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They pitch against me their pavilions.
Haft fmote ere now
On the cheek-bone all my foes,
Of men abhorr'd
Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy bleffing on thy people flows.
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
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,
The good and meek of heart
(For whom to choose he knows)
Jehovah from on high
Will hear voice what time to him I cry.
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,
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.
Thou Lord alone in fafety mak'st me dwell.
PSA L. V. Aug. 12. 1653.
Ehovah to my words give ear,
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
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
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
Defend'ft them, they fhall ever fing
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.
PSAL. VI. Aug. 13. 1653.
ORD in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deje&,
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,
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
The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my
My fupplication with acceptance fair
The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20