Gods, † on both his hands | Bekerev.

He judges and debates,

2. How long will ye pervert the right

With judgment falfe and wrong,

Favouring the wicked by your might

Who thence grow bold and ftrong.