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

him.

ORD my God to thee I fly,

Save me and fecure me under
Thy protection while I cry,
Left as a lion (and no wonder)
He hafte to tear my foul afunder,
Tearing and no rescue nigh.

Lord my God if I have thought
Or done this, if wickedness

Be in my hands, if I have wrought

Ill to him that meant me peace,
Or to him have render'd lefs,

And not free'd my foe for nought;

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Of my foes that urge like fire;

And wake for me, their fury' affwage;
Judgment here thou didst engage
And command which I defire.

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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
Hearts and reins. On God is caft
My defense, and in him lies,
In him who both just and wife

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
He travels big with vanity,

Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old
As in a womb, and from that mold
Hath at length brought forth a lie.

He

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He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep,

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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 tender mouths of lateft birth.

Out of the mouths of babes and fucklings thou
Haft founded strength because of all thy foes,
To ftint th' enemy, and flack th' avenger's brow,
That bends his rage thy providence to' oppose.

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,
Thou haft put all under his lordly feet,

All flocks, and herds, by thy commanding word,
All beafts that in the field or foreft meet,

Fowl of the Heav'ns, and fish that through the wet
Sea paths in fhoals do flide, and know no dearth.
O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth!

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