They pitch against me their pavilions. Haft fmote ere now On the cheek-bone all my foes, Of men abhorr'd 20 Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy bleffing on thy people flows. A PSAL. IV. Aug. 10. 1653. Nfwer me when I call, God of my righteousness, In ftraits and in distress Thou didst me difinthrall And fet at large; now spare, Now pity me, and hear my earneft pray'r. Great ones how long will ye 5 My glory have in scorn, How long be thus forborn Still to love vanity, To love, to feek, to prize Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies? Yet know the Lord hath chofe, Chofe to himself apart, 10 The The good and meek of heart 15 (For whom to choose he knows) Jehovah from on high Will hear voice what time to him I cry. my Be aw'd, and do not fin, Speak to your hearts alone, Upon your beds, each one, Offer the offerings just Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. Many there be that fay Who yet will show us good? Talking like this world's brood; But, Lord, thus let me pray, 20 25 Lift up the favor of thy count'nance bright. 30 Into my heart more joy And gladness thou haft put, Than when a year of glut Their ftores doth over-cloy, And from their plenteous grounds With vaft increase their corn and wine abounds. 35 Thou Lord alone in fafety mak'st me dwell. PSA L. V. Aug. 12. 1653. Ehovah to my words give ear, JEb My meditation weigh, The voice of my complaining hear My King and God; for unto thee I pray. Jehovah thou my early voice Shalt in the morning hear, I'th' morning I to thee with choice Will rank my pray'rs, and watch till thou appear. For thou art not a God that takes In wickedness delight, Evil with thee no biding makes, Fools or mad men stand not within thy fight. All workers of iniquity Thou hat'ft; and them unbleft Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly; The bloody' and guileful man God doth detest. But I will in thy mercies dear Thy numerous mercies go Into thy house; I in thy fear Will tow'rds thy holy temple worship low. Lead me becaufe of those That do obferve if I tranfgrefs; Set thy ways right before, where my ftep goes. For in his faltring mouth unftable No word is firm or footh; Their infide, troubles miferable; An open grave 20 25 their throat, their tongue they smooth. God, find them guilty, let them fall By their own counfels quell'd; Pufh them in their rebellions all Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd. Then all who truft in thee fhall bring Their joy, while thou from blame 30 Defend'ft them, they fhall 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 fhield thou wilt furround Him with thy lasting favor and good will. 39 PSAL. PSAL. VI. Aug. 13. 1653. ORD in thine anger do not reprehend me, Pity me, Lord, for I am much deje&, very nd weak and faint; heal and amend me: or all my bones, that ev'n with anguish ake, Are troubled, yea my foul is troubled fore, 5 And thou, O Lord, how long? turn Lord, reftore My foul, O fave me for thy goodness fake: For in death no remembrance is of thee; Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Wearied I am with fighing out my days, Nightly my couch I make a kind of fea; My bed I water with my tears; mine eye Through grief confumes, is waxen old and dark I'th' midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping 15 The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my pray❜r, My fupplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20 Mine |