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Mine enemies fhall all be blank and dash'd M
With much confufion; then grown red with shame, They shall return in hafte the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd.
PSAL. VII. Aug. 14. 1653.
Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against
ORD my God to thee I fly,
Save me and fecure me under
Lord my God if I have thought
Be in my hands, if I have wrought
Ill to him that meant me peace,
And not free'd my foe for nought;
Of my foes that urge like fire;
And wake for me, their fury' affwage;
Of evil men the wickedness
And their pow'r that do amifs.
But the just establish fast,
Since thou art the just God that tries
Saves th' upright of heart at last.
The tools of death, that waits him near.
(His arrows purpofely made he
For them that perfecute.) Behold
Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old
He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep,
PSAL. VIII. Aug. 14. 1653.
Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth!
So as above the Heav'ns thy praise to fet
Out of the mouths of babes and fucklings thou
When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy fingers art,
The moon and stars which thou so bright haft fet In the pure firmament, then faith my heart,
O what is man that thou remembrest yet,
And think'ft upon him; or of man begot,
That him thou vifit'ft, and of him art found?
Scarce to be less than Gods, thou mad'ft his lot, 15 With honor and with state thou haft him crown'd.
O'er the works of thy hand thou mad❜ft him Lord,
All flocks, and herds, by thy commanding word,
Fowl of the Heav'ns, and fish that through the wet