6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll That ne'er shall be out-worn, When he the nations doth inroll, That this man there was born. 7 Both they who fing, and they who dance, In thee fresh brooks, and foft ftreams glance, 'Lo PSA L. LXXXVIII. ORD God that doft me fave and keep, cry; And all night long before thee weep, Before thee proftrate lie. 2 Into thy presence let my pray'r With fighs devout afcend, And to my cries, that ceafelefs are, Thine ear with favor bend. 3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store Surcharg'd my foul doth lie, My life at death's unchearful door Unto the grave draws nigh, 25 5 10 Reckon'd 4 Reckon❜d I am with them that pafs Down to the difmal pit, I am a * man, but weak alas, 5 And for that name unfit. 15 * Heb. A man without manly frength. From life discharg'd and parted quite Among the dead to fleep, And like the flain in bloody fight That in the lie deep. Whom thou remembereft no more, Doft never more regard, Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er Death's hideous house hath barr'd. 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound Haft fet me all forlorn, Where thickest darkness hovers round, In horrid deeps to mourn. 7 Thy wrath, from which no fhelter faves, Full fore doth prefs on me; * Thou break'ft upon me all thy ways, * And all thy waves break me. 20 25 30 *The Hebr. bears both. Thou a Thou doft my friends from me eftrange, And mak'st me odious, e to them odious, for they change, And I here pent up thus. Through forrow, and affliction great, Mine eye grows dim and dead, 35 Or they who in perdition dwell, 12 In darkness can thy mighty band Or wondrous acts be known, Thy justice in the gloomy land Of dark oblivion? 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, Ere yet my life be spent, Each morn, and thee prevent. 50 55 Why 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forfake, And hide thy face from me? 15 That am already bruis'd, and † shake With terror fent from thee? 60 Heb. Pra Concuffione. Bruis'd, and afflicted, and fo low As ready to expire, While I thy terrors undergo Aftonifh'd with thine ire. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow, Thy threatnings cut me through: 17 All day they round about me go, Like waves they me purfue.. 18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd, And fever'd from me far: They fly me now whom I have lov'd, And as in darkness are. A Paraphrafe on PSA L. CXIV. This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old. W HEN the bleft feed of Terah's faithful fon 5 After long toil their liberty had won, And past from Pharian fields to Canaan land, Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand, Jehovah's wonders were in Ifrael shown, His praise and glory was in Ifrael known. That faw the troubled fea, and fhivering fled, And fought to hide his froth-becurled head Low in the earth; Jordan's clear ftreams recoil, As a faint hoft that hath receiv'd the foil. The high, huge-bellied mountains fkip like rams Amongst their ews, the little hills like lambs. Why fled the ocean? And why skipt the moun tains? Why turned Jordan tow'rd his crystal fountains? That glaffy floods from rugged rocks can crush, ΙΟ 15 PSAL. |