The wicked man's bould sinnes my heart doe tell,Noe feare of God before his eyes doth dwell;Yet flattereth hee himselfe in his owne sight,Untill his hatefull deeds bee brought to light;His words are lies, and most deceiptfull too,He leaues of[f] quite all honest deeds to doe;Hee on his bed doth nought but mischeife muse,Hee shunns noe ill and noe good way doth choose;Thy mercie Lord doth to the heauens extend,Thy faithfullnes doth to theCloudesassend;Thy justice stedfast as amountaineis,Thyjudgementsdeepe as is the great Abisse;Thy noble mercirs saue all liueinge thinges,The sonnes of men creepe underneathThywinges:With Thy great plenty they are fedd at will,And of Thy pleasure's streame they drinke their fill;For euen the well of life remaines with Thee,And in Thy glorious light wee light shall see;To them that know Thee, Lord, bee loveinge still,And just to them whose heart intends noe ill;Let not the foot of pride tread on my CrowneNor the hand of the vngodly cast mee downe:False are the wicked in their slippery wayes,And haue no power againe themselues to raise.
The wicked man's bould sinnes my heart doe tell,Noe feare of God before his eyes doth dwell;Yet flattereth hee himselfe in his owne sight,Untill his hatefull deeds bee brought to light;His words are lies, and most deceiptfull too,He leaues of[f] quite all honest deeds to doe;Hee on his bed doth nought but mischeife muse,Hee shunns noe ill and noe good way doth choose;Thy mercie Lord doth to the heauens extend,Thy faithfullnes doth to theCloudesassend;Thy justice stedfast as amountaineis,Thyjudgementsdeepe as is the great Abisse;Thy noble mercirs saue all liueinge thinges,The sonnes of men creepe underneathThywinges:With Thy great plenty they are fedd at will,And of Thy pleasure's streame they drinke their fill;For euen the well of life remaines with Thee,And in Thy glorious light wee light shall see;To them that know Thee, Lord, bee loveinge still,And just to them whose heart intends noe ill;Let not the foot of pride tread on my CrowneNor the hand of the vngodly cast mee downe:False are the wicked in their slippery wayes,And haue no power againe themselues to raise.
PSALM XXXVII.
If ill men prosper doe not Thou repine,Nor enuy them though they[219]in glory shyne;For as the grasse they shall be mowen away,And as greene hearbes shall turne to withered hay:Trust thou in God and still bee doinge good,And thou shalt neuer want noe house nor food;Delight in Him, Hee shall to thee jmparte,The full desires and wishes of Thy heart;On Him rely, to Him thy way commend,And Hee shall bringe it to a blessed end;Thine vpright light shall shine like the morninge light;And Thy just dealinge like thenoone-day bright;Bee still and frett not, but God's leasure stayThough wicked men doe prosper in their way;Suppresse Thine anger, let offences die,Lest thou be mouèd to offend thereby;Expect a while, obserue what will befall;Th' ungodly shall bee gon, their place and all.The Lord shall root out sinners out of hand,When good men and their heires shall hould their Land.Meeke persons shall enjoy the earthe's encrease,And shall abound in plentie and in peace;Against the just the wicked haue combin'd,And in dispight their teeth at them they grinde;But God with scorne behoulds them from the skie,For that Hee sees their day of ruin nigh;The vngodly drawes his sword and bends his boweTo slay the just, the weake to ouerthrowe:But his bent bowe shall breake and make him start,And his owne sword shall peirce his wicked heart;That little which the just enioyes with peace,'Tis better then th' ungodlie's great encrease;For th' armes of jmpious men theLordwill breake,And giue the righteous strength when they are weake;The just man's dayes theLorddoth know and see,That his inheritance shall endlessse bee;The tymes of danger shall not him confound,And in the dayes of dearth, hee shall abound;Thy foes O Lord, shall perish and consumeLike fatt of lambes, and vanish into fume;Th' ungodly want and borrow, but repay notThe good men frankly giue, [and] yet decay not;Their seat is firme whom God hath best belou'dBut such as Hee doth[220]curse shall bee remou'd.The good man's goings soe directeth HeeAs it most pleasinge to Himselfe may bee;Oft falls the just, yet is not cast away,For God's owne hand is his support and stay;Though I am ould, the just man or his seedI neuer sawe forsaken or in need;Hee doth giue daily almes, and frankly lend,Which makes his offspringe blessèd in the end;Shun to doe ill, bee euer doinge well,And euermore thou shalt in safety dwell;TheLordwho loueth right, forsaketh neuer,Those that are His, but keepeth them for euer;His children Hee correcteth now and then,But roots out quite the race of wicked men.As long asHeauenshall moue and Earth shall stand,The righteous men inherit shall the Land;The just man's mouth is wisedome's flowinge well,His tongue, of truth and judgement loues to tell;And in his heart the lawe of God doth bide,Which makes him walke vpright and neuer slide;The wicked sees the just with enuious eye,And lies in waite to wound him mortally;But God will neuer leaue him to his hands,Nor him condemne when hee in judgement stands:Then wait thou on the Lord, and keepe His way,Hee shall thy patience with promotion pay;Thy dwellinge in the Land shall stablisht bee,When thou the fall shalt of the wicked see.The vngodly in great power myselfe haue seene,Soe that he flourisht like a bay-tree greene;But soone's[221]I passèd by, and gon was hee,His place I sought, but noe where could it see;Keepe a cleare conscience, right and truth intend,For that brings peace and comfort in the end;When sinners shall at once together fall,And in the end shall be extèrpèd all;But good mens' safety doth from God proceed,Who is their strength in truble, helpe at need;Against the wicked Hee assists the just,And recues them, because in Him they trust.
If ill men prosper doe not Thou repine,Nor enuy them though they[219]in glory shyne;For as the grasse they shall be mowen away,And as greene hearbes shall turne to withered hay:Trust thou in God and still bee doinge good,And thou shalt neuer want noe house nor food;Delight in Him, Hee shall to thee jmparte,The full desires and wishes of Thy heart;On Him rely, to Him thy way commend,And Hee shall bringe it to a blessed end;Thine vpright light shall shine like the morninge light;And Thy just dealinge like thenoone-day bright;Bee still and frett not, but God's leasure stayThough wicked men doe prosper in their way;Suppresse Thine anger, let offences die,Lest thou be mouèd to offend thereby;Expect a while, obserue what will befall;Th' ungodly shall bee gon, their place and all.The Lord shall root out sinners out of hand,When good men and their heires shall hould their Land.Meeke persons shall enjoy the earthe's encrease,And shall abound in plentie and in peace;Against the just the wicked haue combin'd,And in dispight their teeth at them they grinde;But God with scorne behoulds them from the skie,For that Hee sees their day of ruin nigh;The vngodly drawes his sword and bends his boweTo slay the just, the weake to ouerthrowe:But his bent bowe shall breake and make him start,And his owne sword shall peirce his wicked heart;That little which the just enioyes with peace,'Tis better then th' ungodlie's great encrease;For th' armes of jmpious men theLordwill breake,And giue the righteous strength when they are weake;The just man's dayes theLorddoth know and see,That his inheritance shall endlessse bee;The tymes of danger shall not him confound,And in the dayes of dearth, hee shall abound;Thy foes O Lord, shall perish and consumeLike fatt of lambes, and vanish into fume;Th' ungodly want and borrow, but repay notThe good men frankly giue, [and] yet decay not;Their seat is firme whom God hath best belou'dBut such as Hee doth[220]curse shall bee remou'd.The good man's goings soe directeth HeeAs it most pleasinge to Himselfe may bee;Oft falls the just, yet is not cast away,For God's owne hand is his support and stay;Though I am ould, the just man or his seedI neuer sawe forsaken or in need;Hee doth giue daily almes, and frankly lend,Which makes his offspringe blessèd in the end;Shun to doe ill, bee euer doinge well,And euermore thou shalt in safety dwell;TheLordwho loueth right, forsaketh neuer,Those that are His, but keepeth them for euer;His children Hee correcteth now and then,But roots out quite the race of wicked men.As long asHeauenshall moue and Earth shall stand,The righteous men inherit shall the Land;The just man's mouth is wisedome's flowinge well,His tongue, of truth and judgement loues to tell;And in his heart the lawe of God doth bide,Which makes him walke vpright and neuer slide;The wicked sees the just with enuious eye,And lies in waite to wound him mortally;But God will neuer leaue him to his hands,Nor him condemne when hee in judgement stands:Then wait thou on the Lord, and keepe His way,Hee shall thy patience with promotion pay;Thy dwellinge in the Land shall stablisht bee,When thou the fall shalt of the wicked see.The vngodly in great power myselfe haue seene,Soe that he flourisht like a bay-tree greene;But soone's[221]I passèd by, and gon was hee,His place I sought, but noe where could it see;Keepe a cleare conscience, right and truth intend,For that brings peace and comfort in the end;When sinners shall at once together fall,And in the end shall be extèrpèd all;But good mens' safety doth from God proceed,Who is their strength in truble, helpe at need;Against the wicked Hee assists the just,And recues them, because in Him they trust.
PSALM XXXVIII.
If for my sinnes Thine anger kindled bee,Lord! let not then Thy justice chastise mee;Thine arrowes fixèd in my fleshe doe stand,I feele the pressure of Thy heauie hand;I haue noe health Thine anger is soe much,My bones noe rest; my greiuous synne is such,My wickednes doth mount aboue my headAnd fallinge presse mee like a load of lead;My ulcers are corrupted and doe smell,Caus'd by my folly, which I blush to tell.I am with greife soe broken and soe torne,As I all day in heart and habit mourne.My loynes are fillèd with a sore desease,Noe parte of all my bodie feeleth ease;I am soe faint, soe feeble, and soe sore,As paine and anguish make mee crie and roare;Thou Lord! the longings of my heart dost see,My sighes and groanings are not hidd from Thee.My heart doth pant, my sinewes faile mee quite,My weepinge eyes haue lost their power of sight;Meane while, my freinds and neighbours they looke on,My nearest kinsmen farthest of[f] are gon:And they which seeke my life haue layed their snaresAnd sett their trapps, to catch mee vnawares.They that to doe mee mischeife lye in wait,Doe plott and practise nothinge but deceit;But as for mee in silent patienceI seemèd deafe and dumbe and voyde of sence;As one whose eare admitts not any sound,And in whose mouth there[222]is noe answeare found.For on the Lord I euermore rely,Though I stand mute, Thou shalt for mee replie:My suite is that my foes may not preuaileWho greatly joy to see my footinge faile;For in a place of stumblinge sett am I,My sad estate is still before mine eye;But I with sorrow will confesse my synne,And grieue that I offend my God therein;And yet my foes do liue and grow in might,They grow in numbers which do beare me spight.They which doe ill for good, doe hate mee too,Because I loue good turnes for ill to doe:Lord leaue mee not nor from mee farr depart,Saue mee with speede: for Thou my safety art.
If for my sinnes Thine anger kindled bee,Lord! let not then Thy justice chastise mee;Thine arrowes fixèd in my fleshe doe stand,I feele the pressure of Thy heauie hand;I haue noe health Thine anger is soe much,My bones noe rest; my greiuous synne is such,My wickednes doth mount aboue my headAnd fallinge presse mee like a load of lead;My ulcers are corrupted and doe smell,Caus'd by my folly, which I blush to tell.I am with greife soe broken and soe torne,As I all day in heart and habit mourne.My loynes are fillèd with a sore desease,Noe parte of all my bodie feeleth ease;I am soe faint, soe feeble, and soe sore,As paine and anguish make mee crie and roare;Thou Lord! the longings of my heart dost see,My sighes and groanings are not hidd from Thee.My heart doth pant, my sinewes faile mee quite,My weepinge eyes haue lost their power of sight;Meane while, my freinds and neighbours they looke on,My nearest kinsmen farthest of[f] are gon:And they which seeke my life haue layed their snaresAnd sett their trapps, to catch mee vnawares.They that to doe mee mischeife lye in wait,Doe plott and practise nothinge but deceit;But as for mee in silent patienceI seemèd deafe and dumbe and voyde of sence;As one whose eare admitts not any sound,And in whose mouth there[222]is noe answeare found.For on the Lord I euermore rely,Though I stand mute, Thou shalt for mee replie:My suite is that my foes may not preuaileWho greatly joy to see my footinge faile;For in a place of stumblinge sett am I,My sad estate is still before mine eye;But I with sorrow will confesse my synne,And grieue that I offend my God therein;And yet my foes do liue and grow in might,They grow in numbers which do beare me spight.They which doe ill for good, doe hate mee too,Because I loue good turnes for ill to doe:Lord leaue mee not nor from mee farr depart,Saue mee with speede: for Thou my safety art.
PSALM XXXIX.
I said I will bee wary in my way;Lest I offend in that my tongue should say,I will my mouth as with a bridle hould,While wicked men with enuy mee behould:I dumb did stand and from all speech refraine,Euen from good words, which was to mee a paine:My heart was hott: while I such doubts did cast,The fire brake out, and thus I spake at last:'Lord of my life reueale to mee the end,The period showe, to which my dayes doe tend'!My life is but the measure of a spann,Nought as to Thee, so vaine a thinge is man:Who dreaminge walks, and toyles for wealth in vaine,And doth not know to whome it shall remaine.But what doe I expect? what is my hope!Of my desires Thou art the only scope.Lord! from my synnes Thine indignation turneAnd make mee not to wicked fooles a scorne,When Thou didst strike I silent was and dum[b]Because I knewe the blowe from Thee did come.Remoue Thy hand, withdrawe Thy plague from meWherewith my vitall spirrits consumèd bee:Thy plagues for sinne doth like a moth consumeMan's beauty vaine, which is nought else but fume.Lord! heare my prayer, and listen to my cries,Let not Thy gracious eye my teares dispise:For I am but Thy guest, and sojourne heare,On earth a pilgrim as my fathers were;O spare a little, and my strength restoreBefore I goe from hence to come noe more.
I said I will bee wary in my way;Lest I offend in that my tongue should say,I will my mouth as with a bridle hould,While wicked men with enuy mee behould:I dumb did stand and from all speech refraine,Euen from good words, which was to mee a paine:My heart was hott: while I such doubts did cast,The fire brake out, and thus I spake at last:'Lord of my life reueale to mee the end,The period showe, to which my dayes doe tend'!My life is but the measure of a spann,Nought as to Thee, so vaine a thinge is man:Who dreaminge walks, and toyles for wealth in vaine,And doth not know to whome it shall remaine.But what doe I expect? what is my hope!Of my desires Thou art the only scope.Lord! from my synnes Thine indignation turneAnd make mee not to wicked fooles a scorne,When Thou didst strike I silent was and dum[b]Because I knewe the blowe from Thee did come.Remoue Thy hand, withdrawe Thy plague from meWherewith my vitall spirrits consumèd bee:Thy plagues for sinne doth like a moth consumeMan's beauty vaine, which is nought else but fume.Lord! heare my prayer, and listen to my cries,Let not Thy gracious eye my teares dispise:For I am but Thy guest, and sojourne heare,On earth a pilgrim as my fathers were;O spare a little, and my strength restoreBefore I goe from hence to come noe more.
PSALM XL.
Long on the Lord, I waited patiently,Till He enclin'd His eare, and heard my cry:Drew mee from out the pitt of mire and clayDid sett mee on firme ground and guide my way:Put in my mouth a new and joyfull songOf thankes[223]and praise, that to Himselfe belong.Of His great mercie, many shall haue sense,And of the Lord haue feare and confidence.Blest is the man who hath on God relide,Not turninge vnto lies or worldly pride;O Lord! Thy works of wonder, they are suchThy care and loue to vsward is soe much,They are soe great, they are soe numberlesse,As if I would, I could not them expresse.My sacrifice of meates Thou would'st not take,But Thou mine eare didst peirce and open make.Thou didst not aske burnt-offerings at my handThenLordsaid I 'I come at Thy commaund;Thy Booke eternall, doth of mee record,That I should come to doe Thy will O Lord!To doe Thy will, my heart is pleasèd well,For in my heart Thy lawe doth euer dwell;Thy truth I haue to all Thy people tould,Therein Thou knowest my tongue I cannot hould:Thy justice in my heart is not conceal'd,Thy mercy to the world I haue reueal'd;I haue not spar'd to make Thy bounty knowne,But in the Great Assembly haue it showne.Take not Thy wonted mercy Lord, from mee,But let Thy goodnes still my safety bee.My trubles numberlesse such hould haue tookeOn my weake soule, as vp I cannot looke:My sinnes beinge more then[224]haires upon my head,Make my heart faint and vitall spirrits dead:But bee it Lord, Thy pleasure and Thy will,With speed to saue and rescue mee from ill:Bringe them to shame that would my life destroy,Reproue them Lord, that wish my soule's annoy:Let them bee left to scorne and pride, which blameWhich scorninge say to me, fie, fie, for shame.But let all those that seeke their blisse, in TheeRejoyce and say, the Lord's name praisèd bee'.For mee who am contemtible and poore,The Lord takes care, and feeds mee euermore:Thou Lord art my protection, and my aid,Let not Thy gracious helpe bee long delay'd.
Long on the Lord, I waited patiently,Till He enclin'd His eare, and heard my cry:Drew mee from out the pitt of mire and clayDid sett mee on firme ground and guide my way:Put in my mouth a new and joyfull songOf thankes[223]and praise, that to Himselfe belong.Of His great mercie, many shall haue sense,And of the Lord haue feare and confidence.Blest is the man who hath on God relide,Not turninge vnto lies or worldly pride;O Lord! Thy works of wonder, they are suchThy care and loue to vsward is soe much,They are soe great, they are soe numberlesse,As if I would, I could not them expresse.My sacrifice of meates Thou would'st not take,But Thou mine eare didst peirce and open make.Thou didst not aske burnt-offerings at my handThenLordsaid I 'I come at Thy commaund;Thy Booke eternall, doth of mee record,That I should come to doe Thy will O Lord!To doe Thy will, my heart is pleasèd well,For in my heart Thy lawe doth euer dwell;Thy truth I haue to all Thy people tould,Therein Thou knowest my tongue I cannot hould:Thy justice in my heart is not conceal'd,Thy mercy to the world I haue reueal'd;I haue not spar'd to make Thy bounty knowne,But in the Great Assembly haue it showne.Take not Thy wonted mercy Lord, from mee,But let Thy goodnes still my safety bee.My trubles numberlesse such hould haue tookeOn my weake soule, as vp I cannot looke:My sinnes beinge more then[224]haires upon my head,Make my heart faint and vitall spirrits dead:But bee it Lord, Thy pleasure and Thy will,With speed to saue and rescue mee from ill:Bringe them to shame that would my life destroy,Reproue them Lord, that wish my soule's annoy:Let them bee left to scorne and pride, which blameWhich scorninge say to me, fie, fie, for shame.But let all those that seeke their blisse, in TheeRejoyce and say, the Lord's name praisèd bee'.For mee who am contemtible and poore,The Lord takes care, and feeds mee euermore:Thou Lord art my protection, and my aid,Let not Thy gracious helpe bee long delay'd.
PSALM XLI.
That man is blest who doth the poore regard;In tymes of truble God shall him reward,Prolong his life, and blesse him in the Land,And free him from his foes' oppressing hand:Shall comfort him, when sicke and weake hee lies,And make his bedd till hee in health doe rise:My synne hath giuen my soule a greiuous wound,Apply Thy mercy Lord, and make it sound;Thus speakes my foe of mee to show his spight,'When shall his life and honnour perish quite'?Hee vissitts mee, but with false heart and tongueAnd thereof vaunts, his complices amonge:Euen all my foes against mee doe conspire,And with one minde my ruin doe desire;'Let him,' say they of mee, 'in judgement fallAnd when hee once is downe not rise at all.'The freind I trusted, which did eat my bread,Hath lifted vp his heele against my head.Thy mercie's winges on mee O Lord display;Raise mee againe, and I shall them repay.By this I doe Thy gracious fauour see,In that my foe doth not trihumph on mee.Thou in my health uphouldst mee with Thy hand,And in Thy presence I shall euer stand.The name ofJacob's Godbee blessèd then,From age to age for euermore: Amen.
That man is blest who doth the poore regard;In tymes of truble God shall him reward,Prolong his life, and blesse him in the Land,And free him from his foes' oppressing hand:Shall comfort him, when sicke and weake hee lies,And make his bedd till hee in health doe rise:My synne hath giuen my soule a greiuous wound,Apply Thy mercy Lord, and make it sound;Thus speakes my foe of mee to show his spight,'When shall his life and honnour perish quite'?Hee vissitts mee, but with false heart and tongueAnd thereof vaunts, his complices amonge:Euen all my foes against mee doe conspire,And with one minde my ruin doe desire;'Let him,' say they of mee, 'in judgement fallAnd when hee once is downe not rise at all.'The freind I trusted, which did eat my bread,Hath lifted vp his heele against my head.Thy mercie's winges on mee O Lord display;Raise mee againe, and I shall them repay.By this I doe Thy gracious fauour see,In that my foe doth not trihumph on mee.Thou in my health uphouldst mee with Thy hand,And in Thy presence I shall euer stand.The name ofJacob's Godbee blessèd then,From age to age for euermore: Amen.
PSALM XLII.
As for the streames the hunted hart doth bray,Soe for God's grace my heart doth pant and pray.My soule doth thirst (O God of life!) for Thee,When shall I come Thy blessed[225]face to see?My teares are all my food both night and day,While 'where is now thy God?' the wicked say.I powrèd out my hart, while thus I thoughtAnd to God's House the multitude I brought:With songs of praise and thankfullnes withall,To celebrate the Lord's great festiuall:Then why art thou my soule soe full of woe,Vnquiet in thyselfe and vexèd soe?O put thy trust in God and thankfull bee,For his sweet helpe His presence yields to Thee.My soule is greiu'd remembringe all the illI felt inJordan'svale andHermonhill.One depth of sorrow doth to another call,Thy waves O God haue ouergon mee all:I prais'd at night God's bounty of the day,And vnto Him that giues mee life did pray.God of my strength, why hast Thou left mee soe,With heauy hart oppressèd by my foe?My foe doth cut my bones as with a sword,While hee in scorne repeats this bitter word,'Where is thy God?' his speech to mee is such:'Where is thy God, of which thou talk'st soe much?'But why art thou my soule dejected soe?Why art thou trubled and soe full of woe?Trust thou in God, and giue Him thankfull praise[226]Who is Thy present helpe in all thy wayes.
As for the streames the hunted hart doth bray,Soe for God's grace my heart doth pant and pray.My soule doth thirst (O God of life!) for Thee,When shall I come Thy blessed[225]face to see?My teares are all my food both night and day,While 'where is now thy God?' the wicked say.I powrèd out my hart, while thus I thoughtAnd to God's House the multitude I brought:With songs of praise and thankfullnes withall,To celebrate the Lord's great festiuall:Then why art thou my soule soe full of woe,Vnquiet in thyselfe and vexèd soe?O put thy trust in God and thankfull bee,For his sweet helpe His presence yields to Thee.My soule is greiu'd remembringe all the illI felt inJordan'svale andHermonhill.One depth of sorrow doth to another call,Thy waves O God haue ouergon mee all:I prais'd at night God's bounty of the day,And vnto Him that giues mee life did pray.God of my strength, why hast Thou left mee soe,With heauy hart oppressèd by my foe?My foe doth cut my bones as with a sword,While hee in scorne repeats this bitter word,'Where is thy God?' his speech to mee is such:'Where is thy God, of which thou talk'st soe much?'But why art thou my soule dejected soe?Why art thou trubled and soe full of woe?Trust thou in God, and giue Him thankfull praise[226]Who is Thy present helpe in all thy wayes.
PSALM XLIII.
Judge thou my[227]cause, [O God!] and right mee then,Against vngodly and deceiptfull men.O God, my strength, why sett'st Thou mee asideAnd leau'st mee to my foes' oppressinge pride?Send forth Thy light and truth and guide mee still,In the right way to Thy most holy hill.God of my[228]joy, before Thine Alter high,My thankfull harte, my harpe shall justifie.Then why art thou my soule dejected soe?Why art thou trubled and soe full of woe?O put thy trust in God and thankfull bee,For that sweete aide His presence giues to thee.
Judge thou my[227]cause, [O God!] and right mee then,Against vngodly and deceiptfull men.O God, my strength, why sett'st Thou mee asideAnd leau'st mee to my foes' oppressinge pride?Send forth Thy light and truth and guide mee still,In the right way to Thy most holy hill.God of my[228]joy, before Thine Alter high,My thankfull harte, my harpe shall justifie.Then why art thou my soule dejected soe?Why art thou trubled and soe full of woe?O put thy trust in God and thankfull bee,For that sweete aide His presence giues to thee.
PSALM XLIV.
Lord! of Thy workes, our fathers haue vs tould,Some in their dayes, and former times of ould;How Thou hast rooted out thePaganrace,And Thy choice people planted in their place:Who did not with their owne sword winne the Land,Nor make the conquest with their proper hand;But by Thine Arme, Thy fauour and Thy grace,Thy countenance and brightnesse of Thy face;Thou art myKinge, O God, and royal Guide,And Thou forJacob'ssafety dost prouide.Wee through Thine aid our foes doe bouldly meet,And by Thy vertue[229]cast them at our feet;Therefore my trust I place not in my bowe,Nor in my sword, to saue mee from my foe.Thou only sau'st vs from our enimies,Confoundinge them that doe against vs rise.Wee boast and glory in our strength therefore,And to Thy name singe praises euermore;But now Thou standest of[f] and leau'st vs quite,And dost not lead our armies out to fight;Thou mak'st vs fly before our foes with feare,While they from vs rich spoyles away doe beare;Like sheepe, to feed them Thy poore flock is giuen,Or scatterèd into seuerallNationsdriuen.Thyne owne deare people Thou dost sell for naught,And setts on them noe price when they are bought;Thou hast vs made vnto ourNeighboursall,An object of reproch and scorne withall:ToNationswhich doe worship Idolls dumbe,Wee are[230]a byword of contempt become;All the day long my shame is in my sight,Which makes me hide my face and shun the light,Not able to endure the blasphemiesAnd scornes of my reuengefull enimies.For all these ills wee doe not Thee forgett,Thy blessedCouenantwee renounce not yet.Our hearts recede not from theLawedeuine,Nor doe our footsteps from Thy pathes declyne;Though wee in dennes of dragons haue bene plac't,And with death's fearefull shadowes[231]ouercast.If wee the name of our trueGodforgett,And Idolls false wee in His place doe sett,Shall not Hee search [it] out, Whose eye doth seeThe heart of man whose thoughts most trubled bee?But for Thy causeLordwee are martir'd still,Like sheep whichslaughter-mencull out to kill.Up Lord! why dost Thou seeme to slumber thus?Awake and bee not alwayes farr from vs:Why hidest Thou from vs Thy blessed face,Forgettinge our distresse and wretched case?Our soules euen to the dust are humbled lowe,Our prostrate bodies to the ground doe growe.Arise and helpe vs Lord! defend vs still,And saue vs for Thy mercie's sake from ill.
Lord! of Thy workes, our fathers haue vs tould,Some in their dayes, and former times of ould;How Thou hast rooted out thePaganrace,And Thy choice people planted in their place:Who did not with their owne sword winne the Land,Nor make the conquest with their proper hand;But by Thine Arme, Thy fauour and Thy grace,Thy countenance and brightnesse of Thy face;Thou art myKinge, O God, and royal Guide,And Thou forJacob'ssafety dost prouide.Wee through Thine aid our foes doe bouldly meet,And by Thy vertue[229]cast them at our feet;Therefore my trust I place not in my bowe,Nor in my sword, to saue mee from my foe.Thou only sau'st vs from our enimies,Confoundinge them that doe against vs rise.Wee boast and glory in our strength therefore,And to Thy name singe praises euermore;But now Thou standest of[f] and leau'st vs quite,And dost not lead our armies out to fight;Thou mak'st vs fly before our foes with feare,While they from vs rich spoyles away doe beare;Like sheepe, to feed them Thy poore flock is giuen,Or scatterèd into seuerallNationsdriuen.Thyne owne deare people Thou dost sell for naught,And setts on them noe price when they are bought;Thou hast vs made vnto ourNeighboursall,An object of reproch and scorne withall:ToNationswhich doe worship Idolls dumbe,Wee are[230]a byword of contempt become;All the day long my shame is in my sight,Which makes me hide my face and shun the light,Not able to endure the blasphemiesAnd scornes of my reuengefull enimies.For all these ills wee doe not Thee forgett,Thy blessedCouenantwee renounce not yet.Our hearts recede not from theLawedeuine,Nor doe our footsteps from Thy pathes declyne;Though wee in dennes of dragons haue bene plac't,And with death's fearefull shadowes[231]ouercast.If wee the name of our trueGodforgett,And Idolls false wee in His place doe sett,Shall not Hee search [it] out, Whose eye doth seeThe heart of man whose thoughts most trubled bee?But for Thy causeLordwee are martir'd still,Like sheep whichslaughter-mencull out to kill.Up Lord! why dost Thou seeme to slumber thus?Awake and bee not alwayes farr from vs:Why hidest Thou from vs Thy blessed face,Forgettinge our distresse and wretched case?Our soules euen to the dust are humbled lowe,Our prostrate bodies to the ground doe growe.Arise and helpe vs Lord! defend vs still,And saue vs for Thy mercie's sake from ill.
PSALM XLV.
My heart is mou'd to vtter some good thinge,Which I entend to offer to the kinge.My tougue shall bee the pen, and swiftly writeWhat in my heart deuotion doth endite.Fairest of men, whose lipps with grace abound,Whom with eternall blessings God hath crown'd;Gird Thy sharp sword vpon Thine armèd thigh,And shew Thyselfe in power andmajestie.Ride on with Thy great honnour prosperously,Raigne and trihumph, and bee Thou mounted high,Borne vp with justice, truth and meeknes' wings:And Thy right hand shall teach Thee dreadfull things;Thine arrowes sharpe, shall make Thy foes to fall,Which Thou shalt shoote and peirce their hearts withall.Eternall is Thy judgement-seat O God!Thy scepter is a true directinge rod;Right hast Thou lou'd and loth'st vnrighteousnes,And thereforeGodThyGodWho doth Thee blesse,Hath powr'd on Thee OPrince of Princesbest,More oyle of gladnes then on all the rest:Thy garments, which Thy person shall aray,Brought out of Iuory wardrobes where they lay,OfMyrrh, ofAlloes, and ofCashasmell;Which odours doe refresh and please Thee well.The queene, all cladd in gould at Thy right hand,Daughters of Kings attendinge her, shall stand.Attend faire daughter, listen and giue eare,Forgett thy father's house and Cuntry deare.Soe shall the Kinge take pleasure in thy beautie;Hee is thy Lord, yield Him both loue and duty.TheTyrianvirgins shall bringe guifts to thee,Andmerchantsrich, thy suppliants shall bee.The daughter of the Kinge is rich without,Her gownes embroidered all with gould about;And yet within, shee is more glorious farr,The jewells of her minde more precious are.In finest dressinge, with the needle wrought,Shee with her fellow virgins shall bee brought.They shall with joy, O Kinge bee brought to Thee,And in Thy princelyCourtereceauvèd bee.Thou in thy father's stead, O Bride shall gaineSonnes, which in sundryProuincesshall raigne.Thee Lord, will I remember, all my dayes,And all the world shall giue Thee endlesse praise.
My heart is mou'd to vtter some good thinge,Which I entend to offer to the kinge.My tougue shall bee the pen, and swiftly writeWhat in my heart deuotion doth endite.Fairest of men, whose lipps with grace abound,Whom with eternall blessings God hath crown'd;Gird Thy sharp sword vpon Thine armèd thigh,And shew Thyselfe in power andmajestie.Ride on with Thy great honnour prosperously,Raigne and trihumph, and bee Thou mounted high,Borne vp with justice, truth and meeknes' wings:And Thy right hand shall teach Thee dreadfull things;Thine arrowes sharpe, shall make Thy foes to fall,Which Thou shalt shoote and peirce their hearts withall.Eternall is Thy judgement-seat O God!Thy scepter is a true directinge rod;Right hast Thou lou'd and loth'st vnrighteousnes,And thereforeGodThyGodWho doth Thee blesse,Hath powr'd on Thee OPrince of Princesbest,More oyle of gladnes then on all the rest:Thy garments, which Thy person shall aray,Brought out of Iuory wardrobes where they lay,OfMyrrh, ofAlloes, and ofCashasmell;Which odours doe refresh and please Thee well.The queene, all cladd in gould at Thy right hand,Daughters of Kings attendinge her, shall stand.Attend faire daughter, listen and giue eare,Forgett thy father's house and Cuntry deare.Soe shall the Kinge take pleasure in thy beautie;Hee is thy Lord, yield Him both loue and duty.TheTyrianvirgins shall bringe guifts to thee,Andmerchantsrich, thy suppliants shall bee.The daughter of the Kinge is rich without,Her gownes embroidered all with gould about;And yet within, shee is more glorious farr,The jewells of her minde more precious are.In finest dressinge, with the needle wrought,Shee with her fellow virgins shall bee brought.They shall with joy, O Kinge bee brought to Thee,And in Thy princelyCourtereceauvèd bee.Thou in thy father's stead, O Bride shall gaineSonnes, which in sundryProuincesshall raigne.Thee Lord, will I remember, all my dayes,And all the world shall giue Thee endlesse praise.
PSALM XLVI.
Godis our hope and strength, which neuer failes;Our present helpe, when mischeife vs assailes.Though the earth remouèd, and the mountaines wereAmid the Ocean cast, wee would not feare.Though raginge seas a dreadfull noise doe make,Thou[gh] floodes and tempestes [roaring,] hills doe shake,There is a streame, which though it bee not great,Makes glad God'sCittie, and His holy seate.God in herCenterdwells, and makes His placeUnmoueable, by His preuentinge grace.They were[232]enrag'd which heathen kingdomes sway,But when God spake, the Earth did melt away.The Lord of Hosts assists vs with His power,AndJacob's Godto vs becomes a Tower.Come, and behould what workes the Lord hath wrought,And Hee, His foes hath to destruction brought.In all the world Hee warr to peace doth turne,The bowe and speare doe breake and chariotts burne;Bee quiet then and still, and know that IAm Lord of the world and God Most High:The Lord of Hosts assists vs with His power,AndJacob's Godto vs becomes a Tower.
Godis our hope and strength, which neuer failes;Our present helpe, when mischeife vs assailes.Though the earth remouèd, and the mountaines wereAmid the Ocean cast, wee would not feare.Though raginge seas a dreadfull noise doe make,Thou[gh] floodes and tempestes [roaring,] hills doe shake,There is a streame, which though it bee not great,Makes glad God'sCittie, and His holy seate.God in herCenterdwells, and makes His placeUnmoueable, by His preuentinge grace.They were[232]enrag'd which heathen kingdomes sway,But when God spake, the Earth did melt away.The Lord of Hosts assists vs with His power,AndJacob's Godto vs becomes a Tower.Come, and behould what workes the Lord hath wrought,And Hee, His foes hath to destruction brought.In all the world Hee warr to peace doth turne,The bowe and speare doe breake and chariotts burne;Bee quiet then and still, and know that IAm Lord of the world and God Most High:The Lord of Hosts assists vs with His power,AndJacob's Godto vs becomes a Tower.
PSALM XLVII.
Clap hands yee people, with applause rejoyce,Singe to the Lord with loud and chearfull voyce;His throne is high, His judgement breedeth feare,On all the earth Hee doth theScepterbeare.Hee makes much people our commaund obey,And manyNationsat our feet doth lay;And hath for vs an heritage in store,EuenJacob'sportion whom Hee lou'd before.In glorious trihumphGodis mounted high,The Lord with trumpet's sound ascends theskie.Singe, singe, vnto our God, vnto our Kinge,All praises due, euen all due praises singe.AllKingdomesof the earth to Him belonge,Singe wisely then, and vnderstand your song.In all the heathen Hee doth raigne alone,And sitts in judgment in His holy throne.And heathen princes which were seuerd farr,To Abraham's faithfull seed now joinèd are.And God, Whose highnes doth the heauens transcend,As with a buckler doth the earth defend.
Clap hands yee people, with applause rejoyce,Singe to the Lord with loud and chearfull voyce;His throne is high, His judgement breedeth feare,On all the earth Hee doth theScepterbeare.Hee makes much people our commaund obey,And manyNationsat our feet doth lay;And hath for vs an heritage in store,EuenJacob'sportion whom Hee lou'd before.In glorious trihumphGodis mounted high,The Lord with trumpet's sound ascends theskie.Singe, singe, vnto our God, vnto our Kinge,All praises due, euen all due praises singe.AllKingdomesof the earth to Him belonge,Singe wisely then, and vnderstand your song.In all the heathen Hee doth raigne alone,And sitts in judgment in His holy throne.And heathen princes which were seuerd farr,To Abraham's faithfull seed now joinèd are.And God, Whose highnes doth the heauens transcend,As with a buckler doth the earth defend.
PSALM XLVIII.
Great is the Lord and highly to bee praised,In God's owneCittie,Syonhill is rays'd;The beautie and the joy of all the Land,The great king'sCittieon theNorthdoth stand;In his fairePallacesGod's name is knowne,Where Hee doth cherish and protect His owne.Though manie kings against her gathred bee,They stand astonisht her great strength to see.As when a woman doth in trauell fall,A suddaine feare and tremblinge takes them all;And God shall breake them though they bee combin'd,As shipps are broken with anEasternewinde.What wee haue heard, wee see Thou dost fullfill,ThouGod of Hostsvphoulds't ThyCittiestill:Amidst Thy Temple Lord, wee doe attendTill Thou to vs Thy grace and fauour send.Great is Thy name, O God, Thy praise noe lesse,And Thy right hand is full of righteousnes.Rejoyce O Sion, and your joyes renew,Daughters ofJudah,[233]for His judgements true.About the walls of Sion walke yee round,And tell the towers wherewith that forte is crownd;Obserue her bulwarks and her turrets high,And tell the same to your posterity.This euer liuinge God our God is Hee,And shall our Guide while we haue liuinge, bee.[234]
Great is the Lord and highly to bee praised,In God's owneCittie,Syonhill is rays'd;The beautie and the joy of all the Land,The great king'sCittieon theNorthdoth stand;In his fairePallacesGod's name is knowne,Where Hee doth cherish and protect His owne.Though manie kings against her gathred bee,They stand astonisht her great strength to see.As when a woman doth in trauell fall,A suddaine feare and tremblinge takes them all;And God shall breake them though they bee combin'd,As shipps are broken with anEasternewinde.What wee haue heard, wee see Thou dost fullfill,ThouGod of Hostsvphoulds't ThyCittiestill:Amidst Thy Temple Lord, wee doe attendTill Thou to vs Thy grace and fauour send.Great is Thy name, O God, Thy praise noe lesse,And Thy right hand is full of righteousnes.Rejoyce O Sion, and your joyes renew,Daughters ofJudah,[233]for His judgements true.About the walls of Sion walke yee round,And tell the towers wherewith that forte is crownd;Obserue her bulwarks and her turrets high,And tell the same to your posterity.This euer liuinge God our God is Hee,And shall our Guide while we haue liuinge, bee.[234]
PSALM XLIX.
Heare this yee people, all yee people heare;Listen to[235]mee and giue attentiue eare,All yee that in the world residinge bee,Both rich and poore, of high and low degree:My mouth shall vtter, and my heart deuise,Matters of greatest skill, profound and wise.Mine eares to parables will I encline,And singe vnto my harpe, of things deuine.Then why should I in ill times fearfull bee,When mischeife at my heeles doth follow mee.Howbeit, some doe in their riches trust,And glory in their wealth, which is but dust;Yet non from death his brother's life can stay,Nor vntoGodfor Him a ransome pay.For it cost more the soule of man to saue,Then all the wealth is worth, which worldlyngs haue.Nor may men hope to liue on earth for euer,Though long they last, ere soule and body seuer.That fooles and wise men die alike they finde,And vnto strangers leaue their wealth behinde.Their houses yet they thinke shall euer stand,They giue their proper names vnto their land;Yet noe man can in honnour euer bee,But as the brute beast dies, euen so does hee.This is their follie, this their stumblinge wayes;And yet the children doe their fathers praise.They[236]are shut vp in graues as sheepe in folde,And hungry Death feeds on their bodies cold,The just shall rule them when the sunne doth rise,With them their pride and beauty buried lies;But God shall from Deathe's power my soule deliuer,When Hee shall take it to Himselfe for euer.Then let not feare and enuy thee surprize,When thou seest men in wealth and honnour rise,For to their graues they naught away shall beare,Nor shall their glory waite vpon them there;Yet they themselues thought happie all their dayes,For him who helps himselfe others will praise:As his forefathers all are gon before,Soe shall hee die and see the light noe more.Soe man on honnour little doth foresee,But as brute beasts doe perish, soe dies hee.
Heare this yee people, all yee people heare;Listen to[235]mee and giue attentiue eare,All yee that in the world residinge bee,Both rich and poore, of high and low degree:My mouth shall vtter, and my heart deuise,Matters of greatest skill, profound and wise.Mine eares to parables will I encline,And singe vnto my harpe, of things deuine.Then why should I in ill times fearfull bee,When mischeife at my heeles doth follow mee.Howbeit, some doe in their riches trust,And glory in their wealth, which is but dust;Yet non from death his brother's life can stay,Nor vntoGodfor Him a ransome pay.For it cost more the soule of man to saue,Then all the wealth is worth, which worldlyngs haue.Nor may men hope to liue on earth for euer,Though long they last, ere soule and body seuer.That fooles and wise men die alike they finde,And vnto strangers leaue their wealth behinde.Their houses yet they thinke shall euer stand,They giue their proper names vnto their land;Yet noe man can in honnour euer bee,But as the brute beast dies, euen so does hee.This is their follie, this their stumblinge wayes;And yet the children doe their fathers praise.They[236]are shut vp in graues as sheepe in folde,And hungry Death feeds on their bodies cold,The just shall rule them when the sunne doth rise,With them their pride and beauty buried lies;But God shall from Deathe's power my soule deliuer,When Hee shall take it to Himselfe for euer.Then let not feare and enuy thee surprize,When thou seest men in wealth and honnour rise,For to their graues they naught away shall beare,Nor shall their glory waite vpon them there;Yet they themselues thought happie all their dayes,For him who helps himselfe others will praise:As his forefathers all are gon before,Soe shall hee die and see the light noe more.Soe man on honnour little doth foresee,But as brute beasts doe perish, soe dies hee.
PSALM L.
The Lord, the God of Gods, the world doth call,Euen from the sunn's vprisinge to his fall;From out ofSiondoth the Lord appeare,And shewes the brightnes of His beauty cleare.In trihumph, not in silence come shall Hee,His vsher fire, His guard a storme shall bee.Hee by His summons heauen and earth will call,That Hee [may][237]judge at once his creatures all.To Mee, saith Hee, let all My saints repaire,Which worshipp Mee with sacrifice and prayer;God's justice shall from heauen declarèd bee,For Who is judge of all the world but Hee?HarkeIsraell! I am Thy God, giue eare;I will against thee speake and witnes beare.Not for the dailie taske of sacrifice,Or that burnt-offerings shine not in Mine eyes:I want them not, nor will I take at all,Goat from thy fould or bullocke from thy stall;All beasts are Mine within the forrest wide,And cattle on a thousand hills beside;I knowe all fowles which in the aire doe fly,And see all beasts which in the feild doe lye.If I were hungrie would I begg of thee,When all things in the world belong to Mee?Art thou O man, soe simple as to thinkeThat bulls' flesh is My meat, goats' blood My drinke?[238]
The Lord, the God of Gods, the world doth call,Euen from the sunn's vprisinge to his fall;From out ofSiondoth the Lord appeare,And shewes the brightnes of His beauty cleare.In trihumph, not in silence come shall Hee,His vsher fire, His guard a storme shall bee.Hee by His summons heauen and earth will call,That Hee [may][237]judge at once his creatures all.To Mee, saith Hee, let all My saints repaire,Which worshipp Mee with sacrifice and prayer;God's justice shall from heauen declarèd bee,For Who is judge of all the world but Hee?HarkeIsraell! I am Thy God, giue eare;I will against thee speake and witnes beare.Not for the dailie taske of sacrifice,Or that burnt-offerings shine not in Mine eyes:I want them not, nor will I take at all,Goat from thy fould or bullocke from thy stall;All beasts are Mine within the forrest wide,And cattle on a thousand hills beside;I knowe all fowles which in the aire doe fly,And see all beasts which in the feild doe lye.If I were hungrie would I begg of thee,When all things in the world belong to Mee?Art thou O man, soe simple as to thinkeThat bulls' flesh is My meat, goats' blood My drinke?[238]
PSALM LXVII.
Shew us Thy mercy, Lord, and grace diuine:Turne Thy bright face that it on vs may shine,That all the men on Earth enlight'ned soTheire owne saluation and Thy wayes may know.O let Thy people praise Thy blessed name,And let all tongues and nations doe the same;And let all mortall men rejoyce in this,That God['s] their judge, and iust His iudgment, is.O let Thy people praise Thy blessed name,And let all tongues and nations doe the same:Then shall the Earth[239]bringe forth a rich encrease,And God shall blesse vs with a fruitfull peace.Euen God shall bless vs and[240]His holy feare,Possesse the harts of all men euery where.
Shew us Thy mercy, Lord, and grace diuine:Turne Thy bright face that it on vs may shine,That all the men on Earth enlight'ned soTheire owne saluation and Thy wayes may know.O let Thy people praise Thy blessed name,And let all tongues and nations doe the same;And let all mortall men rejoyce in this,That God['s] their judge, and iust His iudgment, is.O let Thy people praise Thy blessed name,And let all tongues and nations doe the same:Then shall the Earth[239]bringe forth a rich encrease,And God shall blesse vs with a fruitfull peace.Euen God shall bless vs and[240]His holy feare,Possesse the harts of all men euery where.
PSALM XCI.
1 Who vnder the Most High Himselfe doth hide,In most assurèd safety shall abide.2 Thou art, O Lord, my hope and my defence,My God, in Thee is all my confidence.3 Hee shall preserue thee from the hunter's snare,And from the pestilent contagious aier.4 His winges shall both protect and cherish thee,His faithfull promise shall thy buckler bee.5 Noe terror of the night shall thee dismay,Nor Satan's arrow flyinge in the day,6 Nor mortall plague, which in the darke annoyes,Nor that ill angell which at none[241]destroyes.[242]7 Thousands, ten thousands shall about thee fall,Yet noe such ill shall thee approach at all;8 Yea with thine eyes thou shalt behould and see,The iust reward of such as impious bee;9 Thou art my hope, I will on Thee rely,Thy tower of safety, Lord, is sett soe high.10 Noe mischeefe, noe mischance shall thee betideNo plague come near the place where Thou shalt bide.11 The Lord His angells will Thy keepers make,In all Thy righteous wayes which thou shalte take;12 They in their hands shall thee sustaine and stayThat Thou shalt neuer stumble in thy way.13 Uppon the basilisk and adder's head,Dragon and lyon thou shalt safely tread.14 Thy loue to Mee shall saue thee from mischance,Thy knowledge of My name shall thee aduance.15 I will him hear, and help him in His trouble;I will protect him and his honour duble.With length of dayes, hee satisfied shall bee,And hee at last shall My saluation see.
1 Who vnder the Most High Himselfe doth hide,In most assurèd safety shall abide.2 Thou art, O Lord, my hope and my defence,My God, in Thee is all my confidence.3 Hee shall preserue thee from the hunter's snare,And from the pestilent contagious aier.4 His winges shall both protect and cherish thee,His faithfull promise shall thy buckler bee.5 Noe terror of the night shall thee dismay,Nor Satan's arrow flyinge in the day,6 Nor mortall plague, which in the darke annoyes,Nor that ill angell which at none[241]destroyes.[242]7 Thousands, ten thousands shall about thee fall,Yet noe such ill shall thee approach at all;8 Yea with thine eyes thou shalt behould and see,The iust reward of such as impious bee;9 Thou art my hope, I will on Thee rely,Thy tower of safety, Lord, is sett soe high.10 Noe mischeefe, noe mischance shall thee betideNo plague come near the place where Thou shalt bide.11 The Lord His angells will Thy keepers make,In all Thy righteous wayes which thou shalte take;12 They in their hands shall thee sustaine and stayThat Thou shalt neuer stumble in thy way.13 Uppon the basilisk and adder's head,Dragon and lyon thou shalt safely tread.14 Thy loue to Mee shall saue thee from mischance,Thy knowledge of My name shall thee aduance.15 I will him hear, and help him in His trouble;I will protect him and his honour duble.With length of dayes, hee satisfied shall bee,And hee at last shall My saluation see.
PSALM XCV.[243]