THE PSALMS OF DAVID THE KING AND PROPHET, AND Of other holy PROPHETS, paraphased in English: Conferred with the Hebrew VERITY, set forth by B. Arias Montanus, together with the Latin, Greek Septuagint, and Chaldee Paraphrase.  
By R.B.  
LONDON, Printed by Robert Young, for Francis Constable, and are to be sold at his shop under S. Martin's Church near Ludgate. 1638.   

The Authors observed in this Paraphrase.  

Apollinarius.  
B. Arias Montanus.  
Genebrard.  
Lorinus.  
Buchanan.  
Berseman.  
Ainsworth.  
Snegedin.  
M. Anton Flammin.   
With the Titles of the Psalms, as they are in the Original.  
The first book containeth inclusive, Psalms 
— 41  Second book containeth inclusive, Psalms 
— 31  Third book containeth inclusive, Psalms 
— 17  Fourth book containeth inclusive, Psalms 
— 17  Fifth book containeth inclusive, Psalms 
— 44  Added in the end out of Apol●inarius one Psalm, The Combat of David with Goliath. 
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Selah in the five Books repeated 71. times.  
Higgajon twice, Psal. 9.17. & 92.4.  
Observance of the Acrostich Psalms.   


PSALM 1. Beatus Vir.  

Blessed is the man, whose walks are clear  
from wicked counsels air;  
To sinner's way who stands not near,  
nor sits in scorners chair.   

2  
But on the Law of God doth ground  
the life of his delight;  
And in those holy Precepts bound  
his practice day and night.   

3  
And like the planted tree, that lives  
the rills of water near,  
His fruit as duly forth he gives  
in season of the year.  
His leaf, shall neither times decays,  
nor tempests blast suppress;  
So whatsoever he essays,  
shall sort to good success.   

4  
Not so, not so, the wicked race,  
they, like the chaff shall thrive,  
Which from the earth's offended face  
the winds before them drive.   

5  
Therefore shall not the wicked stock  
in judgement stand upright;  
Nor with the just the sinful flock  
their guilty heads unite.   

6  
For how the Just their journey lay,  
the Lord their Leader knows:  
But wicked doers, with their way,  
destruction overthrows.    

PSAL. 2. Quare fremuerunt?  

WHy do the Heathen-pow'rs,  
and people entertain;  
The Heathens, such tumultuous rage,  
the people, plots so vain?   

2  
Kings of the earth conspire,  
and Princes counsel take  
Against the Lord, against his Christ,  
a powerful head to make.   

3  
In sunder let us break  
their servile bands (say they)  
Their yoke from off our necks discharge,  
and cast their cords away.   

4  
But He, in Heaven above  
that sits, and sees their pride,  
Shall laugh their vanities to scorn,  
the Lord shall them deride.   

5  
To them then shall he speak,  
in his resistless ire;  
And their affrighted souls shall feel  
his fury burn like fire.   

6  
Yet, mine Anointed King  
upon mine holy Hill,  
Upon Mount Zion have I set.  
I shall declare the will,   

7  
Of which Decree the Lord  
hath given the charge to me:  
And said, Thou art my Son, this day  
have I begotten Thee.   

8  
Ask, I to thee will give  
the Heathens world of ground  
For thine inheritance, possess  
as far as earth hath bound.   

9  
Thou with an iron rod  
shalt stripe their stubborn hides;  
Or, like a Potter's brittle shards,  
in pieces dash their sides.   

10  
Now then, O Kings, be wise,  
and ye that judge the Land,  
Be well instructed what ye judge,  
judge what ye understand.   

11  
Serve ye the Lord in fear,  
in fear and joy betwixt;  
A joyful fear, a trembling joy,  
delight and duty mixed.   

12  
Embrace and kiss the Son,  
lest through your cold delay,  
His wroth contemning your contempt,  
ye perish in the way.  
If but a little while  
his angered patience burn;  
For safety they that hope in Him,  
have all a happy turn.    

PSAL. 3. Domine, quid. Psalmus David. cum fugeret à fancy Absalon, filii sui.  

HOw many my distressers, Lord,  
what mighty enemies:  
Against one harmless head of mine  
how many heads arise?   

2  
A multitude say of my soul,  
so helpless left alone,  
Himself he cannot help, in God  
for him there health is none. Selah   

3  
But thou my shield about me, Lord,  
dost for my glory stand;  
The sole up-lifter of my head  
is thy Almighty hand.   

4  
Up to the Lord I strained my voice,  
and cried, that he might hear;  
And he out of his holy Mount  
to my complaint gave ear. Selah   

5  
I laid me down and slept; from sleep  
refreshed I rose again:  
My sleep was sound, my guard was safe,  
the Lord did me sustain.   

6  
Beleaguered with ten thousand strong  
in arms, about me laid;  
And malice equal to their might,  
I would not be afraid.   

7  
Rise up, Lord, save me, O my God,  
for thy revengeful stroke  
Of all my wicked foes the jaws  
and ranck'rous teeth hath broke.   

8  
Salvation is of thee, O Lord,  
from thee the blessing flows,  
Which on thy chosen people's heads  
thy bounteous hand bestows. Selah    

PSAL. 4. cum invocarem. Ad Praestantem in Neghinoth: Psalmus David.  

TO thee, O God, my righteousness,  
let my complaint repair:  
Thou hast enlarged me from distress,  
in mercy hear my prayer.   

2  
My glory (sons of man) to shame  
how long will ye apply?  
Your love shall vanity inflame,  
your labour seek a lie. Selah   

3  
But know, that of his gracious Saint  
the Lord makes wondrous choice;  
And when to him I make my plaint,  
the Lord will hear my voice.   

4  
Be angry: but from sin refrain,  
Soul, with a silent zeal: Selah   

5  
Thyself upon thy bed arraign,  
and to thyself reveal.   

6  
The sacrifices ye present,  
let Justice sacrifice;  
And let your hope be confident,  
that on the Lord relies.   

7  
Of good (say many) is there none  
will show us any sight?  
On us, Lord (all our good in one)  
lift up thy faces light.   

8  
Pure joy into this heart of mine  
so shalt thou give me, more  
Than theirs, that of their corn and wine  
in harvest heap up store.   

9  
My head then down will I both lay,  
and sleep in peace's cell:  
For thou alone, O Lord, my stay,  
in safety mak'st me dwell.    

PSAL. 5. Verba mea. Ad Praestantem, super Nehiloth. Psalmus David.  

UNto my words, O Lord, give ear,  
weigh well my wordless thought:   

2  
O let my cry, where thou mayst hear,  
my King, my God, be brought.   

3  
Thou, Lord, shalt (early) hear my voice,  
to thee my prayer shall fly:  
And of the rising morn make choice  
to Heaven to raise mine eye.   

4  
For thou art God, in wickedness  
that takest no delight:  
The evil shall have no access,  
nor sojourn in thy sight.   

5  
Vainglorious Fools before thine eyes  
take sooting never shall:  
Thou hatest of iniquities  
the painful workers all.   

6  
The lying tongue shalt thou defeat  
with utter overthrow:  
The man of bloud●, and pale deceit,  
the Lord abhors to know.   

7  
But in thy mercies much regard,  
thy house will I draw near;  
And to thy holy Temple-ward,  
do worship in thy fear.   

8  
Lord, lead me in thy justice right:  
and, lest I step astray,  
Because of my maligners, strait  
before me make thy way.   

9  
For in h●s mouth, no truth sincere,  
their inwards, deeps of woe:  
Their throat, an open sepulchre;  
tongues smoothly taught to go.   

10  
Judge them, O God, and let their fall,  
their guilty counsels tell:  
Rout them with their transgressions all,  
against thee that rebel.   

11  
So shall they (ay) that trust in thee,  
shout all with joyful voice;  
And thy Names-lovers, they that be,  
for covering them, rejoice▪   

12  
For thou, O Lord, thy blessing down  
upon the Just shalt yield;  
And with thy gracious favour crown  
his head, as with a shield.    

PSAL. 6. Domine, ne in furore. Ad Praestantem, in Neghinoth, super Octavam. Psalmus David.  

MY faults, let no reproof of thine,  
Lord, in thy wrath repeat;  
Nor chastise any crime of mine  
in thy displeasures heat.   

2  
Have mercy, Lord; for I am weak,  
Lord, heal me: else in vain  
My bone●, with horror shook, shall speak  
the language of my pain.   

3  
My soul is also troubled sore;  
and though my pangs be strong,  
My soul-sick sorrow pains me more,  
but Thou, O Lord, how long!   

4  
Return, O Lord, and at thy cost  
my soul's deliverance clear:  
O save my life, that am but lost,  
but for thy mercy mere.   

5  
For none in death remembrance have  
upon thy Name to dwell:  
And who so thankful in the grave,  
as of thy praise to tell?   

6  
The languor that my groans have bred,  
my melting spirits outweares:  
To swim all night I make my bed,  
and drown my couch in tears.   

7  
Mine eye gnawn out with anguish dies,  
my beauty to behold,  
(Because of all mine enemies)  
grown won, and waxen old.   

8  
From me, ye wicked doers all,  
with all your deeds forbear:  
The Lord hath heard my voices call,  
my tears have touched his ear.   

9  
The Lord hath heard how I complained,  
and with my prayer is pleased;  
My suit the Lord hath entertained,  
my painful sufferings eased.   

10  
Shame and confusion out of hand  
on all my haters light:  
And on their backs entrench the brand  
of their reproachful flight.    

PSAL. 7. Domine Dem. Shiggajon David, qui cecinit Domino, super verba Chus, filii jemini.  

MY confidence do I repose  
O Lord my God in thee:  
From all my persecuting foes  
save and deliver me.   

2  
Lest like a Lion he devour,  
and (no Redeemer near  
To rescue me that hath the power)  
my soul in pieces tear.   

3  
O Lord my God, if I have done  
this crime that they object;  
Or wickedness if any one  
my guilty palms infect.   

4  
If evil I to him have paid,  
that was with me at peace:  
(Yea, him that causeless me betrayed  
I freely did release:)   

5  
Let then my foe pursue, and take  
my soul to sat his lust;  
Tread down my life on earth; and make  
my glory dwell in dust. Selah   

6  
Rise up Lord in thy wrath, up rise,  
for my distressors' rage;  
Command thy judgement to surprise,  
or their proud heat assuage.   

7  
So shall the people's many a one  
in flocks about thee fly:  
For their sakes to thy powerful Throne  
return thyself on high.   

8  
The Lord shall judge the people's right,  
judge Lord of my desert,  
How just my hands are in thy sight,  
and how sincere my heart.   

9  
Of wicked men the malice bound,  
the just established keep:  
For thou of hearts and reins dost sound  
(just God) the deepest deep.   

10  
My shield on God their Saviour,  
that are in heart upright:  
Just Judge is God; Gods angry power  
threats every day to light.   

11  
For him that turns not; to repent  
whom no remorse will bring,  
His sword he whets, his bow stands bend,  
his arrows on the string.   

12  
And them for him he hath prepared,  
(dire instruments of death:)  
Among the persecutors shared,  
to stop their fiery breath.   

13  
Behold his womb with mischief swells,  
with sorrow breeds he sin:  
Now brought to bed, of nothing else  
but of a lie, lies-in.   

14  
He digged a pit with painful care,  
to delve it deep withal:  
Where (others earning to ensnare)  
himself into did fall.   

15  
His mischief on his head shall light,  
that mischief first did frame:  
On his own pate shall spend his spite,  
the forge from whence it came.   

16  
Confess unto the Lord will I,  
so just in all his ways;  
And of the Lord, that is Most-Hie,  
the Name my song shall praise.    

PSAL. 8. Domine, Dominus. Ad Praestantem, super Gittith, Psalmus David.  

O Lord, our Lord, the earth about  
how glorious is thy Name;  
Which hast thy Majesty given out  
above the Heaven's high frame?   

2  
Strength from the mouth of babes to go,  
from suckling's tender age,  
Thou foundedst, to confound the foe,  
and still th' avengers' rage.   

3  
As oft as on thy heavens I look,  
work of thy finger's rote;  
The Moon, the Stars, (heavens Musick-book)  
by thee in Volumes wrote;   

4  
What is frail man, O say I now,  
remembered thus by thee?  
Or what is Adam's son, that thou  
his Visitor shouldst be?   

5  
A little hast thou ranked beneath  
the Angels Crest his Crown:  
His head impaled within a wreath  
of glory and renown.   

6  
A Sovereign hast thou set him, meet  
thy handy-workes to sway;  
And all things underneath his feet  
made useful to obey.   

7  
Sheep, Oxen, all the Beasts that field  
or desert-soile contain:  
Fowl, Fish, that air or salt-sea yield,  
whose paths are in the Main.   

8  
O Lord, our Lord, how excellent  
throughout this earthly frame!  
How boundless is the beams extent  
of thy resplendent Name!    

PSAL. 9 Confit●bor tibi. ●d Praestantem, super Muth-Labben. Psal. David.  

TO render thanks to thee, O Lord,  
my heart is wholly bend;  
Of all thy marvels to record,  
my tongue the instrument.   

2  
I will be glad, I will rejoice  
in thee with melody:  
And to thy Name sing Numbers choice,  
O thou that art Most-Hie.   

3  
When backward fled, mine enemies  
were hard pursued in chase;  
They stumbled, never more to rise,  
but perish from thy face.   

4  
For thou my judgements doom hast done,  
or else my right had failed:  
Thou sattest Judge upon the Throne,  
where Justice hath prevailed.   

5  
The Heathen routs hast thou reproved,  
the wicked one destroyed;  
From men among, their name removed,  
for evermore maid void.   

6  
My foe, see desolations done,  
the Cities razed to ground:  
With them is their memorial gone,  
and in their dust lies drowned.   

7  
But Sovereign on his Throne declared  
the Lord shall ever sit;  
Which for himself he hath prepared,  
and made for judgement fit.   

8  
And he with justice will proceed  
to judge the world so wide;  
And of his people's every deed  
with righteous doom decide.   

9  
The Lord to him that is oppressed  
will be a refuge high:  
A refuge high, the poor distressed  
when times of trouble try.   

10  
And they that know thy Name, alone  
their trust on thee will ground:  
For thou art, Lord, forsaking none  
of them that seek thee, found.   

11  
Sing to the Lord on Zion Mount,  
whose pleasure is to dwell:  
With praise his deeds of high account  
among the people's tell.   

12  
For when the Quest of his Assize  
for blood's inquiry makes:  
●nmindfull he the meek that cries  
forgets not, nor forsakes.   

13  
My sufferings, Lord, in mercy see,  
through mine oppressors hates;  
●f death, O thou the only He,  
that lifts me from the gates.   

14  
That all thy praises I may spread  
in Zion's daughter's ports;  
●nd in thy saving health be glad,  
in all my songs reports.   

15  
The Heath'n are sunk down in the pit,  
which they themselves prepared:  
●●t secret net which they did fit,  
their foot hath fast ensnared.   

16  
His judgement done, the Lord is known  
to execute aright:  
Caught in the handy-workes his own,  
mark well the wicked wight. Higgajon. Sel.   

17  
The wicked shall return to Hell,  
where their abode is set:  
●re heathens, & Heav'ns-contemners dwell,  
and all that God forget.   

18  
For always shall not be forgot  
the grievance of the poor;  
Of needy souls the hopes shall not  
be lost for evermore.   

19  
Rise, Lord, let none of mortal race  
prevail against thy hand;  
But let the heathens before thy face,  
to hear their judgement stand.   

20  
Dismaying-feare upon them throw,  
that Lord, confounded then,  
The haughty-hearted heathens may know,  
they be but wretched men. Sela●.    

PSAL. 10. Ut quid Domine.  

WHy stand'st thou, Lord, so far aside,  
when dangers draw so near?  
Thy helpful face why dost thou hide,  
when troublous times appear?   

2  
The wicked in his heat of pride  
pursues the heartless poor:  
In those selfe-toiles let them be tied,  
by them contrived before.   

3  
The wicked boasts his soul's desires  
beyond his wished success:  
The covetous, what he admires,  
blasphemes the Lord to bless.   

4  
On God (so proud the wicked is)  
he takes no care to call:  
Nor God in any plot of his  
hath any place at all.   

5  
His travel all times well succeeds,  
thy Judgements, where he goes,  
Above his sight he never heeds,  
but puffs at all his foes.   

6  
For in his heart's consent, he said,  
‛ Moved shall I never be.  
●n me shall evil none be laid,  
my fall no age shall see.   

7  
His mouth is full with curses armed,  
deceit and guile among:  
iniquity and mischief swarmed,  
hive underneath his tongue.   

8  
In villages to stands he gets,  
there close in ambush lies:  
The innocent and poor besets,  
and murders when he spies.   

9  
In secret, he from sight of men  
lies waiting, near the way;  
●nd Lion-like lurks in his den,  
to snatch the poor for prey.   

10  
The poor into his net he draws,  
till he hath caught him thrall;  
stoops low, into his powerful paws  
that poor by flocks may fall.   

11  
In heart he says (tongue durst not say)  
" All this hath God forgot;  
Or heedless hides his face away  
for ever, sees it not.   

12  
Arise, Lord God, lift up thy hand  
for them, that help implore,  
Without thy strength too weak to stand,  
be mindful of the poor.   

13  
Why hath the wicked heart a tongue,  
though words for fear retire;  
●o speak in spiteful thoughts?" This wrong  
thou God wilt not inquire.   

14  
Thou seest, for wrong and wickedness,  
thine eye and hand perceive:  
●●dresse, the poor and fatherless  
to thee their helper leave.   

15  
Of wicked and malicious men  
br●ake thou the harmful arm:  
Seek out his wickedness, and then  
find neither arm nor harm.   

16  
The Lord is King and Governor,  
for ever and beyond:  
The Heath'n opposers of his power  
are perished from the land.   

17  
The meek-afflicted souls desire  
thou Lord art pleased to hear;  
Their heart confirmed dost thou inspire,  
attentive mak'st thine ear.   

18  
To judge the pupil and the poor,  
that sorry man may find  
His daunting threats to be no more  
but earth, and empty wind.    

PSAL. 11. In Domino. Ad Praestantem, Davidis.  

MY trust doth on the Lord rely,  
how say ye to my soul,  
Soul, to thy mountain's safety fly,  
as swift as feathered fowl?   

2  
For lo, the wicked bend their bow,  
on string their arrow fit,  
A shoot in darkness to bestow,  
the upright heart to hit.   

3  
When wicked plots are overpast,  
that steadfast ground have none:  
When their foundations down are cast,  
the just, what hath he done?   

4  
The Lord from holy place above,  
the Lord from Heaven his Throne,  
His eyes will view, his eyelids prove  
how Adam's sons have gone.   

5  
The just and wicked ones estate  
the Lord will prove and try:   

6  
But self hate souls his soul doth hate,  
that love malignity.   

7  
Upon the wicked will he shower  
snares, fire, and brimstone down:  
And breath of burning tempest power,  
their cup this lot shall crown.   

8  
For just the Lord, and just designs  
are lovely in his sight;  
His face discerns, and right defines  
of men and means upright.    

PSAL. 12. Salvum me fac. Ad Praestantem, super Octavam. Psalmus David.  

SAve, Lord, for godly men are gone,  
and goodness none that mind:  
Of Adam's son a faithful one  
example rare to find.   

2  
With feigned discourse, and fawning style,  
each one his neighbour holds:  
But of his flattering lips, the guile  
in heart and heart he moulds.   

3  
All flattering lips, of fraud the train  
the Lord cut off betimes;  
And tongue that strikes no lower strain,  
but lofty language chimes.   

4  
Our tongue (say they) shall sure prevail,  
these lips of ours must walk;  
Our lips their Masters must not fail:  
what Lord shall tax our talk?   

5  
Now for the needy soul's reprize,  
and poor man's groaning cares,  
Up will I, saith the Lord, arise,  
and save him from these snares.   

6  
Thy words, O Lord, are words as pure  
as silver seven times tried  
In Test of ashes, by the cure  
of fire repuirified.   

7  
Thou shalt, O Lord, preserve the flock  
of thy selected sheep;  
And ever from this wicked stock  
the soul that serves thee keep.   

8  
The wicked compass every coast,  
their quarter keeps no bounds:  
While Adam's 〈◊〉 are valued most,  
where vileness most abounds.    

PSAL. 13. Usque quò Domine? Ad Praestantem. Psalmus David.  

HOw long, Lord, wilt thou me forget?  
for ever shall it be?  
How long, no eye upon me set,  
but hide thy face from me?   

2  
How long shall I in soul advise,  
and daily vex my heart?  
How long, my foes above me rise,  
against me that take part?   

3  
Behold, O Lord my God, and hear  
from clouds of darkness deep:  
With thy pure light mine eyesight clear,  
lest in the death I sleep.   

4  
Against me, lest to have prevailed,  
my foe give out the voice:  
For when my feeble foot hath failed,  
my troublers will rejoice.   

5  
My trust yet on thy mercy stays,  
thy saving health shall be  
My joy of heart, my song shall praise  
thy bounty, Lord, to me.    

PSAL. 14. Dixit Insipiens. Ad Praestantem, Davidis.  

THere is no God, the fool's heart says  
in his ungodly mood.   

2  
Corrupt and odious are their ways:  
none, no not one does good.   

3  
The Lord looked down from heaven, to see  
what Adam's sons desired:  
Of understanding, who was he,  
that after God enquired.   

4  
Together all departed are,  
all loathsome-sented grown▪  
Of doing good that hath the care,  
or conscience none, not one.   

5  
Are wicked workers all misled?  
so ignorant are all?  
That eat my people up like bread,  
on God they never call.   

6  
There did their fear confess distrust,  
whose guilt they could not hide;  
●he generation of the Just  
hath God to be their guide.   

7  
The counsels of the poor, to blame  
your blameful counsels rend:  
●nd (shameless) of his hopes, speak shame,  
that on the Lord depend.   

8  
Salvation who to Israel  
shall out of Zion give,  
When they that now in bondage dwell,  
no longer captives live.  
When home-returned the Lord shall bring  
the people of his choice,  
O then for joy shall Jacob sing,  
and Israel rejoice.   
Isti tres versus non sunt in textu Hebraeo, Graeco, Chaldaeo, vel in Carmine Apollinarii. In Bibl●● emendatis relicti sunt, ob antiquetatis venerationem: sed absque arithmetica notae, qua ut proprii distinctique hajus Psalmi versus habeantur.  

A Paulo recitantur hoc ordine.  
THeir throat an open sepulchre,  
the forge of fraud their tongue:  
Their lips more deadly poison bear,  
than where the Asp hath stung.   

2  
Their mouth of cursing is a spring,  
of bitterness a flood:  
Their feet as fowl of prey on wing  
are swift in shedding blood▪   

3  
Their ways are for vexation made,  
and to destruction load:  
The way of peace is not their trade,  
nor know they how to tread.  
Which knowing not, needs must they fall,  
where endless horror lies,  
Of God that have no sense at all,  
no fear before their eyes.    

PSAL. 15. Domine, quis? Psalmus Davidis.  

WHo, Lord, shall sojourn in thy Tent?  
Inhabit who thy holy Hill?  
Who perfect walks, is working still   

2  
The works of Justice to fulfil;  
In heart means truth; truth speaks as meant.   

3  
Whose tongue to slander cannot frame,  
Doth to his friend no evil thing,  
Nor gives nor takes reproaches sting,  
From mischiefs venomed mouth to fling,  
Against his neighbours honest name.   

4  
Whose eye (all kind respect forgot)  
Holds in contempt a person vile;  
But ranks them high in honour's file,  
To fear the Lord, that set their while:  
Swears to his hurt, and changeth not.   

5  
Gives not to biting Usury,  
For sordid gain, his silver lent,  
Sells not for bribe the innocent;  
To do these things whose mind stands bend,  
Shall stand unmoved eternally.    

PSAL. 16. Conserva me. Michtam Davidis.  

ON thee my safeties hope is stayed  
O God, preserve thou me:   

2  
Thou Lord, my Lord (my soul hath said)  
My good is not to thee.   

3  
Upon the Saints on earth that dwell,  
souls gracious in thy sight:  
Souls, that in serving God excel,  
set is my sole delight.   

4  
Their sorrows shall be multiplied,  
that after off-gods run;  
That other god have deified,  
and left thy dues undone.  
Of blood the offerings they propine,  
I will not once partake,  
Nor of their names these lips of mine  
shall ever mention make.   

5  
The Lord is of mine heritage  
the portion, of my cup  
The overflowing beverage;  
my lot thou holdest up.   

6  
Within a fair and pleasant land,  
the lines for me are laid:  
A goodly heritage in hand,  
I hold to me conveyed.   

7  
Thanks to the Lord will I return  
for his advertisement,  
Whose fire within my reins doth burn,  
with mighty chastisement.   

8  
The Lord before me always set  
my object un-reproved;  
On my right hand so him I get,  
I shall not be removed.   

9  
My heart therefore thus heartened, sung  
for joy within my breast:  
Glad was the glory of my tongue,  
" My flesh in hope shall rest.   

10  
Nor wilt thou leave my soul in hell,  
nor give thy Holy One,  
Where death, and shades of darkness dwell,  
to see corruption.   

11  
The path of life thou mak'st me know,  
full joys before thy face:  
From whence perpetual pleasures flow,  
thy right hand is the place.    

PSAL. 17. Ex●udi, Domine. Oratio Davidis.  

Hear justice, Lord, exactly heed  
what my loud cries entreat;  
Attend my prayer, that doth proceed  
from lips without deceit.   

2  
My judgement from before thy face  
let come in open sight:  
Let thy pure eyes discern my case,  
and give the Rights their right.   

3  
My heart by night thy search did sound,  
yet nothing didst thou find  
That with my mouth I did propound,  
to sin against my mind.   

4  
By works, that earthly man concern,  
I find what course they run:  
By thy lips word, the paths I learn  
of breakers-through to shun.   

5  
Beat thou my ways, and make them plain,  
my feeble steps fore-guide;  
My feet within thy paths contain,  
my footing shall not slide.   

6  
On thee I call, thou God wilt hear,  
and answer me again:  
●o my request incline thine ear,  
attend how I complain.   

7  
Thy wondrous mercies set apart,  
from thy insulting foes,  
Saviour of them, whose hope thou art,  
that thy right hand oppose.   

8  
O keep me as those crystal globes,  
the eyes black darling keep,  
And spread thy wings wide covering robes,  
where shadowed I may sleep.   

9  
My head from wicked faces hide,  
the heads of my decay,  
That compass me on every side,  
to make my soul their prey.   

10  
Enclosed in their own sat, they smoke  
with surfeits doubtful sweat;  
And with their mouth have proudly spoke  
their haughty hearts conceit.   

11  
To snare our footsteps, in our walks  
they now beset us round,  
With eyes (as treason closely stalks)  
to undermine our ground.   

12  
His likeness is a Lion bold,  
that greedy is to tear;  
So keeps the Lion's whelp his hold,  
that lurks in secret where.   

13  
Rise, Lord, prevent his sharp foresights,  
to stop my foe begin;  
And with thy sword, wherewith he fights,  
my soul's deliverance win.   

14  
From men, the scourge Lord of thy hand,  
from mortall-worldlings will;  
Upon this life, whose portions stand,  
whose gorge thy treasures fill!  
Sons have they store; and of their store,  
when death shall them bereave:  
Then (all too much) what they have more,  
they to their children leave.   

15  
Now of thy face a view to take,  
shall Justice be my guide:  
In me when shall thine Image wake,  
I shall be satisfied.    

PSAL. 18. Diligam te, Domine. Ad Praestantem. Servi Domini Davidis, qui locutus est Domino verba Cantici huju●, in die quo eripuit cum Dominus de volâ omnium inimicorum suorum, & de manu Saul: Et di●i●,  

O Lord, whose strength in me doth move,  
and all my strength beget,  
The strong impression of my love  
on thee is wholly set.   

2  
The Lord my rock, whereon to build,  
my fort, my Saviour:  
My God, my hopes strong hold, my shield,  
horn of my health, my tower.   

3  
Upon the praised Lord I called,  
to him for help I prayed;  
Me from my foes he dis-enthralled,  
and gave me saving aid.   

4  
Of death the sorrows succourless  
were round about me laid;  
Of over-bearing wickedness  
the floods made me afraid.   

5  
The cords of Hell about me bend,  
on every side took hold;  
The snares of death did me prevent,  
that I could not unfold.   

6  
Oppressed, the Lord my God I pressed,  
he from his Palace hears;  
Before him came my loud request,  
and entered at his ears.   

7  
Then shook the trembling earth for fear,  
the hills foundations moved:  
And at his presence troubled were,  
because his wrath reproved.   

8  
A storm of smoke before him came,  
which from his nostrils fumed;  
And fire out of his mouth did flame,  
that where it came, consumed.   

9  
He bowed the heavens, and made his Throne  
with earth his footstool meet:  
Beneath the dreadful light that shone,  
lay darkness at his feet.   

10  
A Cherub-chariot did him bear,  
whose plumes he made his sail;  
The winds his winged-coursers were,  
and darkness was his veil.   

11  
Dark his pavilion, dark the sky,  
dark waters, dusky clouds,  
Compose an aery canopy,  
wherein himself he shrowds.   

12  
The brightness of his presence took  
the melting clouds in chase;  
With hail and coals hot-burning struck,  
they fled before his face.   

13  
The Lord from Heaven in thunder spoke;  
his voice that is most-Hie,  
With storms of hail made earth to smoke,  
and coals of fire to fly.   

14  
His sheaves of arrows forth he sent,  
which at the scattered, flew:  
Of lightning-shot his volleys spent,  
down his resisters threw.   

15  
The channels of the Main appear,  
the world's foundations vast,  
At thy rebuke discovered were,  
Lord, at thy nostrils blast.   

16  
He sent his hand from Heaven above,  
to bay the waves that flew;  
He took me, and from out the drove  
of many waters drew.   

17  
He freed me from my strongest foe,  
to whom my strength was small:  
And from my mighty haters, more  
than I could match withal.   

18  
When I with woe was over-gone,  
they me forelaid that day;  
But me, than helper having none,  
the Lord my staff did stay.   

19  
Where I was bound he brought me forth  
enlarged, and set me free:  
For (of mine own) none other worth,  
but his delight in me.   

20  
According as my justice stands,  
the Lord did me reward;  
And to the pureness of my hands,  
my recompense he shared.   

21  
Because what ways the Lord did go,  
therein my feet have trod;  
And have not, as the wicked do,  
departed from my God.   

22  
For all his Judgements in my sight,  
my guides before me lay;  
And from me his Decrees upright,  
I did not turn away.   

23  
So thus with him was I sincere,  
and held integrity;  
Restrained myself with hand severe,  
from mine iniquity.   

24  
Just therefore, as my Justice stands,  
the Lord to me supplies:  
Rewards the pureness of my hands  
in his pure-sighted eyes.   

25  
Thou to the merciful wilt show  
how merciful thou art:  
Thy strong perfections make him know  
that is of perfect hear.   

26  
So with the pure to be as pure,  
thyself thou wilt reveal;  
And with the froward wilt be sure  
as frowardly to deal.   

27  
Thus wilt thou save from overthrow  
poor people's misery;  
And strike the eyes of pride as low,  
as they have looked too high.   

28  
My candle thou shalt surely light;  
this darksome night of mine,  
The Lord my God shall make as bright  
as lightsome day to shine.   

29  
By thee have I dismayed an host,  
and broken through them all;  
And by my God, where danger most  
might scare me, scaled the wall.   

30  
The way of God is perfect ground,  
the Word of JAH is tried;  
To all a shield of safety found,  
whose hopes on him reside.   

31  
For who is God, the Lord except!  
Who is a Rock of Might!  
Say (ye that have to Idols crept)  
and give our God his right.   

32  
The God that girdeth me with strength,  
is he that is my stay;  
And he through all my journles length,  
that perfect gives my way.   

33  
He makes my feet as swift as Hinds,  
to follow, or to fly:  
He makes me stand, as ●it he finds,  
upon my places high.   

34  
My hands to war he doth frequent,  
and weapons learns to feel:  
These arms of mine to bend, and bend,  
to break a bow of steel.   

35  
On me the shield of saving health  
thou hast vouchsafed to ●eat:  
Thy right hand hath upheld my wealth,  
thy meekness made me great.   

36  
Beneath my feet thou didst enlarge  
my paths on every side:  
And of my footsteps took'st such charge,  
my ankles should not slide.   

37  
Mine enemies have I pursued,  
and overtook in flight,  
And not returned, till I subdued,  
and ruined them outright.   

38  
With wounds I stunned them in such wise,  
that now to stand unmeet:  
Nor ever able more to rise,  
they fell beneath my feet.   

39  
For thou with strength hast girt my ●●de,  
in battle to oppose,  
And under foot to tread their pride,  
against me that uprose.   

40  
Thou, of my foes to me hast brought  
the necks, that under yoke  
I might cut off, and bring to nought  
my haters at a stroke.   

41  
In their distress for help they cried,  
but none there was to save:  
Even to the Lord, but none replied,  
and he no answer gave.   

42  
Small as the dust before the wind  
them did I piecemeal beat;  
And them like outcast rubbish grind,  
that strews the miry street.   

43  
From people with contentions fed  
thou hast delivered me;  
And of the heathens hast made me head,  
by strangers served to be.   

44  
To me, at hearing of the ear,  
obedient shall they sit:  
And to my power, dissembling fear,  
the foreign shall submit.   

45  
The strangers sons shall shrink away,  
their falsers' hearts shall fail;  
And in their holds afraid to stay,  
their closerts make their Jail.   

46  
Let live the Lord, my Rock be blessed,  
He that my head did raise,  
The God in whom my health doth rest,  
exalted be with praise.   

47  
My praise of God the Powerful sings,  
avenger of my wrongs;  
That under my subjection brings  
the headless people's throngs.   

48  
He from my foes in safety led,  
and left me free to stand;  
Above my Rivals raised my head,  
rid from the Tyrant's hand.   

49  
To thee therefore will I give thanks,  
O Lord, and praises frame,  
Among the Heathens thickest ranks,  
to sing unto thy name.   

50  
His King's salvations great, he makes  
for ever to succeed;  
On his Anointed mercy takes,  
on David and his seed.    

PSAL. 19 Coeli enarrant. Victori, Psalmus David.  

THe glory of the God of Heaven,  
the heavens of God declare:  
The Firmament firm proof hath given,  
his handiwork they are.   

2  
Day unto day delivereth speech  
in times alternate lines;  
And night to night doth knowledge teach,  
whose light in darkness shines.   

3  
No speech, no language like their own,  
to make their meaning found:  
Their voicelesse voice all ears have known,  
all heard their soundlesse sound.   

4  
Through all the earth their line is run,  
their words the world about:  
A Tabernacle for the Sun  
in them hath he set out.   

5  
Which, like a Bride groom, brightly clad,  
leaves his retiring place;  
And Giantlike, with gesture glad,  
sets forth to run his race.   

6  
His beams from Heavens, each Sign & side  
their oblique round repeat;  
And none there is himself can hide  
from his life-breathing heat.   

7  
Much more the Law ¹ of JAH ² is pure ³,  
the soul ⁴ re-purifies ⁵  
Of JAH ⁶ the Testimony ⁷ sure ⁸,  
and makes the simple ⁹ wise10.   

8  
The Statutes ¹ of the Lord ² upright ³,  
the heart ⁴ with joy ⁵ suffice:  
The Lords ⁶ Commandment ⁷ pure ⁸, giveth light ⁹  
to soule-dark-sighted eies10.   

9  
The reverend fear ¹ of JAH ² from stain ³  
stands chaste ⁴, and clean for ever ⁵:  
Of JAH ⁶ the Judgements ⁷ truth ⁸ contain,  
just ⁹ are they altogether10.   

10  
To be desired more than gold,  
than much fine gold they are:  
No honeydrops the comb can hold,  
for sweetness may compare.   

11  
Moreoever, is thy servant taught  
by their admonishing,  
Observing them, but as they ought,  
how much reward they bring.   

12  
His errors who so wisely heeds,  
to understand them all?  
O cleanse me from my close misdeeds,  
my secret faults let fall.   

13  
And let thy servants pride-swollen sins  
get no predominance:  
Thus innocence perfection wins,  
made clean from much offence.   

14  
What I by word of mouth record,  
or meditate in mind:  
My Rock and my Redeemer, Lord,  
with thee let favour find.    

PSAL. 20. Exaudiat te Dominus. Ad Praestantem, Psalmus Davidis.  

THe day that troubles thee assail,  
the Lord to thee reply:  
The Name of jacob's God prevail,  
to set thee up on high.   

2  
Help from the Sanctuary send,  
thy strong up-holder stand:  
And out of Zion thee defend  
from thy distressors' hand.   

3  
Remember all thine offerings past,  
thy sacrifices burn:  
His fire upon thy fatlings cast,  
and them to ashes turn. Selah.   

4  
He give to thee thy hearts desire,  
accomplished at thy will:  
Thy counsel with his Spirit inspire,  
thy purpose all fulfil.   

5  
In thy salvation will we shout,  
triumphant Banner spread;  
And of our God the Name set out,  
" Thy suits the Lord bestead.   

6  
Now will the Lord himself, I know,  
for his Anointed stand:  
Hear from his holy Heavens, let flow  
health from his strong right hand.   

7  
Some men their trust in Chariot's frame,  
on Horses some, to set:  
But of the Lord our God the Name  
we never shall forget.   

8  
They fallen are, with the earth laid even,  
we raised, stand upright all:  
Save, Lord, and hear us King of Heaven,  
what day on thee we call.    

PSAL. 21. Domine, in virtute. Ad Praestantem. Psalmus Davidis.  

LOrd, of thy strength with cheerful voice,  
the King shall gladly tell;  
And in thy saving health rejoice,  
with joy that shall excel.   

2  
The fullness of his hearts desire,  
to him thou hast supplied;  
And what his lips could but require,  
thy love hath not denied. Selah.   

3  
With blessings dost thou him prevent,  
thy goodness to unfold:  
And to impale his head, hast sent  
a Crown of purest gold.   

4  
He asked thee lives, and thou didst give  
above, before his vow;  
Beyond the length of days, to live  
for ever, didst allow.   

5  
In thy salvations sure supply  
great is his glory grown:  
High Honour, Sovereign Majesty,  
hast thou upon him thrown.   

6  
Of blessings ever-flowing streams  
to him thou didst impart;  
And with thy countenances beams  
rejoice his royal heart.   

7  
For to the Lord the King is nighest,  
by settled trust approved;  
And through the mercy of the Highest,  
he shall not be removed.   

8  
For all thy foes, soever where,  
thy hand shall search about;  
And them that hate against thee bear,  
thy right hand shall find out.   

9  
Make like a fiery oven their power,  
what time thy face shall fume:  
Them shall the Lord in wrath devour,  
the fire shall them consume.   

10  
The fruit of their untimely breed,  
from earth thou shalt destroy,  
That with the sons of men, their seed  
no memory enjoy.   

11  
For mischief they against thee meant,  
with purpose to prevail;  
And evil was their sly intent,  
but they shall not but fail.   

12  
For thou shalt set them as a Butt,  
and back with shame them send;  
And on thy string thine arrows put,  
against their faces bend.   

13  
Lord, in thy strength thyself up-raise,  
whose strength is all thine own;  
So shall our songs extol thy praise,  
and make thy power be known.    

PSAL. 22. Deus meus. Victori, super Cervam Aurorae. Psal. David.  

MY God, my God, my strength alone,  
" Why dost thou me forsake;  
And from my health so far art gone,  
from these loud moans I make?   

2  
My God, by day to thee I call,  
by day thou answerest not▪  
By night no ceasing, silence all  
my groan have forgot.   

2  
But thou continu'st Holy still,  
thy Holiness doth dwell,  
Where praises on thy holy Hill  
are sung by Israel▪   

4  
On thee their hopes our Father's cast,  
and thou hast made them good:  
In thee they trusted, and thou hast  
their safe-deliverer stood.   

5  
To thee they cried, and at their cry  
by thee delivered were:  
In thee they trusted steadfastly,  
and no reproach did bear.   

6  
But I, a wretched worm, forlorn,  
a name from men exempt:  
Of earthly men becom'n the scorn,  
the people's base contempt.   

7  
All they that see me thus bestead,  
in mock'rie on me play:  
Shoot out the lip, and shake the head,  
and in derision say,   

8  
" He to the Lord did recommend  
his trust, to be redeemed:  
Let him to him deliverance send,  
whom his delight esteemed.   

9  
Forth from the womb thou didst me draw,  
where cloistered I did rest;  
Thou to my hopes becamest a law  
upon my mother's breast.   

10  
I was commended to thy hands,  
cut from the navils hold:  
Thou art my God, since me in bands  
my mother's womb did sold.   

11  
O go not therefore far from hence,  
for troubles near me press:  
And none there is in my defence  
to stand for my redress.   

12  
Whole herds of bullocks, hoof and head,  
are round about me set:  
Strong Bulls in Bashan, highly fed,  
to compass me are met.   

13  
Their throats tooth-weaponed, two-leaved doors,  
upon me strain their jaws:  
Right so the Lion ramps and roars,  
on prey to seize his paws.   

14  
Like waters am I shed and sunk,  
my bones disparted all:  
My heart amidst my bowels shrunk,  
like molten wax doth fall.   

15  
Dried like a potsherd is my strength,  
my tongue and jaws fast glued:  
And thou hast brought me down at length,  
where dust and death conclude.   

16  
A wicked crew of dogs composed,  
did round about me meet:  
And Lion-like they me enclosed,  
" They p●ere't my hands and feet.   

17  
My bones I tell how many are,  
sharp looks at me they shot.   

18  
My garments they among them share,  
and for my coat cast lot.   

19  
But do not thou far off at need  
thyself, O Lord, absent:  
To help me from their hands, with speed  
them, O my strength, prevent.   

20  
My soul, whom deadly foes withstand,  
let not the sword devour:  
Redeem my darling from the hand,  
whereof the Dog hath power.   

21  
O from the Lion's mouth, now, then,  
my humbled head set free:  
From horns of Unicorns, as when  
thou heardst and answeredst me.   

22  
So then my brethren all among  
thy Name will I declare;  
Amidst the congregations throng,  
to sing, thy praise prepare.   

23  
O praise him, ye that fear the Lord,  
ye seed of Jacob tell  
His glory ●all his fear record,  
ye seed of Israel.   

24  
For he hath not despised, nor loathed  
the needy unsupplied:  
Nor with a veil his visage clothed,  
but heard him when he cried.   

25  
The great Assemblies solemn day,  
my praise shall sing of thee:  
My vows to him that I will pay,  
shall they that fear him see.   

26  
The meek shall eat, and be sufficed,  
praise they to him shall give  
That seek the Lord; thus exercised,  
your heart shall ever live.   

27  
All coasts on earth their hearts call home,  
and to the Lord restore;  
●nd all the Nations kindreds come  
his presence to adore.   

28  
For in the Lord, the sovereign power  
of Royalty remains:  
●nd he the Lord and Governor  
among the Nations reigns.   

29  
The fat on earth shall eat and bend,  
before the food of grace:  
●nd all that down to dust descend,  
shall bow before his face.  
The Potentate, the poor that eat,  
shall life by eating have;  
With him, whose souls unquickned heat  
is yielding to the grave.   

30  
A seed of theirs there shall succeed,  
his service to embrace:  
Which to the Lord shall be decreed,  
and reckoned for a race.   

31  
When they shall come, his righteousness  
then shall their tongues declare,  
To people after-borne express,  
that these his doings are.    

PSAL. 23. Dominus regit. Psalmus D●vidis.  

MY Shepherd is the Lord, whose care  
provides me fold and food:  
Whose goodness plenteous, and to spare,  
supplies my want of good.   

2  
In pastures green he makes me lie,  
and softly lodge my side:  
He leads me forth, where pleasantly  
the streams of stillness glide.   

3  
He doth return my soul again,  
and for his own Names sake,  
Conducts me through the beaten plain,  
that Justice treads to make.   

4  
Walked I the shady Vale of death,  
none evil would I fear:  
Thy rod, thy staff, relieve my breath,  
for thou art with me there.   

5  
My table spread dost thou appoint  
in presence of my foes:  
My head with oil thou dost anoint,  
my chalice overflows.   

6  
With goodness sure shall mercy give  
an eye to all my ways;  
And in the Lord's house shall I live,  
beyond the length of days.    

PSAL. 24. Domini est terra. Psalmus Davidis.  

THe earth, with all those mines unfound,  
within her womb that swell,  
Is all the Lords! the World's great round,  
and they that therein dwell.   

2  
He founded it upon the seas,  
and shored them under ground:  
Established fast the solid Leas,  
the liquid floods to bond.   

3  
The Hill of JAH who shall ascend,  
so high to set his feet?  
Who in his holy place attend,  
for such a service meet?   

4  
He that clean palms, pure heart hath borne,  
his soul to vanity  
●th not up-lifted, hath not sworn  
an oath deceitfully.   

5  
He from the Lord on him bestowed  
a blessing shall receive;  
●nd justice shall the mighty God  
of his salvation give.   

6  
Of them that seek him, this the race,  
this jacob's Israel:  
●f them that strive to seek thy face,  
this jacob's Peniel. Selah.   

7  
Lift up your heads, ye doors be raised,  
eternal gates gives way,  
That enter, highly to be praised,  
the King of Glory may.   

8  
Who is the King of Glory? this,  
whose praises spread so far?  
The strong and mighty Lord it is,  
the mighty Lord of war.   

9  
Lift up your heads, ye doors be raised,  
eternal gates give way,  
That enter, highly to be praised,  
the King of Glory may.   

10  
Who is the King of Glory? this,  
of whom our praises sing?  
The Mighty Lord of hosts it is,  
of GLORY he is King. Selah.    

PSAL. 25. Ad te, Domin●. Davidis Acrostichon.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
AS, Lord, to thee I lift my soul,   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Because I trust in thee,  
My God: Let not confusion foul,  
nor foes insult on me.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Give not their hopes, that thee attend,  
to take a shameful stain:  
Let shame confound them that offend,  
and have no cause to feign.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Direct me, Lord, thy ways to know,  
thy paths to me make plain:  
Within thy bounds my steps bestow,  
and teach me to contain.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
How in thy truth to tread impart,  
and make me learn the way:  
For of my health the God thou art,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 whom I attend all day.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Zeal of thy kind compassions mind,  
remember, Lord, that care:  
Thy tender mercy's ma●e me find,  
for they for ever are.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Hold, on my youthful faults forepast,  
remember not to take;  
Of mercy mind how much thou hast,  
Lord, for thy goodness sake.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
The Lord is good and righteous eyed,  
transgressors to instruct:  
The sinners therefore will he guide,  
and in their way conduct.  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 In judgement just to tread upright,  
the humble he will stay:  
And where they wander, wanting light,  
will learn the meek his way.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 10  
Continual are the Lords paths cast  
in Truths and Mercies mould;  
To such as keep his Covenant fast,  
his Testimonies hold.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 11  
Lord, to thy Names great power herein,  
let me my pardon owe:  
And on the greatness of my sin  
thy greater mercy show.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 12  
Make known the man with mind entire,  
that fears the Lord: the way  
That he shall choose he will inspire,  
and learn him how to lay.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 13  
Now (goodness gotten to his hand)  
his soul in good shall dwell:  
His seed inherit shall the land,  
that to his father's fell.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 14  
Secret that from the Lord descends,  
do they that fear him find:  
To such his Covenant he commends,  
and makes them know his mind.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 15  
On Jah-the-Lord mine eyes are set  
continually to look:  
To bring my feet out of the net,  
whose hand hath undertook.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 16  
Prevent me, and with gracious look  
thy face on me reflect:  
Whom solitary, poor, forsook,  
(discomforts all) deject.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 17  
The sorrows of my heart enlarged,  
my less'ned heart oppress:  
O set me from these toils discharged,  
and free me from distress.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 18  
Remorse on mine afflictions cast,  
regard how much I grieve:  
Make even for all my faults forepast,  
and all my sins forgive.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 19  
Regard my foes insatiate,  
what multitudes they lead,  
That bear a heart-infected hate  
against my harmless head.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 20  
Sustain my helpless soul alive,  
and safe deliver me;  
But let not shame my fall contrive,  
because I trust in thee.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 21  
True perfectness and right let dwell  
with me, that wait on thee:   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 22  
Preserve, O God, thine Israel  
from all his troubles free.    

PSAL. 26. judica me, Domine. Davidis.  

JUdge me, O Lord, I walk the way  
that perfectness doth guide:  
My trust upon the Lord I lay,  
and therefore shall not slide.   

2  
Examine, Lord, what I have been,  
sound what I ever did:  
Search out my reins, what there unclean;  
my heart, what there lies hid.   

3  
Thy mercy is before mine eyes,  
thy truth my walks repeat:   

4  
I sit not down with men of lies,  
nor enter with deceit.   

5  
The evil doers I eschew,  
their Synagogue I hate:  
Nor have I with the wicked crew  
in their Assembly sat.   

6  
My hands, Lord, washed in innocence,  
thine Altar compassed round:   

7  
With thankful voice will I commence,  
thy wonders all to sound.   

8  
The habitation of thy House  
have I, O Lord, loved well:  
The place where thou art glorious,  
the house where I would dwell.   

9  
O gather not my soul, to rest  
where sinners souls abide:  
And on my life lay no inquest,  
where men of bloods are tried.   

10  
Whose hands accomplish wicked drifts,  
which mischiefs head contrives;  
And their right hand is full of gifts,  
whose bargain Brib'rie drives.   

11  
Of this perfection I have got,  
however thou esteem;  
Yet my perfection urge I not,  
in mercy me redeem.   

12  
My foot upon so firm a ground  
stands steadfast and upright;  
That I, O Lord, thy praise will sound  
in great Assemblies sight.    

PSAL. 27. Dominus, illuminario. Davidis.  

THe Lord my Saviour is my light,  
of whom am I afraid?  
The Lord is of my life the might,  
by whom to be dismayed?   

2  
When wicked men with malice armed,  
my foes in fury fell,  
To eat my flesh, against me swarmed,  
they stumbled, and they fell.   

3  
Encamped against me, not an host  
should make my heart afraid;  
Should warlike troops fill every coast,  
in this my trust is stayed.   

4  
For one suit to the Lord I sue,  
his house for life to hold:  
Those beauties of the Lord to view▪  
his Palace to behold.   

5  
For his Pavilion will he spread,  
in troublous time to hide;  
And on a rock advance my head,  
in secret by his side.   

6  
Above my foes now round about,  
my head shall be upraised:  
And JAH, with joy his tents throughout,  
in hosts and hymns be praised.   

7  
Unto my voice, O Lord, give ear,  
upon thee when I call:  
And my request in mercy hear,  
but answer me withal.   

8  
When," Seek my face thou saidst to me,  
with echoing touch of grace,  
My heart advertised, answered thee,  
" Lord, I will seek thy face.   

9  
Thy face from me then do not hide,  
thy seeker to defeat;  
Nor from thy servant turn aside,  
in thy displeasures heat.  
My succour (not to be forgot)  
thou hast been heretofore:  
God of my health, now leave me not,  
forsake me now no more.   

10  
Should me my father's wiser care,  
my mother's love forsake:  
Though she that bore me, me forbore,  
the Lord would me up take.   

11  
Teach me, O Lord, thy way to tread,  
where thy safe conduct lies;  
And in the path of rightness lead,  
from my observers eyes.   

12  
Give me not to my foes desire,  
for falsehood's evidence;  
With him against me doth conspire,  
that breath's out violence.   

13  
As I believed, so faith to me  
did firm assurance give,  
The goodness of the Lord to see,  
within their land that live.   

14  
Attend the Lord with courage bold,  
be strong, and stay the end:  
Confirm thy heart to hold thy hold,  
upon the Lord attend.    

PSAL. 28. Ad te Domine. Davidis.  

ON thee, O Lord my Rock, I call,  
deafe-ceasing cease to be;  
Lest down the pit, like them that fall,  
thy silence silence me.   

2  
The voice of my petitions hear,  
when for thy grace I cry:  
When to thy holy Adyte near,  
I lift my hands on high.   

3  
Draw me not with the wicked sort,  
that work with sinful art,  
That to their neighbour's peace report,  
but malice press in heart.   

4  
Pay them what they to pass have brought,  
the evil they devised:  
And by the works their hands have wrought,  
be their reward assized.   

5  
Because what deeds the Lord hath done,  
his hand they will not heed:  
Down shall he break them every one,  
and build up no such breed.   

6  
Blest be the Lord, to whom I strained  
the voice of mine un-rest:  
Whose gracious ear hath entertained,  
and heard my whole request.   

7  
The Lord my strength is, and my shield,  
my hearts, my hopes success:  
Joy to my heart, whose help doth yield,  
him shall my song confess.   

8  
The Lord with strength doth still support  
the flock that he enfolds;  
And of salvations is the Fort,  
that his Anointed holds.   

9  
O save the people of thy flock,  
bless thine inheritance;  
Feed them, and on thy favours rock  
for ever them advance.    

PSAL. 29. Afferte Domino. Psalmus Davidis.  

GIve to the Lord, ye men of Might,  
ye sons of Mighty race,  
Give glory to the Lord, his right;  
all strength to his give place.   

2  
Give to the Lord his Names renown  
before his holy Seat:  
Yourselves unto the Lord bow down,  
his beauteous honour greet.   

3  
The voice that forth on waters breaks,  
it is the Lord that-bounds:  
The glorious God in thunder speaks,  
the Lord on seas re-sounds.   

4  
The Lord sends forth a mighty noise,  
when power his power withstands:  
The Lord gives out a sovereign voice,  
when Majesty commands.   

5  
When lofty Cedars broken lie,  
his voice the Lord extends:  
Of Lebanon the Cedars high  
the Lord in sunder rents.   

6  
He makes them like a Heifer trip,  
proud of his velvet horns;  
So Lebanon, so Shirion skip,  
so skip young Unicorns.   

7  
The Lords voice shoots out flames of fire,  
JAHS voice the Desert shakes:   

8  
To tremble, if the Lord transpire,  
the Desert Cadesh makes.   

9  
JAHS voice makes Hinds bring forth their young,  
the Forrest-brood makes bare:  
And in his Temple every tongue  
his glory can declare.   

10  
The Lord sat Sovereign, at the flood  
the Lord for ever reigns;  
For sinner's judgement, for the good  
his Mercy-seat ordains.   

11  
Strength to his people, their strong Rock,  
the Mighty Lord will give:  
The blessing he will give his flock,  
shall be in peace to live.    

PSAL. 30. Exaltabo te, Domine. Psalmus Cantici: Dedicationis domus David.  

I Will extol thee, Lord Most-Hie,  
so high-extolled by thee:  
That hast not left an enemy  
to triumph over me.   

2  
thou, Lord my God, my cry besought,  
thou heald'st me instantly:   

3  
My soul from Hell thou Lord hast brought,  
revived me from-to-die.   

4  
O ye his Saints, the praises sing,  
that to the Lord belong:  
Before his holy presence bring  
a thanks-remembring song.   

5  
For but the twinkling of an eye  
his anger's moment lasts:  
But life on frail mortality  
his gracious favour casts.  
An evening weeping may outwear,  
and tears with midnight mourn:  
But mirth at morning will appear,  
and joy with light return.   

6  
In my prosperity I said,  
moved shall I never be.   

7  
My mountain, Lord, so strongly laid,  
thy favour raised to me.  
Thy face from me yet didst thou hide,  
and I was troubled soon:   

8  
Then Lord to thee for grace I cried,  
to thee, Lord, made my moan.   

9  
What profit in my blood can be,  
when I descend the pit?  
Shall dust to tender thanks to thee,  
or tell thy truth be fit?   

10  
Hear, Lord, of thee what I request,  
and mercy on me take:  
O do not me that am distressed,  
my helper, Lord, forsake.   

11  
To joyful dancing hast thou turned  
my sorrows doleful sound:  
My sackcloth loosed, wherein I mourned,  
with gladness girt me round.   

12  
That so may my uncessant tongue,  
(my glory) tune thy praise:  
Thanks, Lord, to thee my God be sung,  
to endless length of days.    

PSAL. 31. In te Domine speravi. Ad Praestantem. Psalmus David.  

MY confidence on thee I ground,  
shamed let me never be:  
As Justice doth in thee abound,  
O Lord, deliver me.   

2  
Bow down thine ear, I may be heard,  
with speed on me reflect:  
My rock of strength, my house of guard,  
in safety me protect.   

3  
For thou my rock and fortress tried,  
whatever path I tread,  
Wilt for thy Name sake be my guide,  
and all my footing lead.   

4  
To bring me forth out of the net,  
for me in secret laid,  
Thy force against their falsehood set;  
thy strength is all my aid.   

5  
From death and deaths eternal bands,  
by thee redeemed, my spirit,  
Do I again into thy hands,  
Lord God of truth, commit.   

6  
I hate them that observers are  
of lying vanities:  
My confidences settled care  
upon the Lord relies.   

7  
I will with glad and joyful spleen  
thy mercy's praise express:  
For my affliction hast thou seen,  
and known my soul's distress.   

8  
Nor hast thou shut me in the hand  
of my malignant foe;  
But for my feet made place to stand,  
and room at large to go.   

9  
On me since yet distress is drawn,  
let Lord thy mercy shine:  
Mine eye, my soul, my belly gnaw'n,  
with indignation pine.   

10  
My life with woe is worn to nought,  
my years in sighing spent:  
My strength, my sins have overwrought,  
my bones are gnaw'n and rend.   

11  
Reproach of all my foes I bear,  
my neighbours vehemently,  
And my familiars, struck with fear,  
my sight that meet me fly.   

12  
Myself a dead man out of mind,  
and in men's hearts forgot,  
As vile and useless held I find,  
as is a broken pot.   

13  
For I have heard the multitude  
with slanders me dismay;  
Against me counsel, and conclude  
to take my soul away.   

14  
But, Lord, thou art my God, I said  
my trust relies on thee:   

15  
My times that in thy hand are laid,  
from hostile hand set free.   

16  
And on thy sightless servant make  
thy faces light to shine:  
O save me for thy mercy sake,  
from this distress of mine.   

17  
Lord, let not shame have share in me,  
for on thee do I call:  
Confounded let the wicked be,  
to Hell, strook-silent fall.   

18  
Of lying lips the lavish fords  
let forth no further break,  
Which hard disdainful spiteful words  
against the Just man speak.   

19  
How plentiful thy bounties be,  
which thou hast laid in store,  
For them that fear and trust in thee,  
the sons of men before!   

20  
Them in thy faces secret hide,  
from proud insulters wrongs;  
In thy Pavilion laid aside  
secure from strife of tongues.   

21  
Blessed be the Lord, that wondrously  
his mercy hath dispensed;  
And me in safety set to lie  
within a City fenced.   

22  
Amazed, I said, before thine eyes,  
cut off, and cast away;  
The voice yet heardst thou of my cries,  
when I to thee did pray.   

23  
O love the Lord, all ye his Saints,  
for faithful doers ways  
The Lord preserves from all attaints,  
the haughty home repaies.   

24  
Be strong, endure, and do your parts,  
the Lord will in the end  
Establish your encouraged hearts,  
whose hopes on him depend.    

PSAL. 32. Beati quorum. Davidis Maschil.  

Blessed is he, whose transgression  
hath free forgiveness gained:  
And he, whose sin that he hath done,  
a covering hath obtained.   

2  
Blest is the man, unto whose charge  
the Lord imputes no sin;  
Whose spirit no hollow holds so large,  
to lodge deceit therein.   

3  
When now my tongue all speech forborn,  
in painful silence lay:  
Through my loud roaring daily worn,  
my bones with age decay.   

4  
For day and night with weight so great,  
thine hand upon me lies,  
That like the drought in summer's heat,  
my kindly moisture dries. Selah.   

5  
I did acknowledge unto thee  
the sin that I had done:  
Of mine iniquity in me  
I have concealed none.   

6  
My sin, I said, I will repeat,  
and to the Lord confess:  
And of my crime thy mercy great,  
forgave the wickedness. Selah.   

7  
Now therefore every Saint shall pray,  
while time to find is found:  
Sure, reach him none there is that may,  
when many waters sound.   

8  
From troubles heat my head to shade,  
thou art a secret place:  
With songs for my deliverance made,  
thou shalt about me trace. Selah.   

9  
I will instruct, and teach thee so,  
thou shalt not walk awry:  
And in the way that thou shalt go,  
give counsel with mine eye.   

10  
O do not ye like Horse, like Mule,  
no understanding bear;  
Whose mouth must bit and bridle rule,  
to thee for coming near.   

11  
Much sorrow swells on every side,  
to plague the wicked race:  
But in the Lord whose hopes abide,  
him mercy shall embrace.   

12  
Joy in the Lord, ye Just rejoice,  
shout out your glad delight,  
As well in gesture, as in voice,  
all ye of heart upright.    

PSAL. 33. Exultate justi.  

YE Just, be joyful in the Lord;  
becomes the righteous praise:   

2  
Harp, Viol, Voice, and Decachord,  
to praise the Lord up raise.   

3  
A new set-song to him indite,  
loud notes to music's height:   

4  
For of the Lord the Word is right,  
and all his work in faith.   

5  
His love on Justice he bestows,  
desire with Judgement dwells:  
Of mercy from the Lord that flows  
the earth with fullness swells.   

6  
The heavens by word the Lord did frame,  
and as his mouth did breathe,  
His spirit made all the host of them  
above Sun, and beneath.   

7  
The sea he bounds within the shore,  
on heaps the waters keeps:  
As into treasuries of store  
he giveth up the deeps.   

8  
To fear the Lord, all Regions call,  
on earth, through every land:  
And in the world the dwellers all,  
in awe of him to stand▪   

9  
For as he spoke, the word once past,  
the work forthwith was done:  
As he commanded, it stood fast,  
his word and deed were one.   

10  
That Heathen counsel is destroyed,  
the people's plots cast out;  
And all their purposes made void,  
the Lord can bring about.   

11  
The counsel by the Lord decreed  
shall stand for ever sure:  
The thoughts that from his heart proceed,  
to age and age endure.   

12  
O blessed Nation, whom the Lord  
to be their God doth bless:  
Blessed people, whom his own accord  
hath chosen to possess.   

13  
The Lord, all Adam's sons to see,  
in Heaven his station plants:   

14  
All from his Mansion vieweth he,  
the earth's Inhabitants.   

15  
Their heart he fashioned all alone,  
the cloisters of their thought;  
Considers all what they have done,  
the works that they have wrought.   

16  
Say, he command a copious Host,  
no King so saves his right:  
No Mighty man, whose might is most,  
delivered is by might.   

17  
A rest unsafe to save a man  
a Horse falls out to be;  
Nor he by strength, strive all he can,  
can set his Rider free.   

18  
Behold, the Lord his heedful eye  
on them that fear him bends:  
Upon his mercies safe supply,  
whose settled hope attends.   

19  
When earth exacts her due of earth,  
to free their soul from death;  
To keep alive in time of death,  
when famine faints for breath.   

20  
Our soul her hopes assured hold  
upon the Lord doth build:  
Of whose defence we may be bold,  
he is our help and shield.   

21  
Our heart in him shall gladness pure,  
and perfect joy conceive;  
That in his holy Name secure  
our hopes assurance leave.   

22  
Thy mercies gifts, O Lord, down send,  
on us so free to fall;  
As we to thee our trust commend,  
to measure them withal.    

PSAL. 34. Benedicam Domino. Davidis, cum mutavit sensum suum ante Abimelech, & relegavit eum, & abiit. Acroflichon.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
ALl times to bless the Lord, will I  
occasions all prevent;  
And make my mouth continually  
his praises instrument.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Be thou, O Lord, my souls sole choice,  
my glories sovereign head:  
The meek shall hear it and rejoice,  
by my example led.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Greatly extol the Lord with me.  
such praise together frame,  
As with his greatness may agree,  
to magnify his Name.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Desirous that the Lord should hear,  
I sought him, and he heard,  
And sent me out of all my fear  
deliverance un-deferred.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
Him to behold, to him they flowed,  
his light did them inflame:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Upon their faces fell no cloud,  
no blush, the brand of shame.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Zealous, this poor man cried and craved  
so loud, for some redress,  
That soon the Lord him heard and saved,  
from all his deep distress.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Hover about them, in pitched field▪  
JAHS Angel spreads his wings:  
To them that fear him, for a shield  
to them releasement brings.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
Taste but how good the Lord, and see  
what blessings down he sends:  
O blessed, blessed man is he,  
whose trust on him attends!  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 In fear, ye Saints, that serve the Lord,  
to serve him set your mind:  
All plenty doth his fear afford,  
no want his fearers find.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 10  
Courageous Lions hunger-pined,  
how poorly seek they food!  
But they that seek the Lord shall find  
no want, shall want no good.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 11  
Learn, sons, come listen unto me,  
my doctrine with you bear:  
Your faithful teacher will I be,  
how ye the Lord shall fear.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 12  
Man, who art thou, that wouldst live long,  
and see good days the while?  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 No evill-teller, keep thy tongue,  
thy lips from speaking guile.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 13  
eat evils out-side-falsers face,  
the in-side-foule eschew:  
Occasion to do good embrace,  
seek peace, her steps pursue.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 14  
His ears as to the Just to heed,  
so bends the Lord his eyes:  
His eyes observers of their need,  
his ears to hear their cries.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 15  
Put against them that evil do,  
firm sets the Lord his face,  
That out may their memorial go,  
cut off from earth their race.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 16  
True sorrows guests, the poor they cry,  
the Lord their crying hairs:  
His aid to them doth he apply,  
and all their troubles clears.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 17  
Care-broken hearts to them that have,  
the Lord is ever near;  
And he the contrite spirit will save,  
his care with comfort cheer.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 18  
Redundant evils many fall,  
and on the Just increase:  
Yet soon delivered from them all,  
the Lord will him release.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 19  
Summed up, he safeguards every bone,  
their number and their state,  
That broken of them goes not one  
to deaths returnlesse gate.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 20  
The passage home shall mischief thrust,  
the wicked man to slay:  
Just hand on them that hate the Just,  
a guilty death shall lay.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 21  
His servants soul the Lord redeems,  
so dear to him esteemed▪  
And none, whose trust of him esteems,  
as guilty shall be deemed.    

PSAL. 35. judica, Domine. Davidis.  

MY right, O Lord, against them plead,  
that plead against my right:  
My powers to fight against them lead,  
whose powers against me fight.   

2  
Upon thy dart-despising shield  
and buckler lay thy hand:  
In my defence to fight the field,  
and up to help me stand.   

3  
Charge lance and sword, and stop the way  
where any me pursueth:  
Soul, I am thy salvation, say,  
say to my soul for truth.   

4  
Confusion let them never lack,  
that seek my souls surprise:  
Their branded faces shame send back,  
my evil that devise.   

5  
Driven as the chaff before the wind,  
let breath their burden bear:  
The Angel of the Lord behind,  
them scattering here and there.   

6  
Let dark and slipp'ry be their way,  
and let (that they may fall)  
The Angel of the Lord dismay,  
and persecute them all.   

7  
For closely they their net have rigged,  
corruptly to entoile;  
And causelessly a pit have digged,  
to make my soul their spoil.   

8  
Let desolation unawares,  
and headlong him forestall;  
And caught in his own secret snares,  
selfe-mischiefe make him fall.   

9  
And let my soul her solace sing,  
that in the Lord I find:  
What joy doth his salvation bring,  
what music to my mind?   

10  
Which were my tongue enforced to stay,  
and silent-strooke in me:  
My bones would all break forth, and say,  
Lord, who is like to thee,  
That bringst deliverance to the poor,  
from hand for him too strong:  
The poore-afflicted from the door,  
where rapine dwells and wrong?   

11  
false-witness did against me rise,  
avouching terms untrue;  
And they to charge me did devise,  
with what I never knew.   

12  
My good with evil they repaid,  
and for my recompense,  
My barren soul by them forelaid,  
bereavest of all defence.   

13  
But as for me, when sick they were,  
in sackcloth weed I mourned:  
My humbled soul did food forbear,  
my bosom'd-praier returned.   

14  
I walked, as if I had been one  
had lost a friend or brother;  
I bowed down sadly, as a son,  
that sorroweth for his mother.   

15  
But in my halting, glad together,  
the abject-scourges got:  
In spite or scorn, I knew not whether,  
to rend me, resting not.   

16  
With flatterers, flouting Parasites  
at riotous Revels met,  
To feast their feasters with delight,  
their teeth against me whet.   

17  
This, Lord, how long wilt thou behold?  
my soul from tumult free:  
My darling from the Lions hold,  
let safely rescued be.   

18  
So in the great Assembly thanks  
to thee will I present:  
And through a mighty people's ranks,  
will make thy praise be sent.   

19  
O make not my false-hearted foes  
triumphers over me:  
With causeless hate, their eyes which close,  
and sleering will not see.   

20  
For why? they speak not peace as friends,  
but bear us fair in hand,  
To cross with their deceitful ends  
the quiet of the land.   

21  
Their mouth on me they opened wide,  
and full of scorn and ire:  
Aha, Aha, Our eye hath spied,  
(said they) our hearts desire.   

22  
Thou, Lord, hast seen all this excess,  
then hold not thou thy tongue:  
From me, O Lord, in this distress  
depart not far, nor long.   

23  
Arise, and make no longer pause,  
to judge my right awake:  
My God, my Lord, to plead my cause,  
of mine thine own it make.   

24  
As Justice is thy touch, to try,  
judge, Lord my God, of me:  
And let not their unrighteous eye,  
my fall, their triumph see.   

25  
Let them not say within their heart,  
Ha, this our soul would have:  
Let them not say, We for our part  
have made our throat his grave.   

26  
Abashed confusion cloud their face,  
that at my hurt rejoice:  
Shame be their shroud, to my disgrace  
that magnify their voice.   

27  
But joyful shouting raise their spirit,  
and give their gladness way:  
That in my Justice take delight,  
this always let them say,   

28  
" Thy servant prospers more, the more  
" his proud oppressors cease:  
" The Lord be magnified therefore,  
" that loves his servants peace.   

29  
And so thy Justice shall fulfil  
the music of my tongue:  
Upon thy praise shall be my skill  
to descant all day long.    

PSAL. 36. Dixit Insipiens. Ad Praestantem, servi Domini David.  

TRansgression of the wicked cries  
(within my heart I hear)  
Assuredly before his eyes  
of God there is no fear.   

2  
For flatt'rie is the glozing dress,  
wherewith his eyes he blinds,  
Until his hateful wickedness  
an end as hateful finds.   

3  
Of wicked words, and sly deceit,  
his mouth powers out a flood:  
His heart for wisdom is no sear,  
his deeds disused to good.   

4  
In bed his mischief he begets,  
and throws in thoughtful breast:  
Himself in no good way he sets,  
nor evil doth detest.   

5  
Thy mercy, Lord, to Heaven extends,  
the heavens are not so high:  
Thy faithfulness the clouds transcends,  
transcends the highest sky.   

6  
Thy Justice, as God's Mountains steep,  
list up a losty crest:  
Thy Judgements are a mighty deep,  
thou, Lord, sav'st man and beast.   

7  
How good, O God, how precious things  
thy mercy doth enclose:  
When under shadow of thy wings  
men's sons their trust repose!   

8  
The fatness of thy house, their fill  
on them thou shalt bestow;  
And of the streams to drink at will,  
from whence thy pleasures flow.   

9  
For why? of life from thee that streams,  
the fountain is with thee:  
We in thy lights resplendent beams,  
enlightened light shall see.   

10  
To them that know thee, through this light  
thy tender love extend;  
To them that are in heart upright,  
thy Justice recommend.   

11  
Let not the lofty foot of pride  
invade me from on high:  
Let not the wicked arm provide  
a hand to make me fly.   

12  
There are they fallen, that wickedness  
with travel exercise:  
Down are they cast without redress,  
or able means to rise.    

PSAL. 37. Noli aemulari. Davidis, Acrostichon.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 AT evil doers evil deeds  
repine not, though they thrive:  
Envy them not, when well succeeds  
what wicked heads contrive.   

2  
For as the grass to ripeness grown,  
down shall they soon be cut;  
And withered like the green herb mow'n,  
whereto the scythe is put.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Build on the Lord thy trust; do good,  
and dwelling in this mind,  
Dwell in the land, where store of food  
thy faith shall surely find.   

4  
Upon the Lord set thy delight,  
thy vows let him inspire;  
And he thy service shall requite  
above thy hearts desire.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
Go to the Lord to lead thy way,  
thy trust to him commit:  
And he thy steps shall (walking) stay,  
and make thy hopes to hit.   

6  
Thy Justice clear as is the light,  
his furnace shall refine:  
The day at noon shines not so bright,  
as shall thy Justice shine.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Dumb-silent on the Lord attend,  
undaunted at his way,  
That prospers, when malignant end  
his sly devices lay.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
Hold off from anger, wrath assuage,  
fret not thyself a whit;  
Lest like transgressors, in thy rage  
like evil thou commit.   

9  
For evil doers best success  
themselves cut off shall end:  
The earth shall they and theirs possess,  
that on the Lord attend.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 10  
Well, yet a little while expect,  
the wicked shall not be:  
Thine eye upon his place reflect,  
they are not His, nor Herald   

11  
They shall possess the earth's increase,  
that are of humble spirit:  
And in the multitude of peace,  
shall set their whole delight.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 12  
Zealously bend against the Just,  
the wicked grinds his teeth:   

13  
The Lord shall laugh to scorn his trust,  
whose day at hand he seeth.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 14  
Hand on the sword unsheathed, and bow  
fore-bent, the wicked lay:  
The poor afflicted down to throw,  
the upright-waied to slay.   

15  
Their sword on them his point shall try,  
and through their heart shall pierce:  
The bows they bend shall broken lie,  
wherewith they were so fierce.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 16  
The little that the Just possess  
avails to better steed,  
Than wicked riches, never less,  
than when they most exceed.   

17  
For broken shall be found the arms,  
where to the wicked trust:  
But with his powerful arm, from harms,  
the Lord upholds the Just.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 18  
Instructed in the Perfect's ways,  
the Lord hath his forecast:  
An heritage before them lays,  
that shall for ever last.   

19  
In them shall shame enure no stain,  
when evil times grow rough:  
And in the days that dearth doth reign,  
then shall they have enough.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 20  
Consumed yet wicked men in haste,  
JAHS foes shall soon decay;  
As fat of lambs, as smoke doth waste,  
shall they consume away.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 21  
Large sums the wicked borrowing, shifts,  
and nothing pays again:  
The Just is bountiful in gifts,  
of mercy makes his gain.   

22  
In him shall they that blessed are  
possess the earth's increase:  
But they that in his curse have share,  
cut off (and soon) shall cease.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 23  
Man's steps, where-ever-so he treads,  
the Lord upholder stays:  
His way to him delightful leads,  
and to his liking lays.   

24  
He through his frailty though he fall,  
away shall not be cast:  
For to uphold his hand withal,  
a hand, O Lord, thou hast.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 25  
Now I that have been young, am old,  
the Just man and his seed,  
Yet never did mine eye behold  
forsook, nor seeking bread.   

26  
All day, he mercy shows and lends,  
not lessening so his heap:  
His seed that from his loins descends,  
the more in blessing reap.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 27  
eat evils evil neighbourhood,  
no dwelling near that door:  
Depart from evil, and do good,  
and dwell for evermore.   

28  
The Lord loves Judgement, and will not  
forsake his Saints at need:  
Preserved for ever is their lot,  
cut off the wicked seed.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 29  
The soil the Just inherit shall  
for their possession:  
The termlesse term perpetual,  
that they shall dwell thereon.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 30  
Plenty that in the Just abounds,  
from forth his floodgates breaks:  
His mouth the deeps of wisdom sounds,  
his tongue of Judgement speaks.   

31  
Go where he will, stay or depart,  
he hath a perfect guide:  
His great God's Law is in his heart,  
his footing shall not slide.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 32  
To stall the Just man in his way,  
the wicked sets his watch:  
And takes occasion him to slay,  
advantage if he catch.   

33  
And though he fall into his hand,  
the Lord there leaves him not:  
Accused in judgement though he stand,  
the sentence is forgot.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 34  
Cleave to the Lord, and keep his way,  
and he shall hold up thee,  
To hold the land: whence cut away  
the wicked thou shalt see.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 35  
Ruffling the wicked have I seen,  
in highest pride of all:  
Wide-spreading, like a Laurel green,  
and like a Cedar, tall.   

36  
He passed away, and lo was gone  
this Lord of so much ground;  
I sought him, but of such a one,  
no footstep could be found.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 37  
See and observe the Perfects close,  
the righteous man attend,  
What ever pressure him oppose,  
peace is his after-end.   

38  
Together, where transgressors all  
shall be destroyed in haste:  
Of wicked men, their endless fall  
shall cut them off at last.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 39  
To all the righteous, from the Lord  
doth their salvation flow:  
Whose strength to them doth strength afford,  
when trouble strikes them low.  
By them the Lord their helper stands,  
deliverer of the Just;  
Deliverer-safe from wicked hands,  
because in him they trust.    

PSAL. 38. Domine, ne in furore. Psalmus Davidis ad commemorandum.  

MY faults, let no reproof of thine,  
Lord, in thy wrath repeat:  
Nor chastise any crime of mine  
in thy displeasures heat.   

2  
A shower of arrows shot from thee,  
come storming on my crown:  
And some of them stick fast in me,  
thy hand doth press me down.   

3  
My flesh is all un-sound within,  
in thy displeasure lest:  
My bones, by reason of my sin,  
are of their peace bereavest.   

4  
My wickednesses heaped store,  
above my head is gone:  
The burden of them is too sore,  
for me to bear alone.   

5  
My festered stripes a loathsome sent,  
my foolishness bewray:   

6  
So crooked I, so bowed, so bend,  
go mourning all the day.   

7  
My flanks inflamed with scorching smarts,  
that in my boiles abound:  
My flesh, that hath so many parts,  
not any part hath sound.   

8  
I feeble am, and broken sore,  
in mine unquiet fits:  
For grief of heart I groan and roar,  
my pain so near me sits.   

9  
Before thee, Lord, my whole desire,  
my sighs not hid from thee:   

10  
My heart doth pant, my strength expire,  
mine eyesight not with me.   

11  
Aloof my loving neighbours stood,  
before my stroke at hand:  
My friends, the nearest of my blood,  
strove who should furthest stand.   

12  
And they that seek my soul, set snares,  
that evil search and say:  
To circumvent me unawares,  
went musing all the day.   

13  
I like a deaf man am become,  
that hears no sound at all:  
As from whose mouth (a man struck dumb)  
not any word doth fall.   

14  
As one not hearing, held I fast  
mine ears, mine answers hold;  
As one un-meeke, reproofs to cast,  
whose mouth was not the mould.   

15  
Because, O Lord, I wait for thee,  
for thee my hopes awake:  
Thou, Lord my God, shalt answer me,  
and answer for me make.   

16  
Hear me in this distress (said I)  
lest they rejoice at me:  
And when my foot but steps awry,  
they magnify to see.   

17  
And ready sure I am to halt,  
so hard thy hand doth strain:  
Continually with fresh assault,  
before me is my pain.   

18  
My crimes I freely will confess,  
and openly declare:  
Be sorry for my sin's excess,  
with un dissembled care.   

19  
Yet live my mighty foe● the while,  
their power with mine compare:  
And they that doubled hate with guile,  
how multiplied they are!   

20  
And they that evil pay for good,  
for gain return me loss:  
Against me that for goodness stood,  
ungraciously stand cross.   

21  
Me do not thou, O Lord, forsake,  
nor far from me be gone:   

22  
My God, more haste to help me make,  
Lord, my salvation.    

PSAL. 39 Dixi custodiam. Ad Praestantem, ad jeduthun, Psalmus David.  

WHat ways my wary foot shall press,  
I will (said I) take heed:  
And with my tongue lest I transgress,  
advisedly proceed.  
My mouth from speaking word amiss,  
as with a bridle curb,  
Before me while the wicked is,  
lest some distaste disturb.   

2  
With stillness dumb I nothing spoke,  
from terms I did refrain,  
Even good, until my heart did ache,  
and troubled, was my pain.   

3  
My heart was hot in my desire,  
which silence smoth'red long:  
While thus I mused, out burst the fire,  
then spoke I with my tongue.   

4  
Lord, make me know my journey's end,  
the measure of my days:  
That I may learn what is to spend,  
how ceasing soon my ways.   

5  
Lo, t●ou hast given my days a span,  
my world as nothing plain:  
Before thee every settled man  
is (doubtless) wholly vain. Selah.   

6  
Sure, shadowlike, man makes a show,  
in vain they vex their mind:  
He heaps up goods, and doth not know  
what gatherer them shall find.   

7  
And now, Lord, what do I expect?  
on whom do I attend?  
On thee do all my hopes reflect,  
in thee begin and end.   

8  
From all my foes deliver me,  
that on my shame encroach;  
And make me not for faults to thee,  
to be the fool's reproach.   

9  
As one struck dumb, deprived of sense,  
complaint my mouth made none;  
Nor opened once that two-leaved fence,  
for thou didst what was done.   

10  
Thy plague away from me revoke,  
more than I can withstand:  
That am consumed by the stroke  
of thy resistless hand.   

11  
When man for sin thy chastning wrath,  
with stripes calls home again:  
Thou melt'st his beauty like a Moth;  
sure, earthly man is vain. Selah.   

12  
Hear, Lord, my prayer, and with thine ears,  
consider of my cries:  
Hold not thy peace, my speaking tears,  
hot-showring from mine eyes.  
For I a stranger am with thee,  
nor seat have certain here:  
A sojourner thou harbourest me,  
as all my fathers were.   

13  
O spare me with a little breath,  
my strength to me restore:  
Before I go from hence to death,  
and then I be no more.    

PSAL. 40. Expectans expectavi. Ad Praestantem, Davidis Psalmus.  

AS waiting for the Lord I stayed,  
I waited patiently;  
And he to me with present aid  
inclining, heard my cry.   

2  
He brought me from the groaning pit,  
out of the my'rie clay:  
Upon a rock my feet did fit,  
and ordered all my way.   

3  
He gave into my mouth a song,  
that newly was compiled:  
A Psalm to praise that did belong,  
and to our God was styled.  
This sight shall many eyes behold,  
and fear what he hath done:  
Their hopes shall on the Lord lay hold,  
by my example won.   

4  
Blest is the man, whose hopes reflect  
upon the Lord his eyes:  
That to the proud gives no respect,  
nor such as turn to lies.   

5  
O Lord my God, thy wonders wrought,  
thy thoughts, no thought of man:  
As thou to us, to thee hath brought,  
nor bring in order, can.   

6  
When I to speak of them address,  
and would their sum declare;  
Names greater than I can express,  
past number sums they are.   

7  
No sacrifice didst thou desire,  
yet opened hast mine ears:  
Nor offring-burnt for sin require,  
which bloodstained Altar bears.   

8  
Myself I come, than (said I) lo,  
the booke-roll to attest:  
Thy will, my God, I joy to do,  
thy Law is in my breast.   

9  
I to the great Assembly told,  
the Justice that thou show'st:  
Nor shall my lips refrain, behold,  
and that, O Lord, thou knowst.   

10  
Thy Justice did I not obscure,  
hid in my heart to dwell:  
Thy faithfulness did I assure,  
and thy salvation tell.  
Thy loving kindness have I not,  
nor yet thy truth concealed:  
Nor in the great concourse forgot,  
to make them both revealed.   

11  
Withhold not, thou, O Lord, from me  
thy tender bowels store:  
Thy mercy, and thy truth let be  
my safeguards evermore.   

12  
For evils more than may be told  
have round-environed me:  
My sins on me have caught such hold,  
I have no power to see.  
The hairs upon my head that grow,  
in number they exceed:  
My heart with trouble stricken low,  
forsakes me at my need.   

13  
Lord, let it be thy pleasure now,  
to safe deliver me:  
O Lord, to help me hasten thou,  
as able, ready be.   

14  
Shames loading let them never lack,  
that would my soul destroy:  
Abashed confusion drive them back,  
that at my evil joy.   

15  
Let desolation be their pay,  
the pension of their shame,  
Aha, Aha, to me that say,  
and make my grief their game.   

16  
Let those that seek thee all, always  
with joy in thee abide:  
Let thy salvations lovers say,  
" The Lord be magnified.   

17  
On me that poor and needy stand,  
yet thinks the Lord my stay:  
My help with thy redeeming hand,  
my God, make no delay.    

PSAL. 41. Beat us vir, qui intelligit. Ad Praestantem, Psalmus David.  

Blessed is the man, that wisely weigh  
the poore-afflicted can:  
Deliverance in the evil day,  
the Lord will send that man.   

2  
Him shall the Lord preserve alive,  
and keep on earth to bless:  
Him to his foes thou shalt not give,  
their soul shall not possess.   

3  
The Lord upholds his feeble head  
upon his couch of pain:  
Turns in his sickness all his bed,  
returns his health again.   

4  
I said in depth of my distress,  
Be gracious, Lord, to me:  
O heal my soul, whose sinfulness  
hath sore offended thee.   

5  
On me mine enemies exclaim,  
and evil of me say:  
When shall he die? when shall his nam●  
with him be cast away?   

6  
And if to visit me he come,  
his heart vain falsehood speaks:  
Iniquity, his errands sum,  
at his return forth breaks.   

7  
All they that hate me, on a knot,  
against me whispering swarm:  
Against me they this evil plot,  
devised to do me harm.   

8  
" An evil doom on him is past,  
" which he deserved before:  
And now (say they) that he lies fast,  
let him rise up no more.   

9  
Yea, in my peace the man so great,  
to special trust received:  
Which of my bread did also eat,  
his heel against me heaved.   

10  
Be gracious, Lord, to me therefore,  
and raise me up again;  
And I to them shall then restore,  
like payment for their pain.   

11  
By this I know thou favourest me,  
that though my foes assail:  
Triumphers yet they shall not be,  
against me, nor prevail.   

12  
But me, in mine integrity  
thy hand doth still uphold:  
And set me, where eternally  
thy face I may behold.   

13  
The Lord, the God of Israel,  
be blessed for ever then:  
Let age to age eternal tell  
his praise: Amen, Amen.    
Finis Libri primi.   

LIB. II.  

PSAL. 42. Quemadmodum desiderat. Ad Praestantem, erudiens, filiis Coreh.  

LIke as the braying Hind embossed,  
desires the water brooks;  
So after thee, my soul near lost,  
O God, sends longing looks.   

2  
To God, the living God, for whom  
my soul so thirsteth sore:  
O when shall my appearance come,  
the face of God before?   

3  
My tears to me have been the food,  
that day and night I eat:  
While daily they in scornful mood,  
Where is thy God? repeat.   

4  
Remembrance of the time fore-spent,  
my soul upon me pours;  
When to the House of God I went,  
at our accustomed hours.  
We in the voice of joy and thanks,  
together held our way:  
A multitude of ordered ranks,  
that holy kept the day.   

5  
Why does my daunted soul give place,  
and droop in my distress?  
Wait thou on God, healths of my face,  
whom ye● I will confess.   

6  
My soul (my God) within me sinks,  
and here in deserts still,  
On Jordan land, on Chermon thinks,  
on little Mitsghar hill.   

7  
Deep calls on deep, with thundering voice  
thy water-Canons sound:  
Thy billows all with horrid noise,  
thy waves above me bound.   

8  
His mercy will the Lord by day  
command, his song by night,  
With me a prayer to God to pray,  
my lives eternal light.   

9  
I unto God my Rock will say,  
Why dost thou me forget?  
Why walk I mourning on my way,  
oppressed, and foe-beset?   

10  
A murdering through my bones doth gride,  
to my reproach all day:  
Where is thy God? in scornful pride,  
when my distressors say.   

11  
Why does my daunted soul give place,  
and droop in my distress?  
Trust God, my God, healths of my face,  
whom yet I will confess.    

PSAL. 43. judica me, Deus.  

JUdge me, O God, my pleading plead,  
against a perverse land:  
Assert me from the wily head,  
and from the wronger's hand.   

2  
For of my strength the God thou art,  
why trun'st thou me to go,  
Oppressed in habit as in heart,  
to mourn before the foe?   

3  
Send forth thy light and truth to fill  
my dark distrustful breast,  
To guide me to thy holy Hill,  
thy Tabernacles rest.   

4  
Then to God's Altar will I go,  
to God, my joys excess:  
And thee with Harp and Hymns thereto,  
O God, my God, confess.   

5  
Why does my daunted soul give place,  
and droop in my distress?  
Trust God, my God, healths of my face,  
whom yet I will confess.    

PSAL. 44. Deus auribus. Ad Praestantem, filiis Coreh animadversio.  

O God, we heard it with our ears,  
our fathers have us told,  
What deeds thou didst in former years,  
what in their days of old.   

2  
The Heathens how thy hand outcast,  
our father's seed to sow:  
The people how thou didst lay waste,  
and made our parents grow.   

3  
For not by their own swords keen edge,  
did they possess the soil;  
Nor their own arm can they allege,  
did for their safety toil.  
But thy right hand, thine arms defence,  
thy countenances light;  
Thy favour gave them eminence,  
in them thou took'st delight.   

4  
My King, O God, on jacob's head,  
thy saving healths command:   

5  
To hundge our foes, them down to tread,  
thy Name for us shall stand.   

6  
For neither bow nor sword I have,  
whereon my trust to ground:   

7  
But thou art he from foes didst save,  
our haters didst confound.   

8  
Of God all day the praise we spread,  
and ever sing thy Name. Selah.   

9  
Of ours no host yet dost thou lead,  
but shunn'st, and leav'st us shame.   

10  
Thou mak'st us turn our backs in fight,  
and to our foes give way:  
That they that hate us hold but right,  
to make our goods their prey.   

11  
Thou sortest us on terms un-even,  
like sheep to serve for meat:  
Hast scattered us among the Heathen,  
as chaff of winnowed wheat.   

12  
Thy people hast thou sold for nought:  
Sold! rather hast forsook:  
For they that sold, of them that bought,  
no prices for them took.   

13  
Thou hast exposed us to reproach  
of neighbours round about;  
Too near upon us that encroach,  
at us to scorn and flout.   

14  
Among the heathens of our estate,  
a byword didst thou make;  
The people that our heads did hate,  
their heads at us did shake.   

15  
And every day before mine eyes  
is my confusion set:  
Beneath the veil that on me lies,  
my face and shame are met.   

16  
The loud reproachers voice I hear,  
the proud blasphemer brook:  
To see thy face (my foe) I fear,  
and for th' Avenger look.   

17  
All this upon us have we felt,  
yet have not thee forgot;  
Nor falsely with thy Covenant dealt,  
therein we failed thee not.   

18  
Our heart is backward turned to none,  
revolt is not our fault:  
Our steps out of thy paths not gone,  
nor in thy paths did halt.   

19  
In dens, where Dragons draw their breath,  
though thou hast crushed us near;  
And covered with the shade of death,  
our heads thou heldst so dear;   

20  
If of our God at any time  
the Name we have forgot;  
Or of a stranger god, the crime,  
our hands up-lifted, blot.   

21  
wherever self this sin bestows,  
shall God not search it out?  
For he the very secrets knows,  
in heart un-brought about.   

22  
For thy sake all day are we killed,  
whom else no crime could stain:  
On this account our blood is spilled,  
like sheep in shambles slain.   

23  
Awake, why sleepest thou all this space?  
for ever leave us not:   

24  
Rise, Lord, why hidest thou thy face,  
our wants, our woes forgot?   

25  
Our soul is humbled to the dust,  
our belly glued to ground:  
Rise, help, redeem us, of whose trust  
thy mercy is the bound.    

PSAL. 45. Eructavit cor meum. Ad Praestantem, super Shoshannim, filiis Corah. Canticum Amorum.  

MIne heart is working out  
a piece of peerless skill:  
Mine argument the King, my tongue  
a speedy writer's quill.   

2  
Than adam's sons more fair,  
grace from thy lips doth flow;  
His blessings therefore God on thee  
for ever did bestow.   

3  
Gird on thy thigh thy sword,  
great Champion as thou art:   

4  
With glory armed, and high renown,  
fair prosper thy desert.   

5  
Ride on, the word of Truth  
and Meekness reign thy Steeds;  
With Justice managed, thy right hand  
shall teach thee dreadful deeds.   

6  
Whole Nations under thee,  
thine arrows sharp shall bring:  
Shall of thy foes subdue the heads,  
and pierce the hearts, O King.   

7  
Thy Throne, O God, outlasts  
the longest ages light:  
Thy Kingdom's Sceptre, as the hand  
that holds the Sceptre, right.   

8  
Just (as thy hate) thy love,  
with Justice loves to go:  
Thy hate against injustice, just,  
holds wickedness thy foe.  
Thee therefore God, thy God,  
so to himself endears,  
As to anoint thee with the oil  
of joy above thy Peers.   

9  
In robes perfumed with tears  
of Myrrh and Aloë clad,  
With Cassia from the Ivory roofs,  
more than thy Maker's glad.   

10  
Kings daughters in thy Train,  
of thee their honour hold:  
Upon thy right hand sits the Queen.  
attired in Ophir gold.   

11  
O daughter, hear and see,  
hereto incline thine ear:  
Thy people, and thy father's house  
forget that thine they were.   

12  
So covet shall the King  
thy beauty, his desire;  
He is thy Lord, him serve, observe,  
adore with heart entire.   

13  
Tires daughter with a gift  
shall there beseech thy face:  
The wealthy Sydons peopled shores  
with presents sue for grace.   

14  
The daughter of the King  
all-glorious is within;  
Her robes of gold, her fairer face  
her fairest souls fair Inn.   

15  
So comes she to the King,  
in vesture needle-wrought.  
With Virgin-Ladies of her train,  
to thee shall she be brought.   

16  
This Royal Troup along  
shall joy and gladness bring:  
And enter shall they in this pomp  
the Palace of the King.   

17  
Sons in thy father's stead,  
of thee shall he beget:  
Sons whom thou mayst in all the earth,  
for sovereign Princes set.   

18  
Thy Name to age and age  
shall my remembrance sing:  
The people therefore on thy praise  
shall ever dwell, O King.    

PSAL. 46. Deus noster, refugium. Ad Praestantem, siliis Choreh, super Gnalamoth. Canti●um.  

ON God our stay and strength we ground,  
that refuge else have none:  
Abundantly in trouble found,  
when other helps are gone.   

2  
Though earth should change, we would not fear,  
although the mountains steep;  
Were rend, and hurried here and there,  
dis-bowelled in the deep.   

3  
Should waves of waters roar and swell,  
or should the mountains shake;  
When seas against the rocks rebel,  
and billows batt'rie make: Selah.   

4  
There is a river streaming by,  
makes glad God's City walls:  
The holy Torrent, O most-Hie,  
that from thy Mansion falls.   

5  
Amidst her God this care hath taken,  
removed she shall not be:  
Which, forth before the morning look,  
will God her keeper see.   

6  
The heathens enraged these tumults felt,  
moved Kingdoms made a noise:  
He thundered, and the earth did melt,  
when God gave forth his voice.   

7  
The Lord of Hosts is on our side,  
our hosts to fortify:  
The God of Jacob shall abide  
for us a refuge high. Selah.   

8  
O come but hither, and behold  
what works the Lord hath wrought:  
What desolations late, and old,  
his hand on earth hath brought.   

9  
Unto the earth's extremest ends,  
he maketh war expire:  
The bow he breaks, the spear he rends,  
the chariots burns with fire.   

10  
That I am God, surcease, and know,  
among the heathens will I  
Exalted be, by high and low,  
and in the earth made high.   

11  
The Lord of Hosts is on our side,  
our hosts to fortify:  
The God of Jacob shall abide  
for us a refuge high.    

PSAL. 47. Omnes Gentes plaudite. Ad Praestantem, filiis Choreh, Psalmus.  

YE people all, the Choir to fill,  
come clap your hands on high:  
With joyful voice to God shout shrill  
triumphant melody.   

2  
For dreadful is the Lord most-High,  
through earth a mighty King:   

3  
That Tribes and Nations far and nigh,  
beneath our feet did bring.   

4  
An heritage for us he chose,  
(right) not to be removed:  
The excellency to dispose  
of Jacob his beloved.   

5  
In triumph, with applauding noise,  
is God himself gone by:  
The Lord is with the Trumpets voice  
ascended up on high.   

6  
Sing, make the praise of God your mirth,  
sing praises to our King:   

7  
For God is King of all the earth,  
a Psalm instructive sing.   

8  
Above the Heath'ns' God reigns alone,  
coequal none admits;  
Above the heavens upon his Throne  
of Holiness he sits.   

9  
The Nations Princes feed among  
the God of Abraham's flock:  
For earth's great shields to God belong,  
their high-exalted Rock.    

PSAL. 48. Magnus Dominus. Canticum Psalmi, filiorum Coreh.  

GReat is the Lord, praised all abroad,  
but chiefly to be praised;  
Where in the City of our God,  
his holy Mount is raised.   

2  
Mount Zion beauteous is in site,  
besides the Northern lands:  
Of all the earth the glad delight,  
the great King's City stands.   

3  
God in her Palaces is known  
for her a refuge high:   

4  
For Kings (behold) oppugnants grown,  
are gone together by.   

5  
This wondrous sight struck suddenly  
such terror in their mind:  
No heart to stay, scarce feet to fly,  
could fear confounded find.   

6  
Upon them fear strong hold did build,  
and pain, the rack of fear;   

7  
As, when a woman big with child,  
her burden throws to bear.   

8  
So (tempest-beaten) at their leak,  
the ships salt water drink:  
The ships of Tarshish dost thou break,  
and with an East wind, sink.   

9  
As we have heard what deeds have been  
done in our father's coasts;  
Like have we in the City seen,  
thy City, Lord of Hosts.  
The City which our God hath chose,  
and cleared from hostile hand,  
Will God establish and dispose  
eternally to stand.   

10  
In silence we (O God) attend,  
thy faithfulness to find:  
And when thy mercy thou wilt send,  
amidst thy Temple, mind.   

11  
Thy praise, O God, as far extends,  
as doth thy Names command:  
Thy praise of earth fills all the ends,  
and Justice thy right hand.   

12  
Rejoice, Mount Zion, most of all,  
be Judah's daughters glad:  
Because thy Judgements made them fall,  
that made her faces sad.   

13  
Go compass stately Zion Mount,  
her walls walk round about:  
The number of her Tower's account,  
observe her strength throughout.   

14  
Set ye your heart upon her fort,  
view her high places well;  
And to your nephews make report,  
that they to theirs may tell;   

15  
That this is God, our God, whose power  
for ever and beyond,  
Will be our guide and governor,  
and us till death defend.    

PSAL. 49. Audite haec. Ad Praestantem, filiis Coreh, Psalmus.  

Hear, O ye people all, this lore,  
all in the world that dwell;  
Earthborn and noble, rich and poor,  
together harken well.   

2  
Of my discourse in every part,  
my mouth shall wisdoms teach,  
The meditation of my heart  
to understanding reach.   

3  
To hear a Parable proposed,  
mine ear will I incline:  
Dark mysteries, and undisclosed,  
upon my Harp divine.   

4  
I see no cause why I should dread,  
or day of evil doubt:  
When on my heels the sins that tread,  
shall compass me about.   

5  
Of them, whose hopes their heaps esteem,  
and of their riches boast:  
His brother no man may redeem,  
nor clear to God that coast.   

6  
For precious is their soul of price,  
and dearer to release,  
Than whereunto may ransom rise,  
so that must ever cease.   

7  
That he may yet for ever live,  
and not to death submit:  
Nor to the earth his ashes give,  
nor see corruptions pit.   

8  
The wise, the fool, the brutish sot,  
he sees together die;  
And leave the wealth that they have got,  
on others wings to fly.   

9  
And yet they hold their houses sure,  
their shields unsoiled with shames,  
Shall so from sire to son endure,  
and give their lands their names.   

10  
But man in honour bearing place,  
the night of death arrests:  
His brutish life by sin made base.  
is silenced like the beasts.   

11  
This is the foolish way they love,  
unconstant constant end:  
Which their posterity approve,  
and from their mouth commend. Selah.   

12  
They in the grave lie penned, like sheep,  
where death on them shall feed,  
Who, when the morning calls from sleep,  
obey the righteous seed.   

13  
Their image shall the grave bereave,  
and waste from where they dwell:  
But God shall ransom and receive  
my soul from hand of Hell. Selah.   

14  
Though one thou seest of riches seized,  
yet be thou not afraid:  
With glory of his house increased,  
though he thy wants upbraid.   

15  
For nothing with him when he dies  
convey from hence he must:  
His windy-glory from him flies,  
when he descends the dust.   

16  
For while on earth his days did dwell,  
his soul he seemed to bless:  
And to thyself when thou dost well,  
of thee will men confess.   

17  
His dwelling with his fathers all,  
shall be the house of Night:  
This brood of darkness never shall  
behold eternal Light.   

18  
Man in this honour bearing place,  
of understanding void:  
Like brutish in his life, and base,  
is like the beasts destroyed.    

PSAL. 50. Deus Deorum. Psalmus Asaph.  

THe God of Gods, the Lord hath spoke,  
and earth to hear did call:  
From where the Eastern Sunbeams smoke,  
to where the Western fall.   

2  
From Zion (Beauties perfect prize)  
a Beauty more divine,  
That Zion's beauties beautifies,  
did God in brightness shine.   

3  
Our God shall come, and silence cease,  
a fire before him eat:  
A vehement tempest shall increase,  
and round about him beat.   

4  
Heaven from above, earth from below,  
his dreadful voice will call:  
What Judgements weight, that they may know,  
shall on his people fall.   

5  
My Saints to me assemble now,  
whose pledges I have taken:  
My Covenant, that by solemn vow  
with sacrifice have struck.   

6  
His righteousness heavens shall declare,  
where his decrees are writ,  
Where kept his Courts of Justice are,  
where God the Judge doth sit.   

7  
Hear, O my people, what I say,  
and I will testify  
Against thee (Israel) this day,  
God, even thy God am I   

8  
For not thy sacrifices want  
in thee will I reprove:  
Before me thy burnt-offrings scant,  
mine anger never move.   

9  
I take no Bullock from thy stall,  
nor Buck-goat from thy fold:   

10  
Mine are the Beasts that forests all,  
or thousand mountains hold.   

11  
I know all Fowls on every hill,  
the fields wild Beasts with me:   

12  
If hungry, mine the world's whole fill,  
I take and tell not thee.   

13  
Eat I Bulls flesh, or drink the blood  
of rancid Goats will I?   

14  
Sacrifice praise, thy vows make good,  
to God, to God Most-Hie.   

15  
And in thy trouble call on me,  
that day upon me cry;  
And thy delivere● will I be,  
whom thou shalt glorify.   

16  
But God to man ungodly saith,  
My Law why dost thou preach?  
My Covenant, failing in thy faith,  
affirming in thy speech.   

17  
Where thou to be reformed dost hate,  
of all thy faults forepast;  
And of my words the weight abate,  
and back behind thee cast.   

18  
Saw'st thou a Thie●e, it was thy care,  
with him to hold consent;  
And with Adulterers, for thy share,  
thy feet forerunners went.   

19  
Thy mouth thou turn'st to evil talk,  
thy evil thoughts to join:  
Thy tongue, the hammer, that doth walk,  
deceitful slips to coin.   

20  
Thou sittest, and what was never done,  
against thy brother speakest;  
And slandering so thy mother's son,  
thine inbred malice wreak'st.   

21  
I held my peace, when thou hadst done,  
thy wicked thought supposed,  
Me like thyself, another one,  
as wickedly disposed.   

22  
But I shall thee reprove eftsoon,  
and set before thine e●es,  
The evil deeds that thou hast done,  
the thoughts thou didst devise.   

23  
Forgetful ye, and ●low of sense,  
of God unmindful minds,  
Consider, lest I rend you hence,  
where guilt no rescue finds.   

24  
He honours me, that praises pays,  
for sacrifices due;  
And I to him that rights his ways,  
will God's salvation show.    

PSAL. 51. Miserere mei Deus. Ad Praestantem, Psalmus David, cum venit ad eum Nathan Propheta, postquam ingressus est ad Bathsabagh.  

THy mercy great, O God, to me  
as graciously express:  
As thy compassions many be,  
blot out my trespasses.   

2  
Much deeper my defections lie,  
my soulness farther in:  
Wash throughly mine iniquity,  
and cleanse me from my sin.   

3  
For of my crimes I know the cries,  
acknowledge every one:  
Continually before me lies  
the sin that I have done.   

4  
To thee, thee only, sinned have I,  
done evil in thine eyes:  
Thy Word of truth to justify,  
how clear thy judgement tries.   

5  
Behold, my shape when I received,  
did wickedness begin:  
My mother when she me conceived,  
conceived in heat of sin.   

6  
Lo, truth within mine inmost part  
doth thy delight affect:  
And thou the secret of my heart,  
by wisdom shalt direct.   

7  
With hyssop purify this deed,  
so purged I clean shall grow:  
Wash me, my whiteness shall exceed  
the whiteness of the snow.   

8  
Of joy and gladness, make me hear  
thy reconciling voice:  
The bones by thee that broken were,  
shall then afresh rejoice.   

9  
Hide from my sins thy face, forget  
what follies I have done:  
All my misdeeds blot out, and let  
thy wrath remember none.   

10  
Clean heart to me, O God, create,  
this spirit of mine subdue;  
Right spirit in me regenerate,  
and reinspire anew.   

11  
And cast me not, but of thy face,  
where sight I may possess:  
Nor from my sinful flesh displace  
thy Spirit of Holiness.   

12  
The joy that thy salvation gives,  
restore to me again;  
And with thy Spirit, where freedom lives,  
my sin-bound soul sustain.   

13  
Then shall I teach transgressors all,  
within thy ways to tread;  
And sinners my example shall  
to thee converted lead.   

14  
Deliver me, O God, from blood,  
pale deaths polluted spring:  
God of my health, my tongue aloud  
shall of thy Justice sing.   

15  
My sin-shut lips, Lord, open thou  
with thy kind mercy's keys:  
So than my mouth will I bestow,  
in setting forth thy praise.   

16  
For sacrifice none thou requirest,  
else would I give it thee:  
Burnt-offrings neither thou desir'st,  
nor thy delights they be.   

17  
A wounded spirits heart-breaking smart,  
to God burns sacrifice:  
A broken and a contrite heart,  
thou, God, wilt not despise.   

18  
On Zion, as thy goodness falls,  
with wont favour filled:  
Of thy Jerusalem the walls,  
on thy good pleasure build.   

19  
Then sacrifice of righteousness  
to please thee shall ascend:  
Burnt-offrings whole thine Altar press,  
and frequent Calves contend.    

PSAL. 52. Quid gloriaris? Ad Praestantem, M●schil Davidis. cum veniret Doeg Idumaeus, & nunciaret Sauli, ac diceret illi, Venit David in domum Achimelec.  

WHy dost thou, Tyrant, mischief boast,  
how much thou canst procure?  
God's mercy (do thy worst and most)  
doth daily yet endure.   

2  
Thy tongue of evil doth entreat,  
which forth thy falsehood puts:  
As thou with doing of deceit,  
so sharp no razor cuts.   

3  
At evil more than good to reach,  
thy earnest love is bend;  
And then on Justice is thy speech,  
on falsehood rather spent.   

4  
To speak all words that may devour,  
thy lewd desire doth long,  
To swallow up, where thou hast power,  
O thou deceitful tongue.   

5  
For ever thee shall God destroy,  
and from thy dwelling place,  
From where the living land enjoy,  
rend and root out thy race.   

6  
And this the Just shall also see,  
and seeing this shall fear;  
And laugh to scorn the Brave, whom he  
thus brought to nought shall hear.   

7  
Behold the strong, that of his state,  
not God the strength did seat:  
Whose trust was in his riches rate,  
in evil only great.   

8  
ay, always like an Olive green,  
my growth of days to spend:  
Shall in the House of God be seen,  
whose mercy I attend.   

9  
Thy deeds my praises shall proclaim  
in public evermore:  
And patiently expect thy Name  
so good, thy Saints before.    

PSAL. 53. Dixit Insipiens. Ad Praestantem, super Mahalath. Psalmus Davidis.  

THere is no God, in heart to say,  
so far the fool is gone:  
Corrupt and odious is their way,  
good-doer there is none.   

2  
Down from the Heaven's God looked to see,  
what Adam's sons desired:  
Of understanding who was he,  
that after God enquired.   

3  
Out of the way they are all gone,  
gone altogether back:  
Good deed, good-doer none, not one,  
of all their loathsome pack.   

4  
Is all their understanding fled,  
to wicked works that fall?  
That eat my people up like bread,  
on God they never call.   

5  
There did they fear, where was no fear,  
to fright those guilty ones:  
For God hath scattered here and there  
the proud besiegers bones.   

6  
Them to confusion hast thou sent,  
thine enemies surprised  
With shame (of sin the best event)  
for God hath them despised.   

7  
Salvations who to Israel  
shall out of Zion give?  
When they that now in bondage dwell,  
no longer captives live.  
His people home when God hath had,  
of whom he made his choice:  
Then jacob's Nation shall be glad,  
and Israel rejoice.    

PSAL. 54. Deus, in nomine. Ad Praestantem, in Neghinoth, M●schil Davidis, cum venissent Ziphaei, & dixissent Sauli, Nun David abscondit se nobiscum?  

THy Name in this distress of mine,  
O God, to save me send:  
To judge me, as revenge is thine,  
thy powerful strength extend.   

2  
Unto my prayer, O God, draw near,  
that I to thee commend;  
And of my mouth the words to hear,  
thine ear attentive bend.   

3  
For strangers up against me rise,  
and tyrants take the way,  
Not taking God before their eyes,  
to mark my soul their prey. Selah.   

4  
But God my helper is, behold,  
in my defence to stand:  
To help them that my soul uphold,  
the Lord is near at hand.   

5  
By evil that my foes contrive,  
of their desired success,  
His like reward shall them deprive,  
them in thy truth suppress.   

6  
An offering of a free-willed heart  
to thee will I present;  
And praise thy Name, O Lord, that art  
to goodness wholly bend.   

7  
For by the helps he did apply,  
my troubles all expire:  
And on mine enemies, mine eye  
hath seen my full desire.    

PSAL. 55. Exaudi Deus. Ad Praestantem, in Neghinoth, Maschil Davidis.  

UNto my prayer, O God, give ear,  
that where thou art in place,  
My supplication may come there,  
and thou not hide thy face.   

2  
Intent, and answer my complaint,  
with straining up my voice:  
In these extremes of woe that faint,  
and make a troubled noise.   

3  
The enemies reproaches ring,  
the wicked raise debate:  
Iniquity on me they bring,  
and wroth the hand of hate.   

4  
My heart within me troubled sore,  
is racked to sorrow's height:  
Than death itself, deaths terrors more  
oppress me with their weight.   

5  
Upon me fear and trembling fell,  
and over me at last,  
(My sorrows best befitting cell)  
a covering, horror cast.   

6  
O, had I of a Dove (said I)  
the wing, to waft my breast,  
I then from these assaults would fly,  
and find some seat of rest.   

7  
Hence would I get me far (behold)  
and in the Deserts bide,  
Where I could seize some safer hold,  
my harmless head to hide.   

8  
Hence would I hasten mine escape,  
and (horror left behind)  
Exchange my shelter and my shape,  
to shun the stormy wind.   

9  
Their discord-tongues, O Lord, divide,  
by swallowing up their life:  
For in the City have I spied,  
that rapine reigns and strife.   

10  
Upon the walls thereof they go,  
in compass day and night,  
And in the midst thereof by woe,  
stands mischief armed with might.   

11  
Within her, who there walks awhile,  
but wickedness he meets:  
Dissembling mates, deceit and guile,  
depart not from her streets.   

12  
For, not my foe was my disgrace,  
his blow I could have borne:  
From open hate have hid my face,  
had he heaved up his horn.   

13  
But it was thou, that wentest aside,  
didst (faithless) faith pretend:  
O man, my other half, my guide,  
mine own familiar friend.   

14  
Our Counsel sweetly did consent,  
conceived on either part:  
As brethren to God's House we went,  
as in two breasts one heart.   

15  
Let hasty death upon them throng,  
and send them quick to Hell:  
For evils are their roofs among,  
within them where they dwell.   

16  
But I will call on God, and soon  
the Lord will safety send.  
At even will pray, at morn, at noon,  
while he my cry intend.   

17  
He hath redeemed my soul in peace,  
from battles doubtful fear:  
Against me, as they did increase,  
so with me many were.   

18  
Yea, God shall hear, and hold them low,  
he that of old abode: Selah.  
For changeless, but to worse they grow,  
and why? they fear not God.   

19  
Against the heads, with him at peace  
he hath sent forth his hand;  
And (faithless) having no release,  
profaned his Covenants band.   

20  
His mouth more smooth than butter, words,  
but in his heart made war;  
More soft than oil, than spears, darts, swords,  
words wounding deeper far.   

21  
Upon the Lord thy burden cast,  
and he shall nourish thee;  
And give the Just to stand so fast,  
that moved they never be.   

22  
The wicked, thou, O God, shalt fling  
into corruptions pit:  
Where they untimely perishing,  
beyond all time shall sit.  
Men stained with bloods, and fraudulent,  
ripe age shall never see:  
Nor live out half their days well-spent;  
but I will trust in thee.    

PSAL. 56. Miserere mei Deus. Ad Praestantem, super Columbam mutam Remotorum, Michtam Davidis, cum deprehenderenteum Pelishtim in Gath.  

BE merciful, O God, to me,  
whom man would make his prey:  
Whose hands from fight never free,  
oppress me all the day.   

2  
My foes to swallow me outright,  
their daily powers apply:  
For many hands against me fight,  
O thou that art Most-Hie.   

3  
The day that cloudy doubts appear,  
to make my heart afraid;  
My hopes yet shining through my fear,  
expect thy promised aid.   

4  
In God by me his Word sincere,  
sincerely praised shall be:  
In God I trust, and will not fear  
what flesh can do to me.   

5  
To wrest my words is all their care,  
their daily counsel's end,  
Against me, all for evil are  
the thoughts that they intend.   

6  
Together all lay out their line,  
as close as hook in bait:  
Observing every step of mine,  
when for my soul they wait.   

7  
Shall wickedness such wages have?  
so safe shall they escape?  
Dig in thy wrath, O God, the grave  
that for their fall shall gape.   

8  
Thou numbrest all my wand'ring years,  
what toils I undertook:  
Told in thy bottle put my tears,  
are they not in thy book?   

9  
That day that I upon thee call,  
my foes shall turn their back:  
Of God, I know, I never shall  
the gracious favour lack.   

10  
In God the Word will I commend,  
the Word praiseworthy most:  
Lord, of thy Word, where is no end  
of praise, my praise shall boast.   

11  
On God my hopes their anchor throw,  
afraid I will not be,  
What earthly man to me can do,  
or challenge done by me.   

12  
Thy vows, O God, upon me are,  
which I to thee will pay:  
And sacrifice of praise prepare  
before thy face to lay.   

13  
For thou my soul from death didst free,  
my feet from sliding quite:  
To walk, O God, in sight of thee,  
with them that live in light.    

PSAL. 57 Miserere mei Deus. Ad Praestantem. Ne corrumpas, Michtam Davidis, cum fugeret â facie S●ulis in speluncam.  

BE merciful to me, O God,  
be merciful to me:  
For as my safeties sole abode  
my soul doth trust in thee.   

And in the shadow of thy wings,  
my hopes assurance seat:  
Till time an end of evils brings,  
and calm this tempest's heat.   

2  
I unto God Most-High will call,  
my plaint before him lay:  
Whose promise firm performance shall  
in full perfection pay.   

3  
He from the Heavens shall send his hand,  
and save me by his power:  
Hath marked him with reproaches brand,  
whose mouth would me devour. Selah.   

4  
His mercy, and his truth, before  
shall God send forth in aid:  
For, where fierce Lions ramp and roar,  
my soul is subject laid.   

5  
Among the sons of man I lie,  
that fire and fury breathe:  
Spears from whose teeth, and arrows fly,  
whose tongues sharp swords unsheathe.   

6  
O God, where brightness most abounds,  
above the Heavens ascend:  
Thy glories beams beyond the bounds  
of all the earth extend.   

7  
A net they for my steps have laid,  
and down my soul is bowed:  
But in the trench are they betrayed,  
which they for me had ploughed.   

8  
My heart, O God, is fixed on thee,  
on thee my heart is fixed:  
The song that I shall sing, shall be  
of thanks and praises mixed.   

9  
Awake, my glory, slow delay  
my Lute and Harp off shake:  
Before the Star that ushers day,  
I early will awake.   

10  
To thee, O Lord, my thanks will I  
among the people bring;  
And where the Nations scattered lie,  
aloud thy praises sing.   

11  
The greatness of thy mercy's store  
above the Heavens doth stretch:  
Thy truth up to the skies doth soar,  
a higher pitch to reach.   

12  
O God, where brightness most abounds,  
above the Heavens ascend:  
Thy glories beams, beyond the bounds  
of all the earth extend.    

PSAL. 58. Si verè u●ique. Ad Praestantem. Ne corrumpas. Davidis.  

ANd call ye this (O men of Might)  
pronouncing sentence just?  
And call ye this to judge upright,  
O eldest sons of dust?   

2  
Yea, wickedness ye work in heart,  
and under fair pretence:  
Where through the earth ye hold your Mart,  
your hands weigh violence.   

3  
The wicked, from their mother's womb  
estranged, from goodness fly;  
And erring, from the belly come,  
no sooner speak, but lie.   

4  
The poisoning Serpent poison bears,  
less deadly than their sting:  
With like deaf ear the Python hears  
the wise Enchanter sing.   

5  
Their teeth, O God, break in their mouth,  
the Lion's tusks out-root:   

6  
Like waters, Lord, shrink up their growth,  
cut off the shafts they shoot.   

7  
As Snail consumed within the shell,  
all out in slime is run:  
Abortive as the birth that sell,  
so see they not the Sun.   

8  
Before your pots perceive the thorn,  
or feel the brambles heat,  
Let whirling-fury tempest-borne,  
their counsels crude defeat.   

9  
So shall the Just rejoice a good,  
to see the vengeance reign;  
And wash his feet in reeking blood  
of wicked doers slain.   

10  
So say shall men of mortal kind,  
fruit for the just there is:  
There is a God, the earth shall find,  
and judgement (doubtless) his.    

PSAL. 59 Eripe me. Ad Praestantem. Ne corrumpas, D●vidis Michtam, cum mittente S●ule, observaretur domus, ut interfice●ent eum.  

FRom them that are mine enemies,  
my God, deliver me:  
From them that up against me rise,  
my head upraised set free.   

2  
Assert thou me from their pursuit,  
that evil work with pain;  
And from their hands, whom bloods pollute,  
in safety me sustain.   

3  
Lo, for my soul in wait they lie,  
the strong together draw:  
When fault of mine they none could spy,  
nor sin, O Lord, they saw.   

4  
Without iniquity in me,  
they run and ready make  
To meet me, raise thyself and see;  
my helper, Lord, awake.   

5  
Awake therefore, Lord God of hosts,  
thou God of Israel,  
To visit all the Heathen coasts,  
against thee that rebel.   

6  
And where for grace to thee alone,  
frail sinners find access:  
O let thy mercy favour none,  
that faithlesly transgress. Selah.   

7  
They, when the evening Sun shuts in,  
run jetting to and fro;  
And like a dog they howl and grin,  
and round the City go.   

8  
Volleys lo from their mouth they shoot,  
swords in their lips they bear:  
Weapons that war with silent foot,  
for who (say they) shall hear?   

9  
But thou, O Lord, shalt them deride,  
make all the heathens a mock:  
That strength to thee will I ascribe,  
to thee, O God, my Rock.   

10  
God of my mercy shall prevent,  
and in such plight to me;  
Mine enemies shall God present,  
as my desire would see.   

11  
Whom let not slaughters hand devour,  
lest that my flock forget:  
Disperse them by thy mighty power,  
them, Lord our shield, defeat.   

12  
Their sinful mouth, their lip-wise words,  
let their swollen pride descry:  
And take them in their selfe-twin'd cords,  
that curse, forswear, and lie.   

13  
Consume, consume them in thy wrath,  
that they no more may grow:  
What empire God in Jacob hath,  
through earth that they may know.   

14  
As soon as day his light draws in,  
return they to and fro;  
And like the dog, they howl and grin,  
and round the City go.   

15  
Go wand'ring here and there for meat,  
and snart, if un-sufficed:  
They find short fare for them to eat,  
by want and hunger sized.   

16  
But I will sing thy mighty power,  
thy mercy early praise:  
For thou hast been my fortresse-Tower,  
my Rock in restless days.   

17  
ay, O my strength, to thee will sing,  
to God, my refuge high:  
The God that makes his mercy's spring,  
my mercy's treasury.    

PSAL. 60. Deus repulisti. Ad Praestantem, super Sushan-Eduth, Michtam Davidis, ad docendum, cum contenderet erga Aram Naharaim, & erga Aram-zobah, & conversus joab, et percussit Edom in valle Salis duodecim millia.  

THou hast, O God, cast us aside,  
routed our poor remain:  
Thine angry brow hast bend to chide,  
O turn to us again.   

2  
The trembling earth thou didst invade,  
and rifts therein hast cleft:  
O heal the breaches thou hast made,  
for it is shaking left.   

3  
Thou show'dst thy people harder things,  
than they had borne before:  
Of wine, that stupid horror brings,  
to drink, thou gav'st them store.   

4  
To them that fear thee hast thou given  
a sign, to shun the bow:  
A Banner, by the hand of Heaven  
set up, for truth to show.   

5  
That free deliverance they may have,  
that are beloved of thee:  
With thy resistless right hand save,  
O hear and answer me.   

6  
God in his Holiness hath spoke,  
which I with joy repeat:  
In Shechem will I strike the stroke,  
and Succoths valley meet.   

7  
Mine Galghad is, Manasseh mine,  
strength of my head doth live:  
In quiver-bearing Ephraim's line,  
my Law shall Judah give.   

8  
My wash-pot Moab will I make,  
my shoe on Edom fling:  
Thy pride, Pelesheth overtake,  
and to my triumphs bring.   

9  
The City of such strength within,  
what guide shall make me get?  
The warlike Edom's towers to win,  
what Leader shall I set?   

10  
When thou, O God, as nought of worth,  
hast cast us off so long;  
And with our Armies went'st not forth,  
to make our battles strong.   

11  
O give us help from our distress,  
man's health is vain deceit:  
Through God we shall do valiantness,  
our foes he shall defeat.    

PSAL. 61. Exaudi Deus. Ad Praestantem, super Neghinoth. Davidis.  

MY cry, O God, my prayer attend,  
when I to thee complain:   

2  
When from this earth's extremest end  
my smoth'red heart I strain.   

3  
Conduct me to the Rock of power,  
that higher is than I:   

4  
For thou hast been my hopes strong tower  
against the enemy.   

5  
Thy Tabernacle will I take,  
for ever there to dwell;  
And to my hopes a shelter make,  
thy wings my secret cell. Selah.   

6  
For thou to hear my vows from heaven,  
thine ear, O God, didst frame;  
An heritage to me hast given,  
of them that fear thy Name.   

7  
Days upon days increased by thee,  
thou to the King shalt give:  
The compass of his years shall be,  
from age to age to live.   

8  
Him God before his face to sit,  
for ever shall accept:  
With mercy, truth prepare thou fit,  
by whom he may be kept.   

9  
Praise to thy Name so will I sing,  
for ever day by day:  
To thee my vows upon me bring,  
that I may duly pay.    

PSAL. 62. Nun Deo? Ad Praestantem, apud jeduthun. Psalmus Davidis.  

ON God my silent soul attends,  
his seasons (surely) heeds:  
To him my safety's care commends,  
from whom my health proceeds.   

2  
He surely is my Rock of power,  
and my salvation proved:  
My hold, my high-defensive tower,  
I shall not much be moved.   

3  
How long on mischief will ye think?  
Man-slayers, slaughtered all,  
Ye like a ruined sense shall sink,  
and like a shaken wall.   

4  
His dignity how to suppress,  
their counsels they convert:  
Delight in lies, with mouth they bless,  
but curse within their heart. Selah.   

5  
On God, yet never thou the less,  
my silent soul, attend:  
From whom my hopeful patientness  
expects a happy end.   

6  
He surely is my Rock of power,  
and my salvation proved:  
My hold, my high-defensive tower,  
I shall not be removed.   

7  
In God is my Salvations port,  
my Glories lofty crest,  
Rock of my strength, in God my Fort,  
my Confidences rest.   

8  
O people, trust in him always,  
your heart before him pour:  
For of our hopes God is the stay,  
our safeties trusty tower.   

9  
Sure, Adam's sons are vanity,  
and lighter in account:  
The best together weighed, a lie,  
and make the balance mount.   

10  
Trust not in wrong, to reap your part,  
in rapine be not vain:  
If wealth increase, set not your heart  
on baited lures of gain.   

11  
God spoke at once, which twice I heard,  
" To God the power pertains;  
Of punishment, and of reward,  
of pardons, and of pains.   

12  
And mercy, Lord, in thee alone  
exceeds, from thee proceeds:  
For thou wilt render every one  
according to his deeds.    

PSAL. 63. Deus, Deus meus. Psalmus David, cum is esset insolitudine jehudah.  

THou art, O God, my God alone,  
mine eyes shall watch to see  
The Night's obscurer watchmen gone,  
and early seek for thee.   

2  
For thee my thirsty soul doth toil,  
for thee my flesh doth long:  
Within a waste and weary soil,  
and waters none among.   

3  
Within thy Sanctuaries seat,  
which now I see no more;  
To see thy power and glory great,  
as I have seen before.   

4  
For, good thy mercy is above  
the gladsome length of days,  
More lovely is than life thy love,  
" My lips shall sing thy praise.   

5  
Thus will I bless thee, while I live,  
while breath this breast commands;  
And in thy Name, the offering give  
of my up-lifted hands.   

6  
With marrow, and with fatness fed,  
my soul shall be full filled;  
And from my mouth thy praises spread,  
through joyful lips distilled.   

7  
Of thee my bed remembrance brings,  
by night I watch for thee:   

8  
And shout, when shadowed with thy wings,  
thy saving help I see.   

9  
To thee my Hermit-soule adheres,  
here, from thy House expelled;  
Where never thy right hand forbears,  
nor leaves me un-upheld.   

10  
But they, that make my life their prey,  
and for my soul contend:  
Where lowest earth hath made their way,  
to death let them descend.   

11  
A hand on them the sword shall heave,  
and shed their guilty blood:  
The loathed remainder they shall leave,  
shall be the Fox's food.   

12  
In God, be glad, yet shall the King,  
and all that swear Him by,  
Shall glory, but be stopped the spring,  
the lips that speak a lie.    

PSAL. 64. Exaudi Deus. Ad Praestantem. Psalmus David.  

UNto my voice, O God, give ear,  
to whom my prayer doth go:  
Preserve my life from pallid fear,  
of my pursuing foe.   

2  
My head from secret counsels hide,  
that wicked heads contrive;  
From rage against me open wide,  
that evil doers drive.   

3  
With venomed edge and fell intent  
which whet their tongues like swords;  
And shoot in bows by malice bend,  
(sharp arrows) bitter words.   

4  
A secret shot at him to fit,  
that is in heart upright:  
With sure and sudden hand they hit,  
and fear not where it light.   

5  
Themselves in mischief make they bold,  
and commune how to lay  
Their secret snares, to take sure hold,  
and, who shall see them? say.   

6  
Iniquities new shapes have sought,  
and masked faces found;  
Discovering of their wicked thought,  
the heart-corrupted ground.   

7  
But God, a sudden shaft sharp ground,  
and swifter than the wind,  
Shall shoot at them, and in the wound,  
shall leave the head behind.   

8  
Yea, their own tongues shall they incite,  
upon themselves to fall:  
Which all that see, with fearful flight,  
shun their example shall.   

9  
All earthly men shall in their fear,  
the work of God declare;  
And wisely weigh what these men were,  
and whose these doings are.   

10  
The just and upright, for his part,  
shall in the Lord rejoice;  
And trust in him: All true of heart,  
shall glory in their choice.    

PSAL. 65. Te decet Hymnus. Ad Praestantem. Psalmus David Canticum.  

ON thee waits Zion's silent praise,  
O God, that hearest the prayer:   

2  
To thee, the vow thy people pays,  
to thee all flesh repair.   

3  
Iniquities, with words at will,  
against me have prevailed;  
But our transgressions covering still,  
thy mercy never failed.   

4  
O blessed he, whom thou dost choose,  
so near thy Courts to dwell:  
Thy Houses goods where we may use,  
thy Temple's plenty, tell.   

5  
Thou God, our health, by fearful signs  
shalt answer us again:  
Just hope of all that earth confines,  
or farthest seas contain.   

6  
Which by his strength lifts up the hills,  
above the plains to tower;  
And firmness to their height fulfils,  
which girded is with power.   

7  
Which stills the raging of the seas,  
becalms the billows sounds;  
And (more outrageous, to appease)  
the people's tumult bounds.   

8  
On earth, the utmost dwellers fear  
thy signs: The goings out  
Of East and West (thy light that bear)  
for joy thou mak'st to shout.   

9  
Thou visitest the soil with showers,  
of life-inspiring rain;  
Rich Ours of pearl, thy dew down powers,  
the greedy Ploughman's gain.   

10  
Gods River reacheth far and wide,  
thy care prepares the corn;  
And seed, to mother earth dost hide,  
in teeming-furrow borne.   

11  
The waters melt her drunken plain,  
the verdant blossoms swell;  
On whose increase, as drops of rain,  
so many blessings dwell.   

12  
The year, with goodness dost thou crown,  
beginning where thou end'st;  
And every step stills fatness down,  
which from the clouds thou send'st.   

13  
They drop upon the pastures wide,  
that robe the wilderness;  
The little hills, begirt with pride,  
no little joy express.   

14  
The pastures clothed with flocks unshorn,  
their double fleeces bring:  
The valleys covered are with corn,  
for joy they shout and sing.    

PSAL. 66. jubilate Deo. Ad Praestantem, Canticum Psalmi.  

IN God be joyful all the earth,  
his Names renown to raise:   

2  
Sing Psalms, make loud triumphant mirth,  
put glory to his praise.   

3  
Say unto God, Thy dreadful deeds,  
who can enough express?  
Whose foes, thy power, that so exceeds,  
(feigned tongues, false hearts) confess.   

4  
The earth throughout, to worship thee,  
their humbled hearts shall frame;  
And of thy praise, in Psalms agree,  
to sing unto thy Name. Selah.   

5  
The works of God, O come and see,  
what he to pass hath brought,  
What terrible achievements he  
for Adam's sons hath wrought.   

6  
The Sea, away on heaps he sent,  
the Deep he made dry ground:  
Where, through the flood on foot we went,  
in him, there joy we found.   

7  
He rules for ever by his power,  
on Nations sets his eyes:  
That (never raised, but, to devour)  
rebellion, never rise. Selah.   

8  
And ye, our God, O people bless,  
with tongues, and hearts prepared,  
Through every land, let more or less,  
his praises voice be heard.   

9  
Which putting deaths black darts aside,  
our soul in life doth stay:  
And suffering not our foot to slide,  
upholds us in our way.   

10  
For thou, O God, didst trial make,  
what heat we could endure:  
If fire could force us thee forsake,  
that fines the silver pure.   

11  
Thou brought'st us where we were betrayed,  
and tangled in the net:  
Where straightness on our loins was laid,  
and pinching panels set.   

12  
Thou causedst men, as heads of nought,  
above our heads to ride:  
Through fire and waters hast us brought,  
where peace and plenty bide.   

13  
With offerings burned my vows to pay,  
I to thine house will press,  
Performing what my lips did say,  
the mouth of my distress.   

14  
Burnt sacrifices, fatlings throats,  
to thee will I return:  
Rams incense, Bullocks, and Buck-goats,  
upon thine Altar burn. Selah.   

15  
O come, and hearken every one,  
of God that stand in fear;  
And for my soul what he hath done,  
ye from my mouth shall hear.   

16  
I with my mouth to him complained,  
his praise my tongue preferred:  
If wicked sight my heart had stained,  
the Lord would not have heard.   

17  
God surely heard my voice complain,  
my prayer to him repair:  
Blessed God, that turned not back again  
his mercy from my prayer.    

PSAL. 67. Deus misereatur. Ad Praestantem, in Neghinoth. Psalmus Cantici.  

IN mercy God to us incline,  
and bless us with his grace:  
Upon our darkness make to shine,  
his light outshining face. Selah.   

2  
That known may be thy heavenly way,  
within this earthly round:  
That thy salvations message may  
among all Nations sound.   

3  
Thy praise, O God, let peoples sing,  
as far as nights and days,  
The Sun transcends his signs to bring;  
all people sing thy praise.   

4  
For joy let all the Nations shout,  
for thou with righteous doom,  
Shalt judge the people earth throughout,  
the Nations guide become. Selah.   

5  
Thy praise, O God, let peoples sing,  
as far as nights and days,  
The Sun transcends his signs to bring;  
all people's sing thy praise.   

6  
In field and furrow then the land  
shall yield her fruits increase;  
And God, our God, with gracious hand,  
to bless us shall not cease.   

7  
His blessing God on us shall send,  
all Nations far and near:  
The earth throughout, from end to end,  
of him shall stand in fear.    

PSAL. 68 Exurgat Deus. Ad Praestantem, Davidis, Psalmus Cantici.  

LEt God arise, and (disarrayed)  
his scattered foes give place:  
And let his haters all dismayed,  
fly from before his face.   

2  
Driven, as the smoke before the wind,  
as wax, at fire, doth melt;  
So perish let the wicked kind,  
God's awful presence felt.   

3  
But let the Just in him rejoice,  
before God's face express  
Their joy of heart, with gladsome voice  
shout out their joys excess.   

4  
Sing, sing to God, his Name on hie,  
that rides through Deserts, raise:  
Make JAHS Name way, and joyfully  
before his face sing praise.   

5  
The Father of the fatherless,  
Judge of the widow's cry  
Is God, whose Throne of Holiness,  
whose Mansion is on high.   

6  
God into households doth dispose  
the solitary Cell:  
The prisoners locked in chains sets lose,  
in drought lets Rebels dwell.   

7  
O God, when through the Desert-sands,  
thou wentest before thy flocks;  
And taughtest their clay-worne feet and hands,  
to climb Arabian rocks. Selah.   

8  
Earth shook, heavens sweat, Mount Sinai fell,  
and shrunk, to give God place:  
When God, the God of Israel,  
showed forth his face: His face!   

9  
Thou shedst, O God, a gracious Rain,  
and thine Inheritance,  
Long languishing in thirsty pain,  
thy dews did re-advance.   

10  
Therein the Congregation dwelled,  
this coast thy creatures shared:  
Thus hath (O God) thy goodness dealt,  
thus for the poor prepared.   

11  
The Lord gave word, by women spread,  
through that great Army they  
Sung," Kings, with Armies fled; they fled,  
the House-dove shared the prey.   

12  
Your beauty, though the pots have spilt,  
where (sooty) ye have line:  
With silver wings, necks parcell-gilt,  
your Dovelike plumes shall shine.   

13  
When God Almighty gave the blow,  
where Kings confounded fell:  
Our Zion, shady-Tsalmons snow,  
for whiteness did excel.   

14  
Gods Mountain, as Mount Basan stands,  
Mount Basan, fertile, high:  
Whose crest, so many crests commands,  
to Zion comes not nigh.   

15  
Insulting Hills, so high, so great,  
this Mountain God loves well:  
The Lord desires to make his seat,  
for ever here to dwell.   

16  
Myriad of Angels; Mighty Names,  
Gods Chariots, Millions fill;  
In them the Lord, as Sinai's flames,  
on Zion's holy Hill.   

17  
Thou art ascended up on high,  
above the fiery heaven;  
Hast captive led captivity,  
and gifts in man hast given.  
With them (the more ingrateful they,  
that faithless did rebel;  
And but compelled, would not obey)  
that thou Lord God mightst dwell.   

18  
The Lord be blessed, throughout our land,  
whose boundless mines of wealth,  
With bounty daily load our hand,  
the God, our saving health. Selah.   

19  
God our salvations is become,  
our God, that gives us breath,  
Eternal is, the Lord, to whom  
the issues are of death.   

20  
Sure, God will smite his haters heads,  
and wound the hairy skull  
Of him, that life ungodly leads,  
and sin on sin doth pull.   

21  
The Lord said, I will bring again,  
from Basans' slaughtered King;  
thou, from the gulfs amid the Main,  
again, my people, bring.   

22  
Deep in the blood of Tyrants shed,  
thy trampling foot to stain;  
And of thy dogs the tongue die red,  
where all thy foes lie slain.   

23  
What triumphs thee, O God, did bring,  
they saw it face to face;  
Thy goings, O my God, my King,  
within thy holy place.   

24  
Before went singers, after they  
on Instruments that played;  
Among them Damsels held their way,  
that hand on Timbrel laid.   

25  
In thine assembly let not thanks  
from God the Lord depart:  
O Fountain, closed in Israel's banks,  
from fountain of thy heart.   

26  
There, little Benjamin set high,  
with Judah's Royal race;  
Of Zebulun, and Nephthali,  
the Princes crowned the place.   

27  
Strength from his strength forth-issuing,  
thy God's command hath brought;  
Establish thou, O God, the thing,  
that thou for us hast wrought.   

28  
And for Jerusalem's dear sake,  
and for thy Temple there;  
To thee shall Kings their homage make,  
and humbly presents bear.   

29  
Rebuke the wild beasts of the reed,  
the Bull's incursions bar:  
Whose calves on silver fragments feed,  
disperse the friends of war.   

30  
Sultan's shall from Canôpus come,  
Cush, from Cassumo's Sun,  
To God, on glad Ambassage home,  
with hands outstretched shall run.   

31  
To God, on earth ye Kingdoms nigh,  
to God like praises bring;  
In Psalms sing to the Lord Most-Hie,  
your highest praises sing. Selah.   

32  
To him that on the Heavens doth ride,  
the heavens that were of old;  
Lo, what he is, his voice hath tried,  
a voice of strength hath told.   

33  
To God give strength, that doth excel,  
from whom all strengths arise:  
Whose glory over Israel,  
whose strength is in the skies.   

34  
How dreadful is, O God, thy sight,  
thy Sanctuaries tell:  
Bless God, that gives his people might,  
the God of Israel.    

PSAL. 69. Salvum me fac. Ad Praestantem super Sosannim, Davidis.  

SAve me, O God, the waters rise,  
so fast the floods come on,  
That even unto my souls surprise,  
the swallowing gulf is gone.   

2  
Down in the mud I sink so low,  
to stand I find no ground;  
So high the waves above me slow,  
so deep the surge to sound.   

3  
My weary spirit is spent with cries,  
my throat with scorching strait:  
My sight attentive, fails mine eyes,  
while for my God I wait.   

4  
My head hath haters more than hairs,  
whom wrong upon me throws;  
And power, that in my right impairs,  
in mine oppressors grows.   

5  
I paid them that I never took,  
what follies are in me:  
What faults, when thou art pleased to look,  
are known, O God, to thee.   

6  
Let not (Lord God of Hosts) my blame,  
abash thy servants care:  
O God of Israel, in my shame,  
let none that seek thee, share.   

7  
For thy sake have I borne reproach,  
in me this blot thou hast:  
No covering else could shame encroach,  
upon my face to cast.   

8  
My brethren, no such brother know,  
no fremme, befriended less:  
My mother's children, none such owe,  
none more unwelcome guest.   

9  
Out-eaten with thy House's zeal,  
mine earning heart is rend;  
And their reproaches on me steal,  
that at thy face were bend.   

10  
Mine eyes to weep, my soul to fast,  
was my reproach and shame;   

11  
And sackcloth on my shoulders cast,  
their jesting-stocke became.   

12  
Within the gate, did they that sit,  
against me set their tongue:  
Their tipling-talke, my troubles fit,  
I was the Drunkard's song.   

13  
But, Lord, a gracious time assign,  
to answer me with ruth:  
Thy mercy's beams, O God, let shine,  
and thy salvations truth.   

14  
Deliver me out of the mire,  
my feet from sinking keep:  
Redeem me from my haters ire,  
and from these waters deep.   

15  
Let not the gulfie-mountaines tomb,  
her crest above me put:  
Let not the pits insatiate womb,  
her mouth upon me shut.   

16  
Lord, answer me, for thou art kind,  
and gracious evermore:  
O turn thy face, that I may find  
thy tender mercy store.   

17  
And from thy servant cease to hide  
thy face in time of need:  
In my distresses springing tide,  
to answer me make speed.   

18  
Draw near, my soul, and clear the debt,  
for my redemption due:  
Deliver me, whom sore beset,  
mine enemies pursue.   

19  
Reproach and shame (thou knowst) have brought  
mine honour in disgrace:  
All this have my distressors wrought,  
and all before thy face.   

20  
Rebuke hath broken through my heart,  
some balm for sorrows wound  
I sought; but none to salve my smart,  
no comforter I found.   

21  
For food to eat they gave me gall,  
my hungry taste to dine:  
For drink, when, thirsty, I did call,  
they gave me eager wine.   

22  
Let be their table made their snare,  
to trap themselves withal;  
And well what might have made them fare,  
be warp to make them fall.   

23  
Dark eyes, let darker judgement blear,  
nor sight, nor foresight take;  
And make their loins for guilty fear,  
continually to shake.   

24  
Thine indignation on them power,  
with dread to strike them cold;  
Or let thy hot displeasures shower,  
upon their heads take hold.   

25  
Waste let their ruined Castle lie,  
no hand their soil manure:  
Nor Lord, nor Tenant hold thereby,  
no head their Tents endure.   

26  
For whom thou smitest, they persecute;  
thou chastenest, they confound:  
And how to mischief they dispute,  
where thou hast made a wound.   

27  
From wickedness to wickedness,  
let their offences fall;  
And to thy Justice have access,  
of them let none at all.   

28  
Out of the Book let them be crossed,  
where thine Elected live;  
And with the Just no name engrossed,  
of them no notion give.   

29  
As poor and pensive as I stand,  
thy saving healths supply,  
Let find, O God, a powerful hand,  
to raise me up on high.   

30  
To bless thy Name, O God, will I  
a Psalm of praises bring;  
And with confession magnify  
his mercy, whom I sing.   

31  
And this shall do the Lord more good,  
and better please in proof,  
Than tenderest Bullocks reeking blood,  
in pride of horn and hoof.   

32  
To see this sight, with joy of heart,  
it shall transport the meek:  
Your soul from life shall not depart,  
if after God ye seek.   

33  
For to the poor the Lord gives ear,  
his prisoners cares to keep:   

34  
Heavens, Earth, and Seas, his praises bear,  
and all that in them creep.   

35  
For his Mount Zion God will save,  
and Judah's Cities build:  
That there their dwellings men may have,  
with heirs of promise filled.   

36  
And of his servants shall the seed  
possess the heritage:  
And they that love his Name, succeed  
therein, from age to age.    

PSAL. 70. Deus in adjutorium. Ad Praestantem, Psal. Davidis, ad recordandum.  

NOw, now, in my extremes of need,  
O lose no time in waste;  
Deliver me, O God, with speed,  
to help me, Lord, make haste.   

2  
Shame and confusion on them lie,  
that seek my soul's annoy:  
Turned back, and blushing let them fly,  
that in my evil joy.   

3  
Let this reward their wages pay,  
to send them back with shame:  
Aha, in scorn to me that say,  
and make my grief their game.   

4  
Let them that seek thee, all always,  
in thee with joy abide:  
Let thy Salvations lovers say  
still, God be magnified.   

5  
To me, poor soul, so low down cast,  
O God, make speed away:  
My help, and my deliverer haste,  
O Lord, make no delay.    

PSAL. 71. In te Domine.  

FOr ever, me, that in thee trust,  
Lord, let not shame deprave:   

2  
My plaintiffe-soule, as thou art just,  
deliver, hear, and save.   

3  
Be thou, where I may enter, still  
my Rock of residence;  
To save me, is thy Precepts will,  
the Fort of my defence.   

4  
The raging hand, my God, becalm,  
assert my liberty,  
Safe, from the evil-doers palm,  
sow'r-leav'nd in cruelty.   

5  
For thou, Lord God, art of my rest  
the long-expected scope;  
Thou art my weaner from the breast,  
mine infant-ages hope.   

6  
My navel, since the womb forsook,  
thy hand did me uphold:  
Me, from my mother's bowels took,  
of thee, my praise still told.   

7  
As from a Monster, many eyes,  
from me astonished start:  
When strong distress yet on me lies,  
my stronger hope thou art.   

8  
My mouth, no other music fill,  
no story style my song;  
To descant of thy praise, my skill,  
thy glory, all day long.   

9  
O, cast me not in age away,  
when weakness strong assails:  
Now leave me not to my decay,  
when strength enfeebled fails.   

10  
For they that bore me causeless hate,  
(my foes) against me spoke;  
And they that for my soul lay wait,  
together counsel take.   

11  
Since God (say they) doth him forsake,  
now left he is alone:  
On, on, him persecute, him take,  
to rescue him is none.   

12  
But go not far, O God, from me,  
nor fit occasion waste;  
At present need as present be,  
my God, to help me haste.   

13  
Confusion let confound them all,  
that to my soul are foes:  
Reproach, dishonour on them fall,  
that seek my evil woes.   

14  
Yet shall my hope wait patiently  
upon thy help in store;  
And to thy praise, continually  
add praises more and more.   

15  
Thy Justice shall my mouth express,  
thy saving health all day:  
Whose numbers sum so numberless,  
my cyphers cannot say.   

16  
To sing thy power, this power of mine,  
how be it (Lord God) too weak;  
Yet of thy Justice, only thine,  
somewhat, suffice, I speak.   

17  
My heart, O God, hast thou prepared,  
and from my childhood taught:  
And hitherto have I declared,  
what wonders thou hast wrought.   

18  
And now, that I (O God) am old,  
mine Almond-tree grown grey:  
Mine age, from thee, let none behold,  
forsaken, sent away.   

19  
Till I have showed thine Arms extent  
unto this Age's view;  
And of thy power, a precedent,  
to all that shall ensue.   

20  
Thy Justice is in thee alone,  
O God, unto on high:  
To those great acts which thou hast done,  
who like (O God) comes nigh?   

21  
Thou showd'st me many evil days,  
much sorrow mad'st me see;  
From under ground yet didst thou raise,  
return, and quicken me.   

22  
To make me greater, far and wide  
thou gav'st me great increase;  
To better me on every side,  
thy goodness did not cease.   

23  
thou, and thy Truth, my God, to praise,  
not psaltery alone;  
But Song and Harp will I up-raise,  
O Israel's Holyone.   

24  
With joy, above all joys esteemed,  
my lips shall shout to thee;  
So shall my soul, by thee redeemed,  
in Psalms as joyful be.   

25  
My tongue, the Trumpet, shall proclaim  
thy Justice all the day:  
For they are blanked, and brought to shame,  
that seek my soul's decay.    

PSAL. 72. Deus, judicium. Solomoni.  

O God, give Judgement to the King,  
thy Judgements depths to sound;  
And to the King's son, Knowledge bring,  
where Justice may be found.   

2  
So, he that gives the life to Laws,  
an upright hand shall bear:  
With Justice judge the people's cause,  
the poor, with Judgement, hear.   

3  
The Mountains, that in height excel,  
shall bring the people peace;  
The lesser Hills, that lower dwell,  
by Justice shall increase.   

4  
Him, for their Judge the poor shall have,  
to crush the fraudulent:  
The sons of needy-soules to save,  
suppress the violent.   

5  
And they with fear shall thee adore,  
when days and nights are none;  
When Sun and Moon shall shine no more,  
when Ages all are gone.   

6  
He shall come down, like soaking showers,  
in fleece-shorne meadow mown;  
Embroid'ring earth with fruits and flowers,  
on Summer's mantle grown.   

7  
The Just shall flourish in his days,  
and multitude of peace;  
Until the Moons extinguished rays,  
shall change, to change, and cease.   

8  
The utmost shore, from sea to sea,  
shall be his Empires bound;  
And from Euphrates watrie-lea,  
as far as earth hath ground.   

9  
The Ethiopian Sunburnt Crust,  
shall (bowed before him) kneel:  
His enemies shall lick the dust,  
that scatt'reth from his heel.   

10  
With presents, and with precious things,  
from Tharshish, and the Isles;  
From Sheba, and from Seba, Kings,  
shall measure worlds of miles.   

11  
All Kings (before whom subjects kneel)  
kneel down, and serve him shall:  
All Nations, his dread Sceptre feel,  
and down before him fall.   

12  
For he that hears him, shall redeem  
the needy, when he cries:  
The poor un-heeded soul esteem,  
and him that helpless lies.   

13  
The simple he (with want, that strive)  
shall mercifully spare:  
Preserve the needy-soules alive,  
and for their safety care.   

14  
Their soul from rapine he shall free,  
whom fraud or force betray:  
And precious in his eyes shall be  
the blood that they shall pay.   

15  
And he shall live, and Sheba's gold,  
to him shall men commend;  
And prayers for him continual hold,  
to praise him all day spend.   

16  
A shock of corn the Hills shall make,  
the City shall abound;  
Whose fruit, like Lebanon shall shake,  
and spring, as grass on ground.   

17  
His Name (the SON) when Sun shall rest,  
shine fresh for ever shall:  
Yea, in his Name (and call him blessed)  
be blessed shall Nations all.   

11  
To God the Lord, the God in whom  
the sons of Israel live:  
From whom alone all wonders come,  
to him all blessings give.   

19  
Be ever blessed his glorious Name,  
and by the sons of men,  
Let with his glory, earth's whole frame  
be filled, Amen, Amen.   

20  
For Solomon his son to sing,  
this Psalm his father penned;  
So David's prayers here did the King,  
the son of Jishai, end.    
Finis Libri secundi.   

LIB. III.  

PSAL. 73. quam bonus Deus. Psalmus Asaphi.  

YEt God to Israel is good,  
affects the pure in heart!   

2  
And I; my feet, but faltering stood,  
my steps were like to start.   

3  
I envied follies proud commands,  
the wickeds peace I saw:   

4  
For in their death there are no bands,  
but Lording-strength their Law.   

5  
Tell them of troubles, where, or when,  
for care they keep no room;  
Nor are they plagued, like other men,  
near them no cross may come.   

6  
Of pride therefore a chain hung down,  
about their necks they bear:  
And violences guarded gown,  
the garment is they wear.   

7  
Their fat-swolne eyes bear out so bold,  
in plenty share such part:  
Their heaps no house enough to hold,  
their happiness no heart.   

8  
Corrupt, in their licentious vain,  
with their malicious tongue:  
Oppression proudly they maintain,  
and highly boast of wrong.   

9  
Their mouth against the heavens they vent,  
to brave, blaspheme, and fling,  
Throughout the earth, till they have spent  
their tongues envenomed sting.   

10  
His people therefore hither turn,  
and seeking like success,  
Of waters wrung from their full urn,  
suck up the bitterness.   

11  
Tush, how should God, that comes not nigh,  
(say they) such trifles know:  
Or how shall he, that is Most-Hie,  
esteem of things so low?   

12  
Lo, these the world's ungodly guests,  
and there, these prosper best:  
Lo, these are they, that wealth possess;  
Nay, are by wealth possessed.   

13  
Now surely I, on poor pretence,  
have cleansed my heart in vain;  
And washed my hands in innocence,  
with labour for my pain.   

14  
And dieted I am all day  
with plagues, for my repast;  
And in the mornings, is my pay,  
rebuke, to break my fast.   

15  
Thus, if I say, when I have said,  
How (faithless) I offend;  
And of thy sons, the race up-braied,  
and rashly read their end?   

16  
Then thought I how to clear this doubt,  
to sound this depth again;  
But found it hard to find it out,  
and in mine eyes a pain.   

17  
Till to God's holy House I went,  
and wisely did attend:  
Of these men, there, and their extent,  
I understood the end.   

18  
Them, surely, hast thou set aloft,  
on high, but slippery seats:  
Whence, when they fall, they fall not oft,  
but soon thy hand defeats.   

19  
How suddenly left desolate,  
to ruin are they brought;  
How soon consumed is their estate,  
with terrors overwrought?   

20  
As, on the wing of fancy flies,  
a dream from one awake;  
So, Lord, when up thou shalt arise,  
despised their image make.   

21  
My sowre-leav'nd heart did surely pant,  
my reins corrected me:   

22  
So brutish I, so ignorant,  
was, as the beasts, with thee.   

23  
With thee, yet still did I abide,  
to thee, my right hand, cleave:  
Me, with thy counsel shalt thou guide,  
to glory then receive.   

24  
In Heaven, what one have I, but thee,  
to whom my hopes suspire:   

25  
In earth, delights are none for me,  
but thou, my life's desire.   

26  
My flesh and heart, consumed at length,  
as now, assist me not:  
But of my heart, the Rock of strength,  
for ever, God my lot.   

27  
For lo, by thee be overthrown,  
and perish shall each one,  
That are to Idols of their own,  
from thee whoring gone.   

28  
As for my good, I hold it best,  
near God to draw my care:  
On God the Lord, my hopes to rest,  
and all thy works declare.    

PSAL. 74. Ut quid Deus? Admonitio Asaphi.  

FOrever! what doth thee provoke,  
from us cast off to keep?  
Still shall, O God, thy nostril's smoke,  
against thy pasture-sheep?   

2  
Thy Congregation call to mind,  
thy now forsaken fold,  
Whom thou, from bondage didst unbind,  
and purchased haste of old.   

3  
Thine Heritage's rod redeemed,  
among our fathers dealt:  
This Sion-Mount, so much esteemed,  
the seat, where thou hast dwelled.   

4  
Lift up thy feet: Thy foe defeat  
for ever, every one:  
That to thy Sanctuaries seat  
have all this evil done.   

5  
Amidst thy holy places met,  
thine adversaries roar:  
Their Ensigns up for signs they set  
of conquest got before.   

6  
He that high groves of Cedars grown,  
with axe up-lifted felled,  
By much less loud report was known,  
like ours, no spoiler held.   

7  
And now they rend, and raze as fast,  
the roofs, the beams, lie broke,  
The carved columns down are cast,  
with maul and hammers stroke.   

8  
Thy Sanctuaries, set on fire,  
laid level with the ground:  
The place profaned, where thy desire  
to plant thy Name was found.   

9  
Let us (in heart, said they) make spoil,  
together them destroy:  
Unburnt, let God, in all the soil,  
no Synagogue enjoy.   

10  
Our signs, we see not! Prophet none,  
our Seers all among:  
Before our evil day be done,  
none left, that knows how long.   

11  
How long, O God, of this our shame,  
shall our distressor dream?  
How long, for ever, shall thy Name  
the Enemy blaspheme?   

12  
Why, turn thy hand? why, thy right hand  
held in thy bosom void?  
Why, this (while thou, withdrawn dost stand)  
Destroyer undestroied?   

13  
For why? God is my King of old,  
by whom, Salvations wrought,  
Do we, amidst the earth behold,  
as from their fountain brought.   

14  
Through standing seas divided walls,  
thy power, thy people's leads;  
And with thy battering water-falls,  
thou break'st the Dragon's heads.   

15  
Leviathans great heads (more great)  
thy surges swept away:  
Thou gav'st him to be people's meat,  
the Desert-dwellers prey.   

16  
Thou mad'st out of the stony rock  
whole floods and fountains fly;  
And through their laps, to lead thy flocks,  
drewest mighty rivers dry.   

17  
Thine is the day, the night is thine,  
thou hast prepared the light:  
By day, the golden Sun to shine,  
the silver Moon by night.   

18  
(The seas, shut up within their shores)  
thou quarter'st out the coasts:  
The Summers, and the Winter's flowers,  
thou layest with fires and frosts.   

19  
Remember, Lord, how this reproach,  
the Enemy did frame:  
How foolish people did encroach,  
that durst blaspheme thy Name.   

20  
Thy Turtles soul commit thou not  
to be the wild beasts prey;  
Nor thine afflicted flock, forgot,  
for ever cast away.   

21  
Unto thy Covenant have respect,  
for all the earth is dark;  
And here, her roofs hath rapine decked,  
oppression set her mark.   

22  
O, let not thine oppressed depart,  
repulsed with brand of shame:  
But let the poor afflicted heart,  
and needy, praise thy Name.   

23  
Arise, O God, thy plea proceed,  
to plead without delay,  
Remember how the foole-mad breed,  
reproach thee all the day.   

24  
Forget not, of thine enemies▪  
the voice that thee offends:  
Their tumult, that against thee ●ise,  
continually ascends.    

PLAL. 75. Confitebimur tibi. Ad Praestantem. Ne corrumpas. Psalmus Asaphi, Canticum.  

TO thee, O God, our thanks confess,  
thy praise we celebrate;  
And near to us thy Names access,  
thy wondrous works relate.   

2  
When time shall bring about the day,  
that I the Rule receive:  
With Justice will I guide the way,  
and righteous Judgement give.   

3  
The earth, and earth's indwellers all,  
dissolved, and down are cast:  
Her shaken fabric, from to fall,  
her pillars I set fast. Selah.   

4  
To mad-proud fools I said, Beware,  
let folly be forborn;  
And to the wicked, Have a care,  
ye lift not up the Horn.   

5  
Fools, heave not up your Horn on high,  
lest Heaven your Antliers check:  
Your words on lowly wing let fly,  
not with a stiffe-borne neck.   

6  
For, neither from the East nor West,  
nor Hills, high-callings come:  
But God the Judge," Some humbleth best,  
" Exalteth other some.   

7  
For, in his hand the Lord doth bear  
a cup, whose wine is red;  
And full of mixture is the Mere  
by him distributed.  
Of indignation in this cup,  
on earth, the wicked all,  
Wring-out the dregs, and drink them up,  
deprived of mercy shall.   

8  
But I, for ever will declare,  
and Hymns of gladness bring:  
Which I, for praises shall prepare,  
to jacob's God to sing.   

9  
And of the wicked, every horn,  
I from their heads will rend:  
When high shall every beam be borne,  
that forth the Just shall send.    

PSAL. 76. Notus in judea. Ad Praestantem, in Neghinoth. Psalmus Asaphi, Canticum.  

IN Judah God is known, his Name  
is great in Israel:   

2  
His Tent in Salem: He the same,  
that doth in Zion dwell.   

3  
The burning arrows, there he broke,  
shot from the bowman's hand:  
The sword and shield, made field forsake,  
and warlike bands dis-band. Selah.   

4  
Much brighter shines thy Glories Crown,  
than brightness shines by day:  
Thine Excellence of more renown,  
than are the Mounts of prey.   

5  
There, mighty-hearted men lay foiled,  
and falling, slept their sleep:  
The men of power, of power, found spoiled,  
which none found hands to keep.   

6  
O God of Jacob, thy reproof,  
sent many a daring head:  
Chariot and Horse, with thundering hoof,  
to sleep among the dead.   

7  
Thou, thou art to be feared alone,  
for thy resistless might:  
And in thy wrath, from then, what one  
shall stand before thy sight?   

8  
From Heaven, to have thy Judgement heard,  
it was thy dreadful will;  
And at thy thundering voice afeard,  
earth trembled, and was still.   

9  
When God in Judgement rose, to save  
the meek on earth, unslain: Selah.  
Praise of man's rage, th●● sure shalt have,  
the rest thou shalt, ●●straine.   

10  
Vow to the Lord your God, and pay,  
all round about him near;  
Your present in the presence lay,  
of jacob's Fathers Fear.  
The spirit of Princes rank-growne pride,  
his gathering spirit shall prune:  
That is, on earth an awful guide,  
to keep their Kings in tune.    

PSAL. 77. Voce mea ad Dominum. Ad Praestantem, super jeduthun, Asaphi Psalmus.  

I With my voice to God did cry,  
so loud, that he might hear:  
My voice to God I raised on high,  
and he to me gave ear.   

2  
While day to my distress gave light▪  
unto the Lord I mourned:  
My restless sore ran out by night,  
my soul from comfort turned.   

3  
I thought on God: My troubled thought  
betook me no relief:  
My spirit complained, but overwrought  
was my complaint with grief. Selah.   

4  
Thou heldst my heavy eyes awake,  
while I, with watching, weak,  
Would rest; but rest I could not take,  
astonished, could not speak.   

5  
I thought upon the days of old,  
their complete sum to cast;  
And of our father's ages told,  
what years in number past.   

6  
I called to mind my song by night,  
I communed with my heart;  
And throughly out to search my spirit,  
bore every part a part.   

7  
For ever, will the Lord, displeased,  
cast off, and not restore:  
And will his anger, unappeased,  
add no acceptance more?   

8  
For ever, is his Mercy done,  
his Word, to ceasing put;   

9  
His Grace, hath God forgot so soon,  
in wrath his Bowels shut? Selah.   

10  
Or, is my sickness this, (said I)  
that I so late began:  
Of his right hand, that is Most-Hie,  
the changing turns to skan?   

11  
To my remembrance will I call,  
what works the Lord hath wrought,  
What wonders did of late befall,  
will ponder in my thought.   

12  
Of all thy works will I advise,  
and as I meditate,  
Make my discourses exercise,  
thy doings to relate.   

13  
Most Holy is (O God) thy way,  
thy Sanctuaries seat;  
Thy Second, whom can any say,  
as God, as God so great?   

14  
Thou art the God; that Strength, thou art,  
that strange designs hast shown;  
And of thy power, hast made thy part,  
among the people known.   

15  
Thy people's generations,  
thine arm redeemed of old:  
Thy jacob's, and thy joseph's sons,  
whom joseph's brethren sold.   

16  
Thy face, O God, the waters saw,  
the waters saw thy face;  
The trembling waters stood in awe,  
the groaning deeps gave place.   

17  
The clouds on earth, their tempests poured,  
the skies gave out a sound:  
Thine arrows from the quiver showered,  
made seas on seas rebound.   

18  
Thy thunder-shot roared round about,  
the world with lightnings shone;  
The earth was stirred, and shook, in doubt,  
her daylight lamp was gone.  
Yea, even this dreadful glimmering light,  
glad comfort gave their eye;  
That in this darknesse-double-night,  
yet let them see to die.   

19  
Thy way, is in the sea aside,  
on heaps divided thrown:  
Thy paths through many waters guide,  
thy footsteps are not known.   

20  
Thou lead'st thy people through the Land,  
as Shepherd leads his sheep:  
By Moses, and by Aaron's hand,  
thy flock ordained to keep.    

PSAL. 78. Attendite, Popule. Admonitio Asaphi.  

MY Law, that I shall give in charge,  
O ye my people, hear:  
To what my lips shall speak at large,  
incline your heedful ear.   

2  
A Parable my mouth shall show,  
dark mysteries of old,   

3  
What we have heard, and known, renew,  
as have our fathers told.   

4  
Which of the Ages sons unborn,  
we will conceal from none,  
What Crowns of praise the Lord hath worn,  
what powerful wonders done?   

5  
A Covenant he with Jacob struck,  
gave Israel a Law:  
Wherein, straight charge our fathers took,  
to hold their sons in awe.   

6  
That their Posterity might know,  
and learn by them alive:  
From seed to seed rise up and sow,  
from son to son derive.   

7  
On God, their hopes that they might set,  
God's acts charactered deep  
Within their breast, might not forget,  
and his Commandments keep.   

8  
Not, as their fathers disobeyed,  
a race that did rebel:  
A race, from God, whose heart un-staied,  
whose spirit unfaithful, fell.   

9  
Such as the sons of Ephraim were,  
that armed, and bearing bow,  
Flung down their arms, and fled for fear  
before the signall-blow.   

10  
Of God, the Covenant kept they not,  
his Precepts paths eschewed:   

11  
What deeds he did for them, forgot  
what wondrous works he showed.   

12  
What wonders in their father's sight,  
sad proof can Egypt yield,  
Whereto, though Misraim all, had right,  
most right had Zoan field.   

13  
The sea for them did he divide,  
and made them passage all:  
He heaped the water's side by side,  
to stand, as wall by wall.   

14  
A cloud all day, their course to keep,  
all night, a light of fire:   

15  
From Desert-rockes, as from the Deep,  
gave drink at their desire.   

16  
Swift streams out of the Rock he brought,  
that forth like rivers fly:   

17  
Their sin, on sin, in Desert wrought,  
provoked, yet, God Most-Hie.   

18  
And, tempting God, with grudging hearts,  
their soul requiring meat:   

19  
Shall God (said they) in Desert parts,  
on tables set to eat?   

20  
Behold, he smote the stony Rock,  
whence flowed those streams afresh:  
But can he for his peopled flock  
find bread, or furnish flesh?   

21  
This heard the Lord; but heard with wrath,  
the fire that Jacob blew:  
For this ingrateful breach of troth,  
on faithless Israel slew.   

22  
For they to God no faith had given,  
nor his salvation trust:   

23  
Though clouds enjoined, & doors of Heaven,  
lay open to their lust.   

24  
He, Manna down on them did rain,  
their hunger to suffice;  
And gave them of that Heavenly grain,  
from Garners of the skies.   

25  
That man, the Mighties Bread might eat,  
it was his Maker's will:  
Who sent them this Celestial meat,  
of Angel's food, their fill.   

26  
He, from Heavens Nabathean mouth,  
his East wind made to blow:  
His power brought from Sabean South,  
a softer gale to glow.   

27  
He reigned down flesh, the Desert dust,  
to number, is not more;  
And feathred-fowle, to fill their lust,  
as sand, on sea-driv'n shore.   

28  
He made it fall, his Camp throughout,  
so big the cloud did swell;  
His habitations round about,  
the feathred-tempest fell.   

29  
So they did eat, and had their fill,  
their lust, so highly prized,  
Had what they would, yet, not their will;  
were cloyed, but not sufficed.   

30  
While yet the meat was in their mouth,  
God's wrath upon them came;  
And slew the fat of all their youth,  
the hopes of Israel's name.   

31  
This done, yet sinned they more and more,  
the more their God to grieve:  
His wonders slighting, as before,  
nor would they yet believe.   

32  
He therefore did consume their days  
in vanity, their years,  
Not close, with Ages kind decays,  
but cross, with hasty fears.   

33  
On them, when slaughters hand he brought,  
than home to him retired:  
Then sought him, early than him sought,  
then after God enquired.   

34  
That God was then their Rock of strength,  
they could remember well;  
And that the Highest God, at length,  
was their Redeemer, tell.   

35  
Yet did their mouth but feign the while,  
this was but flatteries gloze,  
Their tongue framed this alluring style,  
these lies with him to close.   

36  
Their heart with him was wrong within,  
his Covenants faith forgot:  
His mercy covered yet their sin,  
and them corrupted not.   

37  
How often his compassions wing,  
could wind his wrath aside;  
And on their heads forbear to bring  
his whole displeasures tide.   

38  
Remembering that they were but flesh,  
a vapour, whift away:  
Whose flower may never spring, refresh,  
but once, and soon decay.   

39  
How often did they him provoke,  
the Wilderness can speak:  
How often his displeasures stroke,  
the Deserts saw him break.   

40  
Yet turning back, to sin they fell,  
and tempting God again:  
The Holyone of Israel,  
their limits would contain.   

41  
Nor minded they his Mighty hand,  
nor their Redemption-day:  
When he them freed from Pharaoh's Land,  
from bondage sent away.   

42  
What strange designs in Egypt done,  
what wonders Zoan-plaines:  
All Ages wonder, equal none,  
and Memphis yet complains.   

43  
He turned their rivers into blood,  
that thirst itself did shrink,  
In plenty, poor; of Nilus' flood  
when Egypt could not drink.   

44  
Devouring flies, promiscuous swarms,  
to eat them up, he sent;  
And fenny frogs importune charms,  
corrupting, where they went.   

45  
He let the Caterpillar eat  
the fruit of all their soil;  
And gave their labours hopeful sweat,  
to be the Locusts spoil.   

46  
Their Vines, with hailstones he destroyed,  
their Sycamores with frost:   

47  
With hail, their herds, their flocks annoyed,  
in flames of lightning lost.   

48  
His indignations fiery stripes,  
his fury on them spent;  
And guilty-soules tormenting gripes,  
by evil Angels sent.   

49  
He spared not their soul from death,  
to weigh his anger's way,  
Made man and beast give up their breath,  
the Pestilences prey.   

50  
The first of all in Egypt borne,  
unequal death prevents;  
The Principal of strength, the Horn,  
where Cham had pitched his Tents.   

51  
But forth, like sheep, from tempest fled,  
he made his people pass;  
And, like a flock in Deserts led,  
as in deep pasture grass.   

52  
He led them safe, and free from fear,  
their walks were through the waves;  
But drowned their foes, that here and there  
had made the sea their graves.   

53  
And them, he to his Rock of rest,  
his holy Border, brought,  
This Mountain loved above the best,  
and with his right hand bought.   

54  
Before them, out the heathens he cast,  
and shared their lot by line;  
Where Anak reigned in Ages past,  
the shields of Jacob shine.   

55  
Ingrateful they, their God Most-Hie,  
yet tempt, afresh provoke:  
His Testimonies naught set by,  
with them can bear no stroke.   

56  
They turn their backs, disloyal grow,  
and fly their father's flight:  
" So starts aside the warping bow,  
the Archer aiming right.   

57  
And now, to grate his angry gall,  
Hill-Altars, Idoll-Groves,  
Grav'n-Imagery, whereto they fall,  
his jealous fury moves.   

58  
This, hearing God, his wrath grew hot,  
so foul revolt to hear;  
So Israel his hatred got,  
his people held so dear.   

59  
His Tabernacle he forsook,  
that Shilo loved so well;  
His Tabernacle, where he took  
delight with men, to dwell.   

60  
His Ark, his Monument of Power,  
he left in captive bands;  
And gave his Glories beauteous flower  
into Distressors' hands.   

61  
He chained his people to the chance  
of Tyrant's raging blade;  
And wroth with his Inheritance,  
their heads the hostage made.   

62  
Their young men were untimely driven,  
of fire to be the food:  
Their virgins not in marriage given,  
nor by their praisers wooed.   

63  
Their Priests anointed, slain with glaves,  
and laid on bloody Beers:  
No widows, on their wedlock's graves,  
to melt some mourning tears.   

64  
So waked the Lord, as after sleep,  
the roused spirits refine:  
Or, as a Giant, soused deep  
in lavish cups of wine.   

65  
With Hemorroids, on their parts behind,  
his enemies he smote;  
And branded them, and all their kind,  
with shames eternal note.   

66  
For joseph's Tent he did refuse,  
or Ephraim's Tribe to move:   

67  
But Judah's Royal Tribe did choose,  
and Sion-Mount his love.   

68  
There, built his Temples Horns on high,  
his Holyplace so sure,  
That founded to Eternity,  
might firm, as earth, endure.   

69  
His servant David (hook and sling)  
he drew from folds of sheep;  
And of a Shepherd, made a King,  
a flock of souls to keep.   

70  
From following Ewes, with young ones great,  
of jacob's chosen seed:  
Possessed him of a Regall-seat,  
his Israel to feed.  
And them within this Holy Land,  
with perfect heart he fed:  
Them, with a prudent Pastor's hand,  
(his flock) discreetly led.    

PSAL. 79. Deus, venerunt. Psalmus Asaphi.  

THine Heritage, O God, expiled,  
invading heathens laid waste:  
Thine Holy place have they defiled,  
on heaps have Salem cast.   

2  
The caskasse of thy servants, meat  
given to the fowl of Heaven;  
And of thy Saints, the flesh to eat,  
to earth's wild beast is given.   

3  
Their blood, about thy Salem, round,  
like waters have they shed,  
Profanely left above the ground,  
their bones un-buried.   

4  
Our neighbours near, on every side,  
reproach us face to face;  
And round about us scorn, deride,  
and load us with disgrace.   

5  
How long? for ever, Lord, how long,  
before thine anger turn?  
O, shall thy jealousy so strong,  
like fire for ever burn?   

6  
Upon the Heath'n power out thy wrath,  
and make their Kingdom's flame,  
Whose heart of thee no knowledge hath,  
that call not on thy Name.   

7  
For, they have eat up jacob's race,  
his seed, by sword devoured;  
And on his wasted dwelling place,  
their fire and fury poured.   

8  
Call not our former sins to mind,  
with speed some mercy show;  
Prevent us with thy bowels kind,  
whose loss hath brought us low.   

9  
Help us, God of our health, and make  
thy Name the glory share:  
Deliver us, for thy Names sake,  
our sins in mercy spare.   

10  
For why live we, to see this day,  
to bear this byword home;  
To hear the Heath'n-blasphemer say,  
Where is their God become?  
To heathens let this be understood,  
before our eyes be read;  
How dear thy vengeance sells the blood  
of us thy servants shed.   

11  
Let prisoners sighs, yet re●king warm,  
before thee bring their breath:  
According to thy powerful arm,  
reserve the sons of death.   

12  
And their reproach, which to our pain,  
our neighbours on thee lay;  
Into their bosom, Lord, again,  
with sevenfold pain repay.   

13  
So we, thy people's pasture sheep,  
shall ever of thy praise,  
With thankful Hymns, Memorials keep,  
to Age, and Age of days.    

PSAL. 80. Quiregis Israel. Ad Praestantem, super Sosannim G●eduth. Asaphi Psalmus.  

Shepherd of Israel, give ear,  
That Joseph, like a sheep, dost lead,  
That sittest upon the winged-chaire,  
The Cherubims, clear up thy head.   

2  
Before Ephraim, and Benjamin,  
Before Manasseh, to us come;  
Stir up thy mighty strength herein,  
And for salvation bring us home.   

3  
To show, that saving health is thine,  
Turn us, O turn to us again:  
'Cause thou thy face on us to shine,  
Salvation so shall we attain.   

4  
Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou,  
In these extremes of our affairs,  
Hot-smoaking bend thine angry brow,  
Against thy people's humble prayers?   

5  
Thou mak'st them eat the bread of tears,  
Of tears, to drink in measure great,   

6  
Our neighbour's strife to fill our ears,  
With scorn, our foes us soul entreat.   

7  
To show, that saving health is thine,  
O God of Hosts, turn us again,  
'Cause thou thy face on us to shine,  
Salvation so shall we attain.   

8  
A Vine from Egypt hast thou brought,  
The Heath'ns' displanted by thy hand,   

9  
Before thy plant the way hast wrought▪  
Which, taking root, hath filled the Land.   

10  
The Hills were covered with the shade,  
That from her fan of leaves did fall;  
For cold, for heat, kind shelter made,  
Her stature, like God's Cedars, tall.   

11  
Her branches bound the sea, a Crown,  
Her boughs be-decked Euphrâtes shore▪   

12  
Her hedge, why hast thou broken down,  
That passers-by, her clusters tore?   

13  
To root it up, the woods wild Boar,  
To rend it down, the fields wild Beasts,  
All glutted with her purple gore,  
Were this fair Vines unfitting guests.   

14  
Return, O God of Hosts, and now,  
With eyes, than light, that brighter shine,  
Look down from Heaven upon this bough,  
Behold, and visit thou this Vine.   

15  
This Vine, the strength of thy right hand,  
Stock, burnt with fire, the boughs cut down;   

16  
Son, for thyself made strong to stand,  
They perish at thy faces frown.   

15  
Upon the Man of thy right hand,  
O let thy hand continue long;  
Upon the Son of man let stand,  
Whom for thyself thou mad'st so strong.   

18  
So no revolt of ours shall give,  
Our backs to thee, to brand with shame,  
O, quicken us, and we shall live;  
And living, call upon thy Name.   

19  
To show, that saving health is thine,  
Lord God of Hosts, turn us again;  
And cause on us thy face to shine,  
Salvation so shall we attain.    

PSAL. 81. Exultate Deo. Ad Praestantem, super Gittith, Asaphi.  

TO God, our strength, with joyful voice,  
in triumph let us sing:  
To jacob's God, with echoing noise,  
make we the air to ring.   

2  
Take up the Psalms sweet melody,  
the sounding Timbrel bring:  
The pleasant Harp, the psaltery,  
strain voice, and wind, and string.   

3  
Blow up the Trumpet, when the Moon,  
her silver horns renews:  
At solemn feast, as to have done,  
on our high day we use.   

4  
For this a statute was ordained,  
to Israel foretell:  
A Rite to jacob's God retained,  
for jacob's sons to hold.   

5  
In Joseph was this witness cleared,  
when he from Pharaoh's land  
Went forth, a language there I heard,  
I did not understand.   

6  
" I eased him of the burden there,  
that on his shoulders lay;  
His palms by me delivered were,  
from carrying hods of clay.   

7  
Thou called'st me in distress, thy yoke  
of bondage I removed;  
To thee in cloud of thunder spoke,  
at Meribah thee proved. Selah.   

8  
Hear, O my people, my Record,  
and I will witness bear;  
O Israel, to this my word,  
give thou but heedful ear.   

9  
Strange God in thee there shall none be,  
nor worship shalt thou spend,  
To any other God but me,  
thine humbled knee to bend.   

10  
ay, that from Egypt up thee brought,  
the Lord thy God am still;  
Whom land nor sea can fill, thy throat  
wide open, I shall fill.   

11  
But this my people would not hear,  
my voice could not atone;  
Of me, for favour nor for fear,  
my Israel would none.   

12  
On this revolt, and breach of trust,  
did I from him depart;  
And sent them, to pursue their lust,  
the counsels of their heart.   

13  
O, had their ear my people bend,  
in their declining days,  
Had Israel his wanderings spent  
in walking in my ways.   

14  
Their foes I should have soon put down,  
that now against them stand;  
On their distressors' heads have thrown  
my wraths directed hand.   

15  
The haters of the Lord, with lies,  
confounded had been found;  
But of their favour, in his eyes,  
had boundless been the bound.   

16  
With fat of wheat would I have fed  
his hunger, highly prized;  
And from the Rock, with honey shed,  
would I have thee sufficed.    

PSAL. 82. Deus stetit in Synagoga. Psalmus Asaphi.  

WIth Princes (people's heads) the head  
of Princes, God doth stand,  
Great Judge amidst the gods to plead,  
with Judges of the land.   

2  
How long will ye Judge evil good,  
in wrongs no measure kept:  
Of wicked heads, prefer the hood,  
the faces, well accept?   

3  
The weak, and fatherless befriend,  
that Justice judge them right;  
The needy and distressed defend,  
from over-bearing might.   

4  
The weakling, and the poor discharge,  
that they may live unharmed,  
Them, from the powerful hand enlarge,  
which wickedness hath armed.   

5  
They know not, neither understand,  
their walks in darkness end:  
Move all foundations of the Land,  
it moves them not to mend.   

6  
That ye are Gods, so said have I,  
sons of the Highest, all:   

7  
Yet sure, ye Gods, like men shall die,  
and, one with Princes, fall.   

8  
Great Judge on earth, of Kingdom's King,  
thyself, O God, advance:  
For, all the Nations shalt thou bring  
to thine Inheritance.    

PSAL. 83. Deus, quis? Canticum Psalmi Asaph.  

CEase nor, as deaf, O God, so long,  
so long hold not thy peace:  
In silence still keep not thy tongue,  
O God, thy ceasing cease.   

2  
For lo, thy foes a tumult make,  
rheir troops against us lead;  
And they that hate thee, for our sake,  
have lifted up their head.   

3  
Against thy people they discourse,  
in consultations:  
Contriving fraud with open force,  
against thy secret ones.   

4  
Come, Let us cut them off (they said)  
that Nation never more,  
Nor name of Israel decaled,  
remembering Age restore.   

5  
For they have cast with one consent,  
and struck a league in heart,  
Their powerful arms against thee bend,  
against us to convert.   

6  
The Tents of Edom, Ismaelites,  
with Moabs' misborne breed:  
The Hagarens, the Gebalites,  
and peopled Ammon's seed.   

7  
With them doth Amalek conspire,  
with them Pelesheth runs:  
Ashur, with them that dwell at Tyre,  
arm Lot's rebellious sons. Selah.   

8  
Such end do thou upon them bring,  
as Madian Princes took:  
Like Sisara, like Jabin King,  
that fell at Kishon brook.   

9  
Which perished on Endor plain,  
where (monuments of shame)  
In dust and blood, their bodies slain,  
as dung on earth became.   

10  
Let Oreb, and let Zeeb foretell  
theirs, and their Princes fall:  
As Zebach, and Zalmunnah fell,  
so fall their Princes all.   

11  
Which said," Our Houses to advance,  
God's Houses let us take;  
And heirs of his Inheritance,  
our heirs succeeding, make.   

12  
Make like a wheel, my God, the race  
of their outrageous lives;  
Or, as the winds distempered face,  
the withered stubble drives.   

13  
As fire, that burneth up the wood,  
and bears the thickest hold;  
Or, as the flame devours for food  
the Mountain's sulphur-mold.   

14  
So with thy tempest's wrath dismayed,  
pursue them to the death;  
And make them with thy storm afraid,  
to draw their guilty breath.   

15  
Their brazen faces, brands of shame,  
their souls, of sorrow, bear,  
That they, O Lord, may seek thy Name,  
if not for love, for fear.   

16  
Confusion sudden evermore,  
and trouble them torment;  
And give their sinful lives before,  
a shameful death's event.   

17  
That they may know, that thou alone,  
whose name is ETERNAL,  
On earth thy footstool, Heaven thy Throne,  
Most-Hie art over all.    

PSAL. 84. quam dilecta? Ad Praestantem, super Gittith. Filiorum Choreh Psalmus.  

HOw amiable (Lord of Hosts)  
thy dwelling places are?  
How far above all other coasts,  
thy Tents exceed compare?   

2  
Lord, of thy Courts, to joy the sight,  
my longing soul suspires,  
My flesh, my heart, above delight,  
the living God desires.   

3  
The Sparrow finds a room to rest,  
from reach of common wrong:  
The Swallow builds a curious nest,  
where she may couch her young.   

4  
They, Lord of Hosts, within thy roof,  
even to thine Altars home,  
My King, my God, without reproof,  
(O me excluded) come.   

5  
With them, what blessings dwellers are,  
that in thy dwellings dwell:  
A house for thee, their hearts prepare,  
thy praises shall they tell. Selah.   

6  
They through the vale of Baca go,  
where tears find comforts spring;  
And showers, to quench the sighs of woe,  
in cisterns, blessings bring.   

7  
So marching on, from strength to strength,  
them shall their vigour bear;  
Till to the God of Gods, at length,  
in Zion they appear.   

8  
Lord God of Hosts, from Heaven thy seat,  
my supplication hear:  
To what my prayers of thee entreat,  
O jacob's God, give ●are.   

9  
See who it is that sues for grace,  
see whom thou hast forsook:  
O God, our shield, upon the face  
of thine anointed look.   

10  
For, in thy Courts the sweet content,  
that one day spent, commends;  
Is better than a thousand spent,  
that elsewhere any spends.  
More in thine House love I their room,  
that at thy threshold sit;  
Than in their Tents, my God, to come,  
that wickedness commit.   

11  
For God the Lord our Sun and Shield,  
will grace and glory give;  
And no good thing withhold to yield,  
to them that perfect live.   

12  
O Lord of Hosts, thy Arm of Power,  
that Armies powers doth bend;  
Shall on the man thy blessings pour,  
whose hopes on thee depend.    

PSAL. 85. Benedixisli Domine. Ad Praestantem, filiis Choreb, Psalmus.  

NOw art thou gracious Lord become,  
unto thy chosen Land:  
Thou hast returned thy Jacob home,  
redeemed from captive hand.   

2  
Thy people's faults hast thou forgiven,  
and covered all their sin:  
Thy furious wrath away hast driven,  
and called thine anger in.   

3  
O God of our salvation, see,  
our former cares increase:  
Turn thou to us, turn us to thee,  
thine indignation cease.   

4  
For ever wilt thou be displeased  
with us, and never end?  
Wilt thou, thine anger unappeased,  
to Age and Age extend?   

5  
Wilt thou not once return again,  
and us to life restore;  
That we, thy people's poor remain,  
may joy in thee therefore?   

6  
Severely, Lord, as thou hast dealt,  
to us thy mercy show:  
Thy heavy hand, as we have felt,  
thy saving health bestow.   

7  
To hear what God the Lord will speak,  
with heed will I attend:  
Whose promise he will never break,  
but with performance end.  
For he will cause our pressures cease,  
and comfort such as mourn;  
And to his gracious Saints speak peace,  
lest they to folly turn.   

8  
His saving health, sure near at hand,  
shall they that fear him win:  
That glory may in-dwell our land,  
in glorious made by sin.   

9  
With Mercy, Truth in one did meet,  
and hands together strike;  
Where Justice, Peace with kiss did greet,  
and peace returned the like.   

10  
Truth, Heaven her place of birth forsook,  
out of the earth shall spring;  
And Justice down from Heaven shall look,  
a heaven on earth to bring.   

11  
The Lord his goodness shall express,  
so shall our Land not cease;  
The Lord with blessings us to bless,  
our Land with fruits increase.   

12  
Before his face shall Justice go,  
and in the way respect,  
To put her ordered footsteps so,  
as he shall them direct.    

PSAL. 86. Inclina Domine. Oratio Davidis.  

INcline thine ear, O Lord, to me,  
and hear my humble prayer:  
For poor and needy, I to thee,  
for answer make repair.   

2  
thou, let my soul her keeper have,  
for merciful am I:  
Thou, O my God, thy servant save,  
whose hopes on thee rely.   

3  
Upon thee all day calls my voice,  
Lord, for thy Grace's gift:   

4  
O, make thy servants soul rejoice,  
which, Lord, to thee I list.   

5  
For thou, O Lord, art good to all,  
and ready to forgive;  
And much in mercy, all that call  
upon thee, to relieve.   

6  
Give ear, Lord, what my prayer requires,  
in these extremes of mine;  
And of my humble-eyed desires,  
unto the voice incline.   

7  
ay, in the day of my distress,  
will call aloud to thee;  
Nor doubt access, nor good success,  
for thou wilt answer me.   

8  
Among the Gods, O Lord, is none  
with thee that can compare:  
Nor like the works that thou hast done,  
works done by any are.   

9  
All people, Lord, whom thou hast framed,  
shall come and worship thee,  
And glorious shall thy Name be named,  
by Nations all that be.  
For, great thou art, as we have found,  
by those great marvels done:  
That neither equal haste, nor bound,  
thou God, thyself alone.   

10  
My walks, Lord, in thy way so fit,  
and in thy truth so frame;  
My heart to thee so firmly knit,  
that I may fear thy Name.   

11  
To sing, O Lord my God, thy praise,  
my heart shall wholly tend;  
And to thy Name such glory raise,  
as never shall have end.   

12  
For towards me thy mercy great,  
no measure may esteem;  
And from in Hell the lowest seat,  
my soul didst thou redeem.   

13  
The proud, O God, against me rise,  
and force with falsehood met,  
Have sought to make my soul their prize,  
nor thee before them set.   

14  
Thy pity, streams, Lord God, so strong,  
as no compassion such:  
Thy grace abundant, sufferance long,  
thy Truth and Mercy much.   

15  
O turn thy face to me at length,  
as grace hath well begun;  
To me thy servant give thy strength,  
and save thy handmaids son.  
Some sign, for good, upon me show,  
which let my haters see;  
And blush, when thou, O Lord, they know,  
didst help and comfort me.    

PSAL. 87. Fundamenta ejus. Filiis Choreb. Psalms C●n●●ct.  

LOw, where the hallowed Mountains fall,  
lie his foundation-plates▪   

2  
Much more than jacob's dwellings all,  
the Lord loves Zion gates.   

3  
Like glorious things have not been heard,  
nor modern, nor of old,  
To God, thou City most endeared,  
as have of thee been told. Selah.   

4  
In my remembrance Rahab runs,  
and Babel, knowing me:  
Lo Palestine, and Tyre, thy sons,  
with Cush, there borne was he.   

5  
And of thee, Zion, shall be said,  
the mother of us all,  
Whom the Most-Hie so firm hath laid,  
shall man and man thee call.   

6  
With him, when he the people's writes,  
the Lord shall first begin;  
And say, when he their names recites,  
This man was borne therein. Selah.   

7  
Singers, and Instruments that sound,  
rejoicers all with me:  
Voice, string, wind, water-falls abound,  
" My springs are all in thee.    

PSAL. 88 Domine, Deus Salutis. Canticum Psalmi, filiis Choreh, ad Praestantem, super Mahalath Lignanoth, Maschil, Heman Israïtae.  

MY crying supplication,  
Before thee day and night,  
Lord God of my salvation,   

2  
Let enter in thy sight.  
Incline thine ear, and hear me,  
My souls full troubles tell,   

3  
Whose evils trench so near me,  
My life draws near to Hell.   

4  
Like them to death betaken,  
That down the pit are gone,  
I seem a man forsaken;  
A strength, that strength hath none.   

5  
Among the dead, free-sleeping,  
That in the grave lie slain,  
Which (cast out of thy keeping)  
Cut from the hand remain.   

6  
My head thou hast captived  
Within the lowest pit,  
Where I of light deprived,  
In deeps of darkness sit.   

7  
Thy fury's heat inflicted,  
Lies heavy on my crown,  
With all thy floods afflicted,  
Thy billows bear me down. Selah.   

8  
Set far from mine acquaintance,  
To them thou hast me set,  
Abhorred, shut up in durance,  
Whence out I cannot get.   

9  
Faint-eyed, to tuning fall I,  
Afflictions sobs my Psalms,  
On thee, Lord, all day call I,  
To thee I spread my palms.   

10  
Wilt thou from deaths vast Regions,  
Prodigious shadows raise;  
Of all those Idoll-legions,  
What one shall sing thy praise?   

11  
And shall thy loving kindness,  
Within the garve be told?  
Or shall ABADDON'S blindness,  
Thy faithfulness unfold?   

12  
Thy deeds of Admiration  
Shall Darkness bring to light?  
Who in Oblivion's Nation,  
Thy Justice shall recite?   

13  
But, Lord, to thee sincerely  
My plaint do I present;  
And in the morning early,  
My prayer shall thee prevent.   

14  
Why, Lord, dost thou reject me?  
Why lay my soul aside?  
Why let thine ear neglect me?  
Thy face why dost thou hide?   

15  
Afflicted soul, deceasing,  
Thy ceaseless stripes I bear,  
From since my youths increasing,  
Distraction, doubtful fear.   

16  
Thine anger's over grow me,  
Thy frightings me dismay:   

17  
All round they overflow me,  
Like waters, all the day.   

18  
From me thou hast removed  
My friends, my known delight,  
My lovers, my beloved,  
Are darkness in my sight.    

PSAL. 89. Misericordias Domini. Maschil, Etan Israïtae.  

THe tender mercies of the Lord  
shall ever be my song;  
So shall my mouth thy truth's record,  
to age and age prolong.   

2  
For mercy shall be built (I said)  
eternal to endure:  
The heavens established haste thou laid,  
than Heaven, thy truth more sure.   

3  
The Covenant with thy chosen stroke,  
shall in my mind be borne:  
The oath, which I to David took,  
to him my servant sworn.   

4  
For ever, of thy seed to reign,  
will I establish one;  
To Age and Age that shall remain,  
will I build up thy Throne. Selah.   

5  
In speechless speech the heavens, O Lord,  
thy wondrous works confess;  
The Saints Assemblies, of thy Word  
declare the faithfulness.   

6  
For who in heavens high Mansions  
may with the Lord compare?  
Or who among the mighties sons,  
can equal lordship share?   

7  
God is exceeding dreadful, where  
his Saints their secret hold;  
And round about him full of fear,  
all-over to behold.   

8  
Lord God of Hosts, All-powerfull Lord,  
what power is like to thine?  
The splendour of whose faithful Word,  
doth round about thee shine.   

9  
Thou rul'st the swelling of the Seas,  
proud billows of the Main;  
Their waves high-rising to appease,  
and still their storms again.   

10  
The Pharian Rahab didst thou smite,  
as one that wounded lies:  
Thou scatt'redst with thine arm of might  
thy mighty enemies.   

11  
Thine are the heavens, the earth is thine,  
the world thy Word did found;  
And all within the vast Machine,  
the plenty of this Round.   

12  
thou, North and South, Creator call,  
to sing thy Name they run:  
From Western Tabors shady fall,  
from Chermons rising Sun.   

13  
Thou hast a Mighty Arms command,  
extended far and nigh:  
Of strength resistless is thy hand,  
and thy right hand is high.   

14  
With Justice Judgement, Bases stand,  
supporters of thy Throne;  
And Truth with Mercy, hand in hand,  
before thy face are gone.   

15  
O people blessed, that know aright  
the Trumpets joyful sound;  
Still walking in thy faces light,  
shall they, O Lord, be found.   

16  
For in thy Name shall they delight,  
all day remembering thee;  
And in thy Justice made upright,  
shall they exalted be.   

17  
The glory of their strength thou art,  
to us thy favour borne,  
Shall be the strengthner of our heart,  
up-lifter of our Horn.   

18  
Suffice it, that the Lord alone  
in our defence we bring:  
Our shield is of the Holy One  
of Israel, our King.   

19  
In Vision, to thy Holy One,  
than spoke thy Spirit, and said,  
My help have I, to hold the Throne,  
on one, made Mighty, laid.   

20  
One of the people, raised to lead  
my flock, did I appoint,  
My servant David, and his head,  
my holy oil anoint.   

21  
With whom my hand shall be so strong,  
that strengthened with my arm,  
Him, nor exacting foe shall wrong,  
nor son of evil harm.   

22  
And his distressors, from his face,  
with strokes will I beat down;  
And give my plague a lighting place  
upon his haters crown.   

23  
My faithfulness shall be the same,  
with him my mercy rest;  
His Horn shall flourish in my Name,  
with high-exalted crest.   

24  
From shore to shore, from land to land,  
enriched with unbought goods,  
I in the sea will set his hand,  
his right hand in the floods.   

25  
Himself the issue of my stock,  
my son, and me lie shall,  
My father thou, my God, the Rock  
of my salvation call.   

26  
And him the firstborn will I give,  
the Kings of earth above;  
With him my love shall ever live,  
my Covenant faithful prove.   

27  
And in their changes to succeed,  
when times and times are done;  
For ever will I set his seed,  
as days of Heaven his Throne.   

28  
But if my Law his sons forsake,  
my Judgements walk beside;  
Profane my Statutes, fail to take  
my Precepts for their guide.   

29  
To visit their misdeeds will I  
then with the rod begin;  
Lay stripes on their iniquity,  
and scourge them for their sin.   

30  
My mercy yet shall no repeal,  
to part from him prevail;  
Nor I with him will falsely deal,  
against my faith, nor fail.   

31  
My covenant shall no change profane,  
what league my lips did tie:  
My Holiness once swore in vain,  
if I to David lie.   

32  
His seed shall ever be: His Throne  
before me shall appear,  
Like heavens bright pair, the Sun, the Moon,  
that faithful witness bear.   

34  
But thine Anointed left forsook,  
thy wrath hath beaten down;  
The Covenant of thy servant broke,  
profaned on earth his Crown.   

35  
His hedges all hath overthrown,  
wide open flung his folds,  
Where any fort of his was known,  
to ruin brought his holds.   

36  
All passengers of him make prey,  
to neighbours nearer home  
An object, he of scorn and play  
a loud reproach become.   

37  
His foes right hand hast thou up-set,  
his hands success to cross:  
Their joy, his joys from him to get,  
their laughter made his loss.   

38  
His swords keen edge didst thou abate,  
his hand in battle bound;  
Hast made to cease his glories date,  
and thrown his throne to ground.   

39  
His days of youth hast thou made short,  
cut off before they came:  
Un-ripened reaped, but to abort,  
and wrapped him up with shame. Selah.   

40  
For ever, Lord, and no return,  
how long self absent?  
How long wilt thou thy wrath shall burn,  
like fire, and not relent?   

41  
Remember, O how swift my time,  
how short my age's span?  
In vain, why all the sons of slime,  
hast thou created man?   

42  
What strong man lives, and sees not death  
or who his soul shall save;  
And stop the hand that stops his breath,  
the hand of Hell, the Grave? Selah.   

43  
Where, Lord, where are those loves of old,  
thy former favours borne,  
So long forborn, so quenched, so cold,  
thy faith to David sworn?   

44  
Remember, Lord, thy servants shames,  
what foul reproach they hear;  
How many (all great peoples) blames,  
I in my bosom bear.   

45  
Wherewith thy foes, Lord, have reproached,  
wherewith reproached they have:  
Of thine Anointed scandals broached,  
the footsteps to deprave.  
To Age and Age, as heretofore,  
among the sons of men:  
Blessed be the Lord for evermore,  
Amen (say we) Amen.    
Finis Libri tortii.   

LIB. FOUR  

PSAL. 90. Domine, refugium. Oratio Mosis Viri Dei.  

THou, Lord, hast been our dwelling place,  
nor other refuge we;  
Nor other found our father's race,  
from Age to Age but thee.   

2  
Before the Mountains borne were named,  
of mother earth a part:  
Before the earth or world were framed,  
eternal God thou ART.   

3  
Man to his mould dissolved thou layst  
in dust of death, and then,  
To frail and contrite earth thou sayest,  
Return ye sons of men.   

4  
For years a thousand in thine eyes,  
are but as yesterday;  
When past it is, by night; so flies  
the wing'd-foot watch away.   

5  
Thou bear'st them as a flood of sleep,  
that slides along the sand;  
As morning dews on Meadows weep,  
that wait the Mower's hand.   

6  
Whose grass the rising Sun sees green,  
and flowering fresh as day;  
Which down at evening mown is seen,  
a withered lock of hay.   

7  
For as thine anger waxeth great,  
so we consume withal;  
And troubled at thy fury's heat,  
how sudden is our fall?   

8  
Our faults, that fear or shame would hide,  
before thee hast thou set;  
And at thy faces light descried,  
our secret sins are met.   

9  
For when thy wrath on us is brought,  
than all our days decline:  
Our years consume we as a thought,  
our blast of breath resign.   

10  
Our days are threescore years and ten,  
fourscore, if strength supply,  
Pride reaped with pain, and (wretched men)  
how soon away we fly?   

11  
Who knows what power thine anger hath,  
who hath the power to bear?  
Sure, best the fury of thy wrath,  
is measured by thy fear.   

12  
O teach us then to know our days,  
their number so to try,  
That taught by thee to wisdom's ways,  
our hearts we may apply.   

13  
Return, O Lord, how long? at last,  
O let it thee repent:  
Of thy displeasures bitter blast,  
against thy servants bend.   

14  
And let thy mercy's morning dew,  
upon us down distil;  
So all our days of life (a few)  
shall joy and gladness fill.   

15  
Like joyful days, as while by thee  
afflicted we have been;  
Good years, like many, let us see,  
as evil we have seen.   

16  
And what thy hand for us hath wrought,  
to us thy servants show;  
And what thy glory forth hath brought,  
make thou our sons to know.   

17  
And, Lord our God, on us let stand,  
thy pleasing graciousness:  
To prosper what we take in hand,  
our handy work to bless.    

PSAL. 91. Qui habitat.  

HE that with him, that is Most-Hie,  
in secret shall abide,  
Shall to th' Almighty's shadow fly,  
his safe-lodged head to hide.   

2  
With him:" My refuge, thou, my Fort,  
(say to the Lord will I;)  
My God, with whom in safety's Port,  
my hopes at anchor lie.   

3  
He, where the Fowler sets his snare,  
shall set thee free from thence;  
And to preserve thee have a care,  
from woeful Pestilence.   

4  
His wing, to over-shade thee spread,  
his plumes thy confidence:  
His Truth a shield to save thy head,  
a buckler for defence.   

5  
Nor shall thee, terror of the night,  
nor arrow shot by day:   

6  
Nor Plague, that walks in darkness, smite,  
nor noon-tide-KETEB slay.   

7  
A thousand fall beside thee shall,  
yet thou not fall thereby:  
Ten thousand at thy right hand fall,  
yet thee no Plague come nigh.   

8  
This only shall thine eye behold,  
what payment for their pain:  
For what reward their service sold,  
what hire the wicked gain.   

9  
Because thou, Lord (my hope hath said)  
my hope dost fortify;  
The Mansion of my hope is laid  
in him, that is Most-Hie.   

10  
There shall no evil thee befall,  
thy Tent no Plague annoy:   

11  
Thy keepers, he his Angels shall  
in all thy ways employ.   

12  
And they, to bear thee up from ground,  
shall join their palms in one:  
Thy foot, lest lightly thou shouldst wound,  
or dash against a stone.   

13  
Upon the Lion shalt thou tread,  
upon the Aspikes crown:  
The Lion's whelp, the Dragon's head,  
thy foot shall trample down.   

14  
Because on me he set his love,  
whence his deliverance came;  
Him will I set his harms above,  
for he hath known my Name.   

15  
His calling on me will I hear,  
and answer his entreat:  
Be with him in distress, set clear,  
and make his honour great.   

16  
Long life on him will I bestow,  
and fill him full of days;  
And unto him the splendour show  
of my salvations rays.    

PSAL. 92. Bonum est confiteri. Ad diem Sabbathi.  

TO praise the Lord, is to present  
a good and gracious thing;  
And, O Most-Hie, a day well spent,  
Psalms to thy Name to sing.   

2  
When for my morning songs delight,  
I strike thy Mercies string:  
Still-musicke, when to silent night,  
thy faithfulness I sing.   

3  
To touch the ten-stringed Lute with art,  
on psaltery to sound;  
The meditation of my heart,  
to make my Harp expound.   

4  
For thou, O Lord, hast made me glad,  
such work thou bringst about;  
And such success thy hands have had,  
that I for joy will shout.   

5  
Thine actions are, O Lord, how great?  
thy thoughts exceeding deep,  
Whereof the brute hath no conceit,  
the foolish takes no keep.   

6  
When, like the grass, the wicked grows,  
to evil doers nigh:  
Their endless fall, their flower foreshows;  
thou Lord, for ever high.   

8  
For, lo thy foes, Lord, lo thy foes,  
their ruins time attends;  
And wicked workers work the woes,  
that work them woeful ends.   

9  
But like the Unicorne's, my Horn,  
exalted shall appear:  
And with fresh Oil, mine Age, unworn,  
anointed, shall I bear;   

10  
With envious eyes, who me behold,  
their fall shall feed mine eyes,  
Mine eyes shall hear their ruin told,  
that up against me rise.   

11  
The Just shall like a Palm tree spread,  
what blast soever blows,  
And Cedar-like, lift up his head,  
in Lebanon that grows.   

12  
The planted, where the Lord doth dwell,  
the plants there rooted deep;  
Within the Courts shall prosper well,  
where house our God doth keep.   

13  
Their grayness fruit yet forth shall bring,  
no Ages grievance, seen:  
Their Almond-tree, their Autumne-spring,  
shall sprout out fat and green.   

14  
That they may show, and men may see,  
the Lord to be upright;  
That no unrighteousness can be  
in him, my Rock of might.    

PSAL. 93. Dominus regnaoit.  

THe Lord reigns Sovereign Governor,  
is clothed with glory bright:  
The Lord is clothed in robes of power,  
hath girt himself with might.  
The world is also made so sure,  
to be removed by none:   

2  
From then, established to endure,  
eternal is thy Throne.   

3  
The floods upraised, Lord, make a noise,  
with mouths, like gaping graves,  
The floods have lifted up their voice,  
the floods lift up their waves.   

4  
When many waters voices cry,  
and winds raise mighty seas,  
More mighty he that sits on high,  
the Lord can them appease.   

5  
Thy Testimonies are the sums  
of very faithful says:  
Thine House, Lord, Holiness becomes,  
to endless length of days.    

PSAL. 94. Deus ultionum.  

LOrd God, to whom revenge belongs,  
set forth thyself thereto:  
O God, avenger of all wrongs,  
show what thy power can do.   

2  
Judge of the earth, lift up thy head,  
the proud hit up their hearts;  
Upon the haughty-hearted tread,  
reward them their deserts.   

3  
How long insult, O Lord, how long  
shall wicked, wicked scorn,  
Contriving, executing wrong,  
with such delight be borne?   

4  
How long shall wicked workers speak  
the language of disdain;  
And forth in such proud boastings break  
their mischiefs, bred with pain?   

5  
Thy people, Lord, they bruise, they bray,  
thine heritage oppress:  
The widow and the stranger slay,  
strike dead the fatherless.   

6  
God shall not look (say they) so nigh,  
and who shall make him know?   

7  
The God of Jacob is too high,  
to understand so low.   

8  
Unwise among the people heed,  
in time yourselves advise,  
Before too far your pride proceed:  
Fools, when will ye be wise?   

9  
Shall he, whose hand did plant the ear,  
of hearing have no sense?  
Nor sight, the eyes great Engineer,  
that formed their sevenfold fence?   

10  
He that whole Nations doth chastise,  
his censure who shall bear?  
He that in knowledge schools the wise,  
his compass who shall steer?   

11  
The Lord, he knows man's thoughts (vain fool)  
to vain conclusions draw:   

12  
Blessed (Lord) the man thou sett'st to school,  
and lesson'st in thy Law.   

13  
To give him, from the evil days,  
in quiet rest to sit:  
From them that follow wicked ways,  
until be digged the pit.   

14  
His people want the Lord may make,  
yet will not leave them there;  
Nor his Inheritance forsake,  
howbeit, sometime forbear.   

15  
But Judgement shall to Justice fall,  
to Righteousness revert;  
And after it shall follow all  
that are upright in heart.   

16  
Against the evil doers head,  
with me who lifts a hand?  
Against iniquity to plead,  
on my part who will stand?   

17  
If from the Lord, that never fails,  
some help I had not felt,  
My soul had then (that now prevails)  
almost in silence dwelled.   

18  
When, Lord, I said my foot did move,  
thy mercy was my stay;  
My soul's delights (thy comforts) drove  
my clouds of thoughts away.   

19  
Of Tyran-evills shall the throne  
have fellowship with thee;  
Whose shadowed lusts, for law have gone,  
of mischief make decree?   

20  
The Just man's soul they hunt by troops,  
condemn the guiltless blood:   

21  
My refuge yet, the Lord, my hopes,  
my God their Rock, makes good.   

22  
On them the Lord shall cause to fall  
their painful wickedness:  
Suppress them in their malice shall,  
our God shall them suppress.    

PSAL. 95. Venite, exultemus.  

COme to the Lord, sing joyfully,  
let us together flock;  
And shout aloud triumphantly,  
in our Salvations Rock.   

2  
His face with praise let us prevent,  
in him with Psalms rejoice:  
Triumphant shouts to him present,  
and make a cheerful noise.   

3  
For why? the Lord our God is great,  
a mighty King he is:  
Above all gods, the Sovereign seat,  
the power Imperiall his.   

4  
The deeps of earth are in his hand,  
his, is the strength of Hills:  
The shore-bound sea, the dry-laid land,  
his hand that formed, fulfils.   

5  
O come, and let us then adore,  
due worship yield him all;  
And prostrate on our knees, before  
the Lord our Maker fall.   

6  
For in his folds and fields is he  
our God, that doth us keep:  
The pasture his, his people we,  
we of his hand the sheep.   

7  
To day his voice if ye will hear,  
then harden not your hearts:  
In Meribah, like them that were,  
in Massah's Desert parts.   

8  
That day your father's faulty were,  
shook off their former awe:   

9  
To tempt Me fell, to prove Me there,  
and yet my works they saw.   

10  
To whom (said I) with grief de ferred,  
full forty years of da●es,  
This people in their heart have erred,  
and have not known my ways.   

11  
To whom I swore it in my wrath,  
hot boiling in my breast:  
If ever—: witness this mine oath,  
they enter not my rest.    

PSAL. 96. Canta●e Domino.  

SIng to the Lord a new set song,  
that all the earth may sing;  
That all, that to the Lord belong,  
his praise aloud may ring.   

2  
Sing to the Lord, and bless his Name,  
wherever day doth dwell;  
Good tidings day by day proclaim,  
of his salvation tell.   

3  
Among the heathens his glory show,  
to Nations far and near;  
His wonders let the people know,  
with wondrous gladness hear.   

4  
For great the Lord, his greatness more,  
than can by praise be praised:  
All other gods above, before,  
his fear is to be raised.   

5  
For all the gods among the heathens,  
are off-gods, Idols vain:  
The Lord is he that made the heavens,  
of heavens, that holds the rain.   

6  
Before him beams of glory bright,  
and Majesty bow down:  
His Sanctuary, marchlesse might,  
and beauteous glory crown.   

7  
Ascribe unto the Lord, ascribe  
of every line that live;  
Of all the people, every tribe,  
all power and glory give.   

8  
Give to the Lord the honoured Name,  
that with his glory sorts:  
Take up an offering to the same,  
and come into his Courts.   

9  
In honour of his Holy place,  
before the Lord appear:  
Bow down yourselves, and at his face  
stand all the earth in fear.   

10  
The Lord (so tell the Nations) reigns,  
established by his might:  
That he, the world unmoved contains,  
shall judge the people right.   

11  
Let heavens (the havens of joy) rejoice,  
and let the earth be glad;  
The sea set forth his roaring voice,  
in all his plenty clad.   

12  
Field, and what ever clothes the field,  
shout out in speechless noise;  
All trees, that Frith or Forrest yield,  
before the Lord rejoice.   

13  
Because he comes, because he comes,  
with Judgement in his mouth,  
To judge the world with righteous dooms,  
earth's people with his Truth.    

PSAL. 97. Dominus regnavit.  

Rejoice let earths whole Continent,  
it is the Lord that reigns:  
Be glad, ye many Islands, penned  
within the Manes domains.   

2  
About him clouds and darkness round,  
obscured the light that shone:  
With Justice, Judgement laid the ground,  
the Bases of his Throne.   

3  
Consuming fire before him goes,  
that flaming from on high,  
On every side pursues his foes,  
them following where they sly.   

4  
His lightnings at the world shoot light,  
which bright, but dreadful shines;  
The earth lies trembling at the sight,  
and from her hinge declines.   

5  
In presence when the Lord appeared,  
like wax, the Mountains melt:  
The Lord of all the earth they feared,  
his presence (trembling) felt.   

6  
His Justice, as the Heavens declare,  
whose Ministers they be;  
On earth how great his glories are,  
so all the people see.   

7  
Graven Images all they that serve,  
confusion stands before;  
That boast of Idols, whom they carve,  
him, all ye gods, adore.   

8  
This Zion heard, and joyed to hear,  
that such success they had;  
Thy ●udgements, Lord, with reverend fear,  
made Judah's daughters glad.   

9  
For thou, O Lord, ●ar higher art,  
than all the earth is high;  
No height, to thy heights lowest part,  
of all the gods comes nigh.   

10  
Hate evil, ye that love the Lord,  
who for his Saints doth stand;  
His servants favour'd-soules restored,  
to free from wicked hand.   

11  
A light is for the Just one sown,  
whose crop shall come to light:  
From whence shall sheaves of joy be mow'n,  
by men in heart upright.   

12  
The ●ust then in the Lord rejoice,  
your music make his praise:  
His Holiness, with thankful voice,  
remembering to up-raise.    

PSAL. 98. Cantate Domino.  

SIng to the Lord a new-set song,  
for wonders hath he done:  
With holy Arm, whose right hand strong,  
hath his Salvation won.   

2  
His saving health the Lord made known,  
the Nations eyes beheld:  
His Justice to the people shown,  
hath he himself revealed.   

3  
His Truth and Mercy, mindful friends  
to Israel's house have been;  
And of the earth, have all the ends,  
our God's Salvation seen.   

4  
Shout to the Lord a cheerful cry,  
let all the earth up-raise:  
Shout out, rejoice triumphantly,  
in joyful Psalms sing praise.   

5  
Sing Psalms with Harp, with Harp & Voice,  
Psalms to th' Eternal sing;   

6  
With Trumpets sound, with Cornets noise,  
before the Lord the King.   

7  
Roar sea, and all that sea full fills,  
world, and world-dwellers all:   

8  
High-rising rivers, high-born Hills,  
clap hands, to shouting fall   

9  
Before the Lord: for he in ●ight,  
to judge the earth is come:  
To give the world his judgements right,  
the people's equal doom.    

PSAL. 99 Dominus regnavit.  

THe Lord is King, though people's sits,  
his reign (in rage) reprove:  
Between the Cherubims he sits,  
let earth's foundations move.   

2  
The Lord is great in Zions' fame,  
above all people high:   

3  
Great, fearful, holy is his Name,  
let their confession cry.   

4  
Strength-strengthning Judgement loves the King,  
of Righteousness his Throne:  
With Justice Judgement stablishing,  
in Jacob hast thou done.   

5  
The Lord our God, as it is meet,  
exalt, and prostrate all;  
Before the footstool of his feet,  
(for he is Holy) fall.   

6  
With Moses, Aaron's Priests installed,  
and Samuel, on his Name,  
With them that call, on JAH they called,  
the Lord then answered them.   

7  
He from the cloudy Pillar spoke,  
they in obedience have  
His Testimonies kept unbroke,  
the Law to them he gave.   

8  
Thou Lord our God didst answer make,  
their pardoning God thou we●t;  
Yet did thy vengeance overtake,  
and their inventions thwart.   

9  
Exalt the Lord our God, before  
his holy Mountain all;  
(For Holy is our God) therefore  
bow down yourselves, and fall.    

PSAL. 100 jubilate De●. Psalmus, ad Confessionem.  

SIng loud unto the Lord a song,  
that all the earth may ring:   

2  
With gladness serve the Lord among,  
before him come and sing.   

3  
Know that the Lord is God, that he,  
not we ourselves did make:  
His pasture-sheep, his people, we  
from him our being take.   

4  
Go in his gates, your thanks proclaim,  
his praise within his Cour●s:  
To praise him, and to bless his Name,  
make thither your resorts.   

5  
For good and gracious is the Lord,  
his Mercy never ends:  
The truth of his eternal Word,  
to Age and Age extends.    

PSAL. 101. Misericordiam & judicium. Davidis Psalmus.  

WHat Mercy, and what Judgement say,  
Lord, I will sing to thee:   

2  
And wisely take the perfect way,  
when thou shalt come to me.   

3  
Myself will good example give,  
to walk with upright heart;  
And others, as I live, to live,  
amidst my house convert.   

3  
I will not in mine eyes, abide  
a word of Belial:  
I hate their work, that turn aside,  
nor cleave to me it shall:   

4  
A froward heart, an evil man,  
from me unknown depart:   

5  
Detractors tongue, nor bear I can,  
proud look, nor large of heart.   

6  
The faithful of the Land mine eyes  
so●t out with me to sit;  
In perfect way, whose walking lies,  
for me is servant fit.   

7  
Within mine house deceitful wight  
there shall not any dwell;  
Nor be established in my sight,  
whose lips doth leasings tell.   

8  
The wicked all out of the land,  
my morning search shall shut,  
That from God's City may my hand  
all evil doers cut.    

PSAL. 102. Domine, exaudi. Oratio afflicti, cum obruitur, & ef●undit coram Domino meditationem suam.  

IN my distress to comfort me,  
yet hear, O Lord, my prayer;  
And let the crying unto thee  
of my complaint repair.   

2  
Hide not thy face from me this day,  
when trouble tells my need:  
Incline thine ear, and hear me pray,  
to answer me make speed.   

3  
For here my days consumed on earth,  
away like smoke are gone:  
My bones are burnt up, lie an hearth  
of fire-out-eaten stone.   

4  
My heart is smitten down for dead,  
and withered as the grass;  
That I, to eat my daily bread,  
forgetful, overpasse.   

5  
My breast, my sorrows uncouth Inn,  
breathes forth such broken groans,  
My flesh but knits up with my skin,  
a sack of sapless bones.   

6  
So mourns the Wildernesses Fowl,  
the Hermit-Pellican:  
In Dese●t shades so shri●kes the Owl,  
portending spells of bane.   

7  
I watch the widowed Sparrows watch,  
on houses ridge alone,  
That of (her better half) her match,  
bewails the comfort gone.   

8  
Reproaches bitter gall, my foes  
cast daily in my dish;  
And in their madness make my woes,  
the measure of their wish.   

9  
For I, when faintness would be fed,  
and thirst no longer bears,  
Have eaten ashes as my bread,  
and blended my drinks with tears.   

10  
Thine angry threat so sore doth lie,  
so fierce thy wrath doth grow;  
Thy hand but heaved me up so high  
to hurl me down as low.   

11  
The shadow of my days declined,  
my light in darkness spends;  
Like withered grass my breath resigned,  
the house of death attends.   

12  
But thou, O Lord, one and the same,  
for ever dost reside;  
And this Memorial of thy Name,  
shall age and age abide.   

13  
Thou to thy mercy's seat shalt climb,  
and bring thy Zion home:  
For now of mercy is the time,  
(the time appointed) come.   

14  
Now, though thy servants nought relieve,  
delight her stones yet move:  
To see her in the dust they grieve,  
and yet her dust they love.   

15  
Thy Name, O lord, the heathens shall fear,  
to find what thou hast done;  
And all the Kings on earth, to hear  
what glory thou hast won.   

16  
When Zion up the Lord to build,  
in glory shall appear:   

17  
He to the lowlies prayer shall yield,  
nor them despise to hear.   

18  
This writing shall remain unworn,  
when after-age shall live;  
And praise, the people yet unborn,  
unto the Lord shall give.   

For from his Sanctuaries height,  
he down did cast his look:  
The Lord from Heaven did veil his sight,  
when earth's survey he took.   

20  
To hear the heavy groans of those,  
that draw imprisoned breath;  
From chimes of iron chains to lose  
the eldest sons of death.   

21  
That of the Lord their tongues the Name  
in Zion may declare;  
And in Jerusalem proclaim  
his praises what they are.   

22  
When Nations, from their farthest home,  
together gathered meet:  
To serve the Lord, when Sovereigns come,  
and Kingdoms kiss his feet.   

23  
My strength, when able strength began,  
he weakened in my ways:  
Cut off my pilgrimages span,  
and shorter made my days.   

24  
I said, my God, post not my Sun  
at noon to midnight's stage;  
My race of days is half to run,  
thy years are Age and Age.   

25  
The earth's foundations, on their weight,  
thou Lord hast laid of old:  
Those lamps of Heaven, their orbs, their height,  
thy fingers did enfold.   

26  
When they shall perish, thou shalt hold  
the Centre of thy years:  
They, as a garment, all wax old,  
as changed, a vesture wears.   

27  
But thee, for evermore the same,  
no compass comprehends;  
And of thy years eternal frame,  
the circle never ends.   

28  
Thy servants children shall succeed,  
to stand before thee fast;  
And last-succeeding times, their seed  
succeeding, shall outlast.    

PSAL. 103. Benedic anima. D●vidis.  

MY soul, and every secret part,  
within my body's frame,  
To praise the Lord assist my heart,  
to bless his holy Name.   

2  
To bless the Lord, let nothing let  
my soul thy ready way:  
No benefit of his forget,  
with praises to repay.   

3  
Which pardoning all thy sins forepast,  
w●●h thee in mercy deals;  
To cure thy frailties doth forecast,  
and all thy sickness heals.   

4  
Which frees thy life from going down  
into corruptions Pit;  
His mercies and Compassions Crown  
upon thine head doth fit.   

5  
With good things, to thy hearts desire,  
which satiates thy mouth;  
And, Eaglelike, renews the fire,  
in embers of thy youth.   

6  
To Justices the Lord gives light,  
he guides the balance best;  
And Judgements executes aright,  
to all that are oppressed.   

7  
His ways he made to Moses known,  
the limits of his Law:  
His wondrous actions, all his own,  
the sons of Israel saw.   

8  
Compassion from the Lord doth flow,  
for clemency none such;  
Of sufferance long, to anger flow,  
his tender mercy much.   

9  
His censure checks not each offence,  
he will not always chide;  
Nor keep his anger in suspense,  
for ever to abide.   

10  
He hath not, as our sins require,  
with us severely dealt;  
Nor our iniquities like hire,  
to our deserts have felt.   

11  
But, as the Heaven's unmeasured height,  
above the earth is high;  
Such is his Mercies matchless might,  
to them that fear him, nigh.   

12  
As far as whore the Sun begins,  
to where he sets the day;  
So far hath he removed our sins,  
and rid his wrath away.   

13  
As with compassion on his sons,  
a father's bowels melt;  
So in the Lord compassion runs,  
by them that fear him, felt.   

14  
For to the mould he knows we must,  
whereof our mass was made:  
Remembers that we be but dust,  
our Harbinger, the spade.   

15  
The days of man, as of the grass,  
attend the scythe of death:  
As flower in field, his flower doth pass,  
and withreth with a breath.   

16  
A blast of wind upon it blew,  
and then it ceased to grow;  
Then ceased to be, and where it grew,  
the place no more did know,   

17  
To them the Lord is ever kind,  
that to his fear do cleave▪  
Them shall the children's children find,  
his Justice shall not leave.   

18  
On them, that to his Covenant bind  
their heart's observance straight;  
And his Commandments bear in mind  
to practise, Mercies wait.   

19  
The Lord hath firmly for his stall  
in heavens prepared his Throne:  
His Kingdom's Sceptre over all  
hath Sovereignty alone.   

20  
O ye his Angels, bless the Lord,  
y● that in strength excel;  
That do his Word, and of his Word  
attend the voices spell.   

21  
Bless ye the Lord, all ye his Hosts,  
his Armies at his will;  
His Cursitors in all his coasts,  
his pleasure to fulfil.   

22  
All ye his works, that where he reigns,  
all places may afford:  
To bless the Lord employ your pains,  
may soul, bless thou the Lord.    

PSAL. 104. Benedic anima.  

SIng to the Lord, my soul, sing praise;  
Thou Lord my God art wondrous great,  
Whose vestures golden-circled rays,  
With beauteous glory crown thy seat.   

2  
Which deckest thyself, as with a robe,  
With light, that never eye attained;  
Which for thy veil about earth's globe,  
The Canopy of Heaven hast strained.   

3  
His roofs with starre-set seas he seeles,  
Their beams in plates of waters binds,  
Ascends the clouds, his chariot wheels,  
And walks upon the long-winged winds.   

4  
He makes his Angel's messengers,  
And with his Spirit their spirits inspires;  
Sends forth his Judgements ministers,  
The lightning-foo●ed flames of fires.   

5  
The earth upon her Bases laid,  
To one so equal point he drove,  
To one so steadfast Centre weighed,  
As never weight her weight might move.   

6  
As with a garment, with the deep,  
Thou coveredst earth: the Main 〈◊〉  
Main sea above the Mountain's steep,  
Above the Mount of Ararat.   

7  
At thy rebuke the waters fled,  
Thy thunder's voice them rid away.   

8  
The Hills un-heald, held up their head,  
The Valleys, where thou laidst them, lay.   

9  
The Waters bound didst thou ordain,  
Bound, which they should not dare to pass,  
Nor ever more return again,  
To drown the earth, as once it was.   

10  
He into Valleys sends his springs,  
To dye their dusty mantles green;  
From Rock-rent heads their current brings,  
To walk the Mountain veins between.   

11  
Whose channels having cheered the field,  
And to the earth given moisture first,  
To all the wild Beasts beaverage yield,  
There break the Onagers their thirst.   

12  
The Fowls of heaven their households bring,  
And there in notes of Nature's choice,  
Their Maker's Halelujahs sing;  
Between the branches give the voice.   

13  
Upon the Mountain's garden-land,  
His dews are from his Limbecks stilled:  
With store, without man's helping hand,  
(Fruit of thy works) the earth is filled.   

14  
For cattle makes he grass to grow,  
And herb for use of earthly man,  
Whose simples, who so wise, that know  
As well for meat, as medicine can.   

15  
The earth to bring forth bread and wine,  
The wine, with joy that swells the veins,  
With oil, that makes man's face to shine,  
And bread, that strength of heart sustains.   

16  
The trees of God are filled with sap,  
The Cedar trees of Lebanon,  
Which he hath planted on the lap  
Of earth, for them to feed upon.   

17  
That there their nests the Birds may build,  
The kind-love Storke, in Pinetree grove,   

18  
High Mountain cliffs the Roe-deere wild,  
Safe-sheltring Rocks the Coney's love,   

19  
The Moon ne made for certain tides,  
Constant in her inconstant face:  
The Sun, that daily progress rides,  
Of his dismounting knows the place.   

20  
Thou puttest darkness, darkness, night;  
Then all the woods wild Beasts forth creep,  
By prey that live, and love not light,  
(Then harmful wake, when harmless sleep.)   

21  
Fierce Lions roaring for their prey,  
Their food of life from God request:   

22  
The Sun gets up, they get away,  
And in their dens couch down to rest:   

23  
Then out goes man, to take in hand  
His work, till night his travel end,  
With toiling Beast from laboured land,  
Till evening home him weary send.   

24  
Thy works, O Lord, how many are,  
In wisdom hast thou made them all,  
The earth's abundance is thy care,  
Whose riches thee Creator call.   

25  
This sea, so great wide-handed deep,  
Thou foundedst, fathom'st, fillst the seat,  
Where kinds innumerable creep,  
Lords of the sin, both small and great.   

26  
There ships their course by compass can,  
And cut the Main, to make their way:  
There walks the vast Leviathan,  
Whom thou therein hast formed for play.   

27  
These all on thee attentive look,  
That thou in season give them food;   

28  
Thou giv'st, they take, and having taken,  
From thy free hand are filled with good.   

29  
Thou hidest from them thy faces day,  
They at so sudden trouble mourn;  
Their spirit thou tak'st (their breath) away,  
They to their dust again return.   

30  
Again, thou sendest forth thy Spirit,  
Whence they created, take their birth,  
Which (by traduction) they inherit.  
As thou renew'st the face of earth.   

31  
The glory of the Lord shall shine  
For ever in eternal light:  
Which length of time shall not confine,  
The Lord shall in his works delight.   

32  
The earth stands trembling at his look,  
Unable to endure his sight:  
Let him but touch, the Mountain's smoke,  
And cloth the earth in clouds of night.   

33  
Sing to the Lord will I so long,  
As life in me leaves any breath:  
Sung to the Lord shall be my song,  
Until my being be in death.   

34  
My Muse on him shall sweetly call,  
And in the Lord rejoice with me:   

35  
Consumed from earth let sinners fall,  
And wicked men no more let be.    

PSAL. 105. Confitemini Domino.  

COnfessing to the Lord, give thanks,  
and call upon his Name:  
Make known among the people's ranks,  
his powerful acts proclaim.   

2  
Sing ye to him, to him sing praise,  
a Psalm that shall excel:  
His praise-excelling works up-raise,  
of all his wonders tell.   

3  
His holy Name your glory make.  
and let their heart rejoice,  
That for the Lord all joy forsake,  
to seek him set their choice.   

4  
O seek the Lord with zealous mind,  
his Oracle of grace;  
His Ark of strength inquire to find,  
seek evermore his face.   

5  
His marvels done, his wonders heed,  
his mouths expressions:   

6  
O ye his servant Abraham's seed,  
his chosen jacob's sons.   

7  
He is the Lord our God, whose care  
in us hath special right:  
In all the earth his Judgements are,  
in every Nation's sight.   

8  
His Covenant he doth ever mind,  
his words command forepast;  
That children's children's seed should find  
a thousand ages last.   

9  
This Covenant he with Abram struck,  
to Isaac swore to pay:   

10  
To Jacob for a Law betook,  
to Israel for aye.   

11  
Thine offspring (saying) to advance.  
I Cana'n land will give,  
The line of thine Inheritance,  
wherein thy seed shall live.   

12  
When few of number, means bereft,  
they strangers in the land:   

13  
One Nation for another left,  
as Kingdoms came to band.   

14  
To do them wrong, he suffered none▪  
even Kings for them he charmed:   

15  
" Of mine Anointed touch not one,  
nor see my Prophets harmed.   

16  
He called a famine on the Land,  
so long with plenty fed:  
To weaken their ingrateful hand,  
broke all the staff of bread.   

17  
Before them, for the dearth foretell,  
he sent a man at last;  
Young Joseph, for a servant sold,  
and into prison cast.   

18  
His see't in setters fast they penned,  
where wrung, and wrested long,  
His soul, into the iron went,  
into his soul, the wrong.   

19  
Until his cause for sentence cried,  
his innocence to scan:  
Until by word the Lord had tried,  
what worth was in the man.   

20  
The King would his discharger be,  
for his deliverance sent:  
The people's Ruler set him free  
from fault, from punishment.   

21  
Lord of his house he him assigned,  
his substance to assize:   

22  
His Princes to his soul to bind,  
and make his Elders wise.   

23  
So Israel into Egypt came,  
from Cana'ns' better clime;  
And Jacob in the land of Cham,  
did sojourn for a time.   

24  
His people mightily increase,  
than their oppressors made  
A Nation more secure for peace,  
and stronger to invade.   

25  
Yet Egypt's heart averse was felt,  
his people they did hate;  
And doubly with his servants dealt,  
unjustly held debate.   

26  
His servant Moses than he sent,  
and Aaron's chosen head:   

27  
Words of his signs among them spent,  
in Cham his wonders spread.   

28  
His Word in darkness clothed the light,  
three days continued they  
In darkness, darker than the night,  
and did not disobey.   

28  
He turned their waters into blood,  
their fi●h flung dead on shore;  
Changed Nilus to a noisome flood,  
her silver streams to gore.   

30  
Their land in legions brought forth frogs,  
in field, in house, in hall:  
In King's bedchambers, as in bogs,  
the loathsome Paddocks crawl.   

31  
He spoke the word, and in a trice,  
a cloud of Vermine armed,  
Wing'd-Flies, and Infantries of Lice,  
in all their quarters swarmed.   

32  
For showers of rain from gentler hand,  
he flung them stones of hail;  
And flames of fire, that made their land  
of flock and fruit to fail.   

33  
With storm their Vine, their Figtree struck,  
most fruitful, most of all;  
Of Trees throughout their border broke  
the highest, soon fall.   

34  
Of Grasshoppers a mighty press,  
his word inspired with power;  
And Caterpillar numberless,   

35  
All herbs and fruit devour.   

36  
In Egypt all their eldest borne,  
with hand of death he smote;  
The prime of all their fleece was shorn,  
their strongest men of no●e.   

37  
He brought them forth (these wonders done)  
with silver and with gold:  
Among their Tribes there was not one,  
a feeble person told.   

38  
At their departure Egypt glad,  
was of their stay afraid;  
So lately to forsake them, sad,  
now loath to see them stayed.   

39  
A covering of a cloud he spread,  
to shade the heat of day:  
Of fire by night, a lamp to lead,  
and light them on their way.   

40  
Of Quail, he brought at their request  
a shower, that down did rain;  
And with the bread of Heaven them blessed,  
sufficed with Angel's grain.   

41  
The Rock of stone made open fly,  
with waters stored the land,  
That rivers ran in places dry,  
●●here late lay Desert sand.   

42  
His holy promise held so fast,  
from time it first began  
To Abraham his servant past,  
in his remembrance ran.   

43  
With joy his people forth he brought,  
his chosen with a shout:   

44  
And gave them lands, and labours wrought  
of heathens, for them cast out:   

45  
Observe his statutes, that they might,  
and of his holy Word  
The Laws obey, and learn aright  
to practise: Praise the Lord.   

Halelu-jah.    

PSAL. 106. Confitemint. Halelu-jah.  

THe Lord is good, with thanks confess,  
his Mercy hath no end:   

2  
The Lords great powers who can express?  
who all his praise commend?   

3  
What blessings kept for them remain,  
that Judgements keepers are!  
For him, that Justice to maintain,  
at all times sets his care!   

4  
Remember, Lord, I numbered be  
with them thou tak'st to grace:  
With thy Salvation visit me,  
with thy choice people place.   

5  
To see what blessings by thy choice,  
thy chosen flock have got:  
And with thy Nations joy rejoice,  
and glory in their lot.   

6  
We, with our fathers sinfully  
transgressed have every one;  
Committed like iniquity,  
as wickedly have done.   

7  
Thy wonder-passing wonders passed,  
which Egypt's plagues could find,  
Our fathers did not wisely cast,  
nor compass in their mind.  
Thy many Mercies held no plea,  
from their remembrance fell;  
But they (revolters) at the sea,  
(the red sea) did rebel.   

8  
Yet for his Names sake, not the less,  
was he their Saviour:  
His Mercy, as they must confess,  
to make them know his power.   

9  
The red seas course he back did keep,  
and with rebuke repress:  
He led them dryfoot through the deep,  
as through the wilderness.   

10  
And so he set them all on land,  
in safety from the foe;  
And from their haters harmful hand  
redeemed, and let them go.   

11  
Their troublers, by the waters fall,  
were all of life bereft;  
The waters overwhelmed them all,  
not one of them was left.   

12  
With them his words then credit got,  
they sung his praise to height:   

13  
But all in haste his works forgot,  
his counsels would not wait.   

14  
So in the wilderness, at last,  
upon them came their lust;  
And in ●he Desert, God's forecast  
they tempted with distrust.   

15  
And food he gave them at their call,  
above their lusts content:  
But loathing leanness therewithal  
into their soul he sent.   

15  
They wearied Moses with complaint,  
in their envious mood;  
And Aaron, of the Lord, the Saint,  
within the Camp withstood.   

17  
The mother-earth that Rebels hates,  
an open grave did rive;  
Where Dathan and abiram's Mates  
were swallowed up alive.   

18  
And fire from Heaven that kindled came  
on their rebellious crew;  
Burnt up the wicked in the flame,  
their furious treasons due.   

19  
They made a Calf in Choreb Mount,  
adored a molten Mass:   

20  
Their glories type, to base account,  
turned Ox, that eateth grass.   

21  
And God their Saviour they forgot,  
his Arms remembrance gone,  
That had so mighty things of late  
for them in Egypt done.   

22  
Works wondrous, for a world of graves,  
in Cham's un-peopled coast;  
And fearful, for the red sea waves,  
that saved, that drowned, an host.   

23  
And to destroy them in his mood,  
flew out his wrathful speech,  
Had not his chosen Moses stood  
before him in the breach.   

24  
His milder temper, mixed with zeal,  
God's wrath, so hot that burned;  
With hard entreaty did congeal,  
and from corrupting turned.   

25  
They of desire despised the land,  
believing not his word;  
But in their tents in tumult stand,  
and will not hear the Lord.   

26  
Against them therefore urged, aloft  
he lifted up his hand,  
To overthrow them threatened oft,  
in that forsaken land.   

27  
Among the Nations, not their own,  
to fell their rootless seed;  
And in the lands, to them unknown,  
to fan their exiled breed.   

28  
And to Baal Phegors Idoll-head,  
they joined themselves amain,  
The offerings eating of the dead,  
to powers Infernal slain.   

29  
Thus they to anger him provoke,  
with Rites that they invent;  
And in the plague upon them broke,  
their folly's punishment.   

30  
Then stood up Phineas in pursuit  
of Cosbies' carnal sin;  
His hand did Judgement execute,  
so was the plague called in.   

31  
The Author of so just a deed,  
his Justice did commend:  
From age to age that shall succeed,  
whose praise shall never end.   

32  
They vexed him at the floods of strife,  
with Moses ill it went:  
For them he had a weary life,  
and for their sakes was shent.   

33  
Because his spirit they did provoke,  
and him to murmur pressed;  
That unadvisedly he spoke,  
and with his lips transgressed.   

34  
The Nations did they not destroy,  
of whom the Lord had said,  
Nor land, nor life let them enjoy,  
his charge they disobeyed.   

35  
But mingled with the heathens they were,  
to learn their works took care:   

36  
To serve their Idols well could bear,  
which were to them a snare.   

37  
The blood of sons and daughters slain,  
on Devil's Altars stood:  
Of Innocent's the bloody stain  
of sons and daughter's blood.  
Whose limbs their Divellish-led desire  
with murderous hand had piled;  
To Cana'n-Idolls burnt with fire,  
the Land with blood defiled.   

38  
With works their own thus were they stained,  
on them their zeal they spent:   

39  
As their Inventions entertained,  
a whoring thus they went.   

40  
The fury therefore of the Lord  
against his people burned:  
His own Inheritance abhorred,  
his love to loathing turned.   

41  
He gave them up to Tyran's law,  
into the Heathens hand;  
That whom they hated held in awe,  
and Lordlike might command.   

42  
By enemies, with humbling strokes,  
oppressed and bowed they were:  
Whose hand on them laid heavy yokes,  
above their strength to bear.   

43  
Them many a time did he redeem,  
but they eftsoon begin;  
And of their counsels more esteem,  
though humbled for their sin.   

44  
Yet when he saw their hard restraint,  
how their afflictions grew;  
Then harkening he to their complaint,  
his chastisement withdrew.   

45  
His Covenant did he bear in mind,  
that he with them had struck;  
On them his many mercy's kind,  
repentant pity took.   

46  
He gave them to the tender ear  
of their Commanders will:  
Made them, to whom they captives were,  
their eyes with favours fill.   

47  
Proceed, O Lord our God, to save,  
from heathens our heads to raise,  
That praise thy holy Name may have,  
we glory in thy praise.   

48  
The Lord the God, of Israel King,  
be blessed eternally:  
Amen, let all the people sing,  
all Halelu-jah cry.    
Finis Libri quarti.   


LIB. V.  
PSAL. 107. Consitemini Domino.  

THe Lord is God, with thanks express,  
His mercy is for ever: and   

2  
So let the Lords redeemed confess,  
Redeemed from their distressors' hand.   

3  
Which gathered were out of the lands,  
From shining East, from shady West,  
From where the frozen Polestar stands,  
From Desert south-seas sunburnt breast.   

4  
They wandered in the Wilderness,  
And took a solitary way,  
Where soot of man did seldom press,  
Nor found they City where to stay.   

5  
With hunger pined with thirsting faint,  
Their anguished soul was overcharged.   

6  
Then to the Lord they made complaint,  
Who them from their distress enlarged.   

7  
He led them on, and brought them home,  
The readiest way, for them the best;  
〈◊〉 to a City they might come,  
〈…〉 tation where to rest.   

8  
Let them before the Lord confess  
His tender mercies many a one,  
To men his wondrous works express,  
That he for Adam's sons hath done.   

9  
The thirsty soul he satiates,  
The hungry soul with good sustains,   

10  
That sits in darkness, at the gates,  
And shade of death in iron chains,   

11  
Because, against the words of God,  
They bent themselves rebelliously,  
Despised his counsel, and withstood  
The hand of him that is Most-Hie.   

12  
Thus humbled, for they did not well,  
In grief of heart he let them lie,  
Where down they fell, but helpless fell,  
For refuge none, nor help was nigh.   

13  
Distressed, unto the Lord they cried,  
Who set them free from their distress:   

14  
From darkness, from death's shade untied,  
And broke their bands of heaviness.   

15  
Let them before the Lord confess  
His tender mercies many a one,  
To men his wondrous works express,  
That he for Adam's sons hath done.   

16  
For he the gates of brass hath broke,  
The gates of brass against him bend;  
And by his hands resistless stroke,  
The iron bars in sunder rend.   

17  
Fools for their faults afflicted are,  
Whose way hath made their will their law:   

18  
Their soul abhors all kind of fare,  
near to the gates of death they draw.   

19  
Distressed, unto the Lord they cry,  
Who them from dying anguish saves:   

20  
He heals them by his words supply,  
And frees them from corrupting graves.   

21  
Let them before the Lord confess  
His tender mercies many a one,  
To men his wondrous works express,  
Which he for Adam's sons hath done.   

22  
Before him offerings let them lay,  
Confessions of their thankfulness,  
And sacrifice of praises pay,  
His works with shouts of joy express.   

23  
They that in ships go down to sea,  
And Marts in many waters keep:   

24  
What deeds the Lord hath shown them, see  
His works of wonder in the deep.   

25  
The stormy wind his word bespoke,  
That all the Main with Mountains fills:  
The sea-wet stars their mantles shake,  
The briny downs are turned to hills.   

26  
As high as Heaven the billows mount,  
Dis-mounted, deep as hell descend:  
Their melting soul makes small account,  
But fear of death, in death to end.   

27  
Thus bandied to and fro they reel,  
And stagger like a drunken man:  
Ill may the Pilot rule the keel,  
Where wisdoms care so little can.   

28  
Distressed, unto the Lord they cry,  
Who sets them free from their distress:   

29  
The storm he calms with clearer sky,  
And sets their waves at quietness.   

30  
The combat ceased, the seamen glad,  
That winds and waves were parted friends,  
He that of them the conduct had,  
To their desired haven them sends.   

31  
Let them before the Lord confess  
His tender mercies many a one,  
To men his wondrous works express,  
That he for Adam's sons hath done.   

32  
Assembled in the people's throngs,  
His worthy acts when they repeat,  
With hymns of praise, and thankful songs,  
Exalt him in the Elders seat.   

33  
Which turns the floods to desert sands.  
To dryness draws the springing We●●:   

34  
With salt he sows the fruitful lands,  
For their misdeeds that therein dwell.   

35  
Again, he turns the desert dry,  
To standing pools with water filled:   

36  
And seats the hungry down thereby,  
Where they to dwell a City build.   

37  
Their fields they sow, their vines they plant,  
Which yield them fruits of fair increase.   

38  
Their Ours of wealth no blessings want,  
Nor suffreth he their herds decrease.   

39  
On them made less, and low brought down,  
He makes restraint, and anguish prey:   

40  
On Princes leaves contempt to frown,  
In Deserts lets them lose their way.   

41  
Yet raiseth he the poor man's head,  
And makes him peopled households keep,  
From selfe-waste want, with plenty fed,  
For number like a flock of sheep.   

42  
Right-sighted eyes shall see this day,  
The joy of all the righteous name,  
And all iniquity shall lay  
Her hand upon her mouth for shame.   

43  
Who so is wise, will take in hand  
These observations to record:  
And they shall truly understand  
The tender mercies of the Lord.    

PSAL. 108. Paratum cor. Canticum Psalmi David.  

MY heart, O God, is ready pressed,  
the glory of my tongue:—  
My voice, the organ of my breast,  
〈◊〉 praise shall be my song.   

2  
My Lute and Harp already strung,  
my readier hand up take;  
Before the dawning day have sprung,  
I early will awake.   

3  
My thanks to thee, O Lord, will I  
among the people bring;  
And of thy praise in harmony,  
with Quires of Nations sing.   

4  
For why? the Heavens are not so high,  
as is thy Mercy great:  
Thy Truth a higher pitch doth fly,  
than in the clouds to seat.   

5  
Thyself, O God, in highest place,  
above the heavens enshrine;  
And let the glory of thy face,  
on earth, thy footstool, shine.   

6  
That free deliverance they may have,  
that are beloved of thee:  
With thy right hands assistance save,  
O hear, and answer me.   

7  
God in his Holiness hath spoke,  
which I with joy repeat,  
" In Shechem will I strike a stroke,  
and Succoths Valley meet.   

8  
Mine Gilead is, Manasseh mine,  
strength of my head doth live,  
In quiver-bearing Ephrams' line;  
my Law shall Judah give.   

9  
My wash-pot Moab will I make,  
my shoe on Edom cast:  
In triumph, thee Pelesheth, take,  
triumphed on mine that hast.   

10  
The City for defence so strong,  
what guide will guide me to?  
To Edom's warlike Towers along,  
what leader with me go?   

11  
Not thou, O God, as naught of worth,  
that hast us cast away:  
Nor with our hosts, O God, went'st forth,  
upon the Battles day.   

12  
O give us help from our distress,  
man's health is vain deceit:  
Through God we shall do valiantness,  
our foes he shall defeat.    

PSAL. 109. Deus laudem. Ad Praestantem, Psalmus Davidis.  

CEase not as deaf, God of my praise,  
for wicked mouths consent:   

2  
Deceitful mouths their engines raise,  
against me open bend.   

3  
With falsehood's tongue to me they speak,  
and compass me with hate:  
In bitter language forth they break,  
and (causeless) wage debate.   

4  
They for my friendship were my foes,  
with whom by prayer I strove:  
For good against me evil goes,  
and hatred for my love.   

5  
His Ruler, some ungodly wretch,  
set thou at his right hand:   

6  
Let Satan all advantage catch,  
his adversary stand.   

7  
In Judgement let him not evade,  
but go condemned therein;  
And let his prayer for favour made,  
be ●●rn'd to further sin.   

8  
His days a few and evil make,  
determined in disgrace:  
His office let another take,  
a worthier hold his place.   

9  
His sons let fatherless be left,  
his wife a widow poor:   

10  
His children of abode bereft,  
beg bread from door to door.   

11  
Extortion tangle all his toil,  
the Creditor ensnare:  
His labour let the stranger spoil,  
for lone, the lender share.   

12  
To pity him let there be none●  
none mercy on him show:  
His children father less, not one  
with kind compassion know.   

13  
Of his posterity destroyed,  
let naught remain but shame;  
And let the following age make void,  
and clean put out his name.   

14  
Remembrance of his father's crime,  
the Lord before him lay:  
His mother's sin at any time,  
let not be wiped away.   

15  
Before the Lord continually,  
in presence let them stand;  
On earth let their memorial dye,  
cut off by Gods own hand.   

16  
For mercy was not in his mind,  
the poor he made his prey;  
The needy soul he sought to grind,  
the wounded heart to slay.   

17  
He loved cursing, let it light,  
and him from blessing bar;  
As blessing was not his delight,  
be blessing from him far.   

18  
Of cursing, as his clothes were made,  
so cursing be his spoil;  
His bowels and his bones invade,  
like water, and like oil.   

19  
About him folded let it fall,  
him as a cloak enclose;  
Or as the girdle, wherewithal  
he always girded goes.   

20  
This be mine adversaries pay,  
this from the Lord the stroke,  
On them that evil any way  
against my soul have spoke.   

21  
As thou, Lord God, for me hast stood,  
so for thy Names sake stand;  
And for thy Mercy, ever good,  
release me out of hand.   

22  
For poor afflicted I complain,  
where no relief is found;  
And stripes of sorrows silent pain,  
my soul within me wound.   

23  
As shade, at setting Sun declined,  
so I from life am gone;  
And as the Locust, with the wind▪  
change place, but pain change none.   

24  
Through fasting feeble are my knees,  
as lean as living ghost:  
For cold my cramp-shrunk sinews freeze,  
my flesh hath fatness lost.   

25  
Reproaches foot upon me treads,  
and blots my brow with shame;  
While they that see me, shake their heads,  
and make my grief their game.   

26  
Help, Lord my God, of thee I crave,  
that helper else have none:  
According to thy mercy save  
thy poore-forsaken one.   

27  
And let them know, that this thy Arm,  
that this thy hand alone,  
Could help me more than they could harm,  
that this, thou Lord, hast done.   

28  
And let them curse, but do thou bless;  
them rise, but rise to fall;  
And that their fall their shame express,  
rejoice thy servant shall.   

29  
Shame let mine adversaries bear,  
such clothing as they spin;  
And as a cloak, confusion wear,  
the winding-sheet of sin.   

30  
But to the Lord my mouth shall sing,  
and greatly render thanks:  
Shall make his highest praises ring,  
in midst of many ranks.   

31  
Who at the poors right hand will stand,  
and there his name enrol;  
With his redeemed, out of the hand  
of them that judge his soul.    

PSAL. 110. Dixit Dominus. Psalmus Davidis.  

THus to my Lord the Lord did say,  
Thy seat upon my right hand take,  
Until thine eyes behold the day,  
That I thy foes thy footstool make.   

2  
The Lord shall out of Zion send  
The Rod, that shall thy strength maintain,  
The Sceptre to thy hand commend,  
Where thou amidst thy foes shalt reign.   

3  
Thy voluntary people glad,  
That to thy power all power shall stoop,  
That day in holy beauties clad,  
Shall march in thy triumphant troop.  
Thee from the morning's womb I reared,  
Thy youth with pearls of dew beset,  
Before the Star of light appeared,  
I of my Substance did beget.   

4  
The Lord hath sworn, and having sworn,  
His oath shall no repentance check:  
" Thou art a Priest for ever borne,  
And ordered as Melchizedeck.   

5  
The Lord at thy right hand in arms,  
Through Tyrant's troops shall make thee way;  
And stand between thee and thy harms,  
To wound even Kings that wrathful day.   

6  
He shall be Judge among the Heath'n,  
And strew the street with bodies dead:  
With earth lay mighty Armies even,  
Of many Nations smite the head.   

7  
The Brook that meets him by the way,  
(His hot pursuit shall be so swift)  
His thirst shall serve him to allay:  
His head he therefore shall uplift.    

PSAL. III Confitebor tibi, Domine. Acroflichon. Halelu-jah.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ALl hearty praise, and hearts-complaints,  
to thee, Lord, will I bring:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Be 〈◊〉 in secret with the Saints,  
of in the Choir I sing.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Great are the actions of the Lord,  
and greatly after sought:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Desired of all, in whom his Word  
a true delight hath wrought.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
His glory, and his honour's praise,  
his work all works obscures:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Unto beyond the length of days,  
his Justice firm endures.  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Sums of his marvels left to be  
memorials on record:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 How full of clemency is he!  
how merciful the Lord!   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
To them that fear him hath his hand  
an un-bought portion given:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Is mindful with his Covenants band,  
for ever to make even.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Conquests of power, proud Nations spoils,  
he let his people see:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Left them and theirs, of Heathen soils  
Inheritors to be.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Made all of Truth and Judgement are  
the actions of his hands:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 No less as faithful, past compare,  
are all his Precepts bands.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
Set steadfast are they every one,  
beyond the length of days:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 How truly, how sincerely done,  
how upright in their ways.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 9  
Precovenanted Redemption came,  
his people to restore:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Sent in his holy dreadful Name,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 commanded evermore.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 10  
Right entrance, wisdom's ports into,  
to fear the Lord first lay:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 So wisely do they all that do,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 their praise shall stand for aye.    

PSAL. 112. Beatus Vir. Acroflichon. Halelu-jah.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ALl blessings bless the man, that stands  
of God the Lord in fear:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 But of delight in his commands,  
of no delight can hear.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Grow mighty shall on earth his seed,  
about his dwelling place.  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Daily shall blessings blessings breed,  
to bless the righteous race.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
His house of wealth and treasures heaped,  
shall be a house of store:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 What with his Justice he hath reaped,  
shall stand for evermore.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Such light in darkness shall arise,  
as lightens hearts upright:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Him Grace and Mercy magnifies,  
his lamp shall Justice light.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
The good man graciously proceeds,  
and bountifully lends:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 In sound advisement weighs his deeds,  
his words with Judgement spends.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Certainly his foundations frame,  
no adverse storm shall strain,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Lasting for ever shall his Name  
In memory remain.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Make him to fear the fowl event,  
none evil hearsay shall:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Not so, his heart is fixed and bend,  
●o trust the Lord withal.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
Set steadfast holds his heart his hold,  
from fear of peril free;  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 His enemies to ruin sold,  
till he in safety see.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 9  
Poor souls among his Alms are thrown,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 such Justice days and days  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Continue shall, by bounty grown,  
his Horn shall honour raise.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 10  
Repining shall the wicked see,  
this sight, and pallid ire  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Shall gnash the teeth, shall melted be  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to nought with his desire.    

PSAL. 113. Laudate puer●. Halelu-jah.  

PRaise, ye that serve the Lord, proclaim,  
sing to the Lords Name praise:   

2  
Blessed be the Lords eternal Name,  
beyond the length of days:   

3  
The Lords eternal Name be praised,  
throughout this Sun-race Round;  
From where the Eastern beams are raised,  
to where the Western bound.   

4  
The Lord is high above the Heathens,  
Commander in all lands:  
His glory is above the Heavens,  
and all their Host commands.   

5  
Who with the Lord our God compares,  
whose dwelling is on high?  
And yet on Heaven and Earth he cares,  
and daignes to cast his eye.   

6  
From dust the downcast raised he takes,  
from dung the needy clears:  
The poor, with Prince's Peers, he makes  
his people's Princes Peers.   

7  
He makes the barren dweller breed,  
and house-build-issue bring:  
A joyful mother of her seed,  
her Halelu-jah sing.   

Halelu-jah.    

PSAL. 114. In exitu Israel.  

WHen Israel out from Egypt went,  
from Pharaohs heavy hand;  
And jacob's house from bondage sent,  
had left that strange-tongued land.   

2  
His Sanctuary Judah led,  
his Sceptres Israel:   

3  
The sea that saw, gave way and fled,  
and Jordan backward fell.   

4  
The Mountains leapt, like high-fed Rams  
among the flocks of sheep:  
The little Hills, like wanton Lambs,  
like-wanton revels keep.   

5  
What ailed thee, O thou sea, to fly,  
and leave thy coral bed?  
That Jordan back thou turnedst, and why  
revolted to thy head?   

6  
Ye Mountains, that like Rams ye leapt  
among the flocks of sheep?  
Like Lambs, ye ravished Hillocks heaped,  
like-raptured revels keep?   

7  
The presence of the Lord compelled,  
the earth beyond her law:  
Of jacob's God the presence held  
the trembling earth in awe.   

8  
Which from the veins of Rocks let blood,  
his water-lakes doth bring:  
And makes into a mighty flood,  
from flint the fountain spring.    

PSAL. 115. Non nobis.  

NOt unto us, Lord, not to us,  
give glory to thy Name:  
Proclaim it for thy Mercy thus,  
thus for thy Truth proclaim.   

2  
And wherefore should the Heathens cry,  
Where is their God forsooth?   

3  
Our God is in the Heavens most high,  
and what him pleaseth, doth.   

4  
Their Idols silver are and gold,  
whose melted mass they serve;  
Work, which the hand of man doth mould,  
and curious is to carve.   

5  
A mouth they have, but speech none there,  
and eyes, but casements blind:   

6  
And ears, but ears that cannot hear,  
nor scent their noses wind.   

7  
Hands, where no sense of feeling found,  
feet, that foot never went;  
Their senseless trunks at all no sound,  
nor lungs, or throat to vent.   

8  
Like stuff to them their makers are,  
like dross of diverse dust:  
Like Saints, like Servitors compare,  
are all that in them trust.   

9  
Trust in the Lord, O Israel,  
on him their hopes who build,  
Their hopes are sure to speed them well,  
he is their help and shield.   

10  
Upon the Lord, O Aaron's house,  
your hopes foundation build,  
Such hopes find him auspicious,  
he is their help and shield.   

11  
O ye, in holy reverence,  
to fear the Lord that yield,  
In whom ye fear, put confidence,  
he is their help and shield.   

12  
The Lord to us, remembering well  
his blessing to express,  
Will bless the house of Israel,  
the house of Aaron bless.   

13  
Be ●t your state small means afford,  
sit ye in honour's seat;  
Young, old, that fear the Lord, the Lord  
will bless you, small and great.   

14  
To add to you, and to your race,  
the Lord will yet proceed,  
To multiply on you his grace,  
on you, and on your seed.   

15  
The blessed of the Lord ye are,  
his blessings ye partake:  
Your Maker, he makes you his care,  
that Heaven and Earth did make.   

16  
The Heavens, & Heaven's supremest Heaven,  
the Lord alone commands:  
The Earth to Adam's sons hath given,  
to serve him in all lands.   

17  
And though the dead, Lord, of thy praise,  
no song in silence sing:   

18  
To praise thee Lord, shall endless days  
our Halelujahs ring.   

Halelu-jah.    

PSAL. 116. Dilexi quoniam.  

I Love the Lord, that so loved me,  
my voice, my prayers to hear:   

2  
And in my days will call, for he  
to me inclined his care.   

3  
The pangs of death did wind about,  
and had beset me round:  
The straits of Hell had found me out,  
distress and grief, I found.   

4  
Upon the Lords Name than I called,  
and echoing did repeat:  
Deliver thou my soul enthralled,  
O Lord, I thee entreat.   

5  
How gracious is the Lord, and just,  
our God is merciful:   

6  
The Lord the simple keeps, from dust  
my ransomed head did pull.   

7  
Soul, to thy rest return: for why?  
the Lord hath rendered thee,   

8  
My soul from death, from tears mine eye,  
my feet from falling, free.   

9  
My walks before the Lord I make  
the lands of them that live:   

10  
I did believe, and therefore spoke,  
for greatly did I grieve.   

11  
I did, as fear and haste conceived,  
" All men are liars, say:   

12  
For bounties from the Lord received,  
what gift shall I repay?   

13  
Salvations cup will I up take,  
and on the Lords Name call:   

14  
And of my vows now payment make,  
before his people all.   

15  
His gracious Saints the Lord beholds,  
his eyes high-prize their days:  
Their death in dear account he holds,  
and with revenge repaies.   

16  
Sure, Lord, I am thy servant, one  
redeemed from hostile hands:  
Thy servant I, thy handmaids son,  
thou hast unloosed my bands.   

17  
A sacrifice of praise to thee  
my thankful heart shall frame:  
My sacrifice, O Lord, shall be  
to call upon thy Name.   

18  
My vows I to the Lord will pay,  
and put them off no more:  
But on my hearts pure altar lay  
his people all before.   

19  
Lord, in thy houses courts let me,  
these vows upon me bring;  
O Salem, in the midst of thee  
mine Halelu-jah sing.   

Halelu-jah.    

PSAL. 117. Laudate Dominum.  

O Praise the Lord, ye Gentiles all,  
throughout the earth that dwell:  
Upon his Name all Nations call,  
his praise all people tell.   

2  
For towards us his graciousness,  
his Mercies mighty store;  
And of the Lord the faithfulness,  
endures for evermore.  
Halelu-jah.    

PSAL. 118. Confitemini Domino.  

THe Lord is good, with thanks confess,  
his mercy is for ever:   

2  
Let Israel now say no less,  
his mercy faileth never.   

3  
Now Aaron's house acknowledge may  
his mercy is for ever:   

4  
Let them that fear the Lord, now say,  
his mercy faileth never.   

5  
From where in strait distress I lay,  
unto the Lord I cried:  
The Lord made answer, with my way  
about me made more wide.   

6  
The Lord for me, I fear not all  
what man can do to me:   

7  
The Lord my helpers helps, I shall  
upon my haters see.   

8  
The hopes that on the Lord are laid,  
lie safer than on man:   

9  
Our hopes the Lord can better aid,  
than powerful Princes can.   

10  
All Nations round about me came,  
conspirers for my fall:  
But in the Lords more-powerfull Name,  
I shall cut off them all.   

11  
They pressed in swarms on every side,  
on every side they swarmed:  
But, Lord, thy Name my weapon tried,  
to cut them off me armed.   

12  
Like swarms of Bees their forces linked,  
they round about me bend:  
Whom, Lord, like fire, in thorns extinct,  
thy Name shall soon prevent.   

13  
That I might fall by some offence,  
thou hast thrust at me sore:  
But yet, a hand in my defence,  
the Lord my helper, bore.   

14  
The Lord is of my strength the sum,  
the subject of my songs;  
And my salvation is become,  
to whom my life belongs.   

15  
The voice of joy and health is heard  
in tents where Justice dwells:  
The right hand of the Lord upreared,  
in fortitude excels.   

16  
The right hand of the Lord preferred,  
pre-eminence hath won;  
The right hand of the Lord upreared,  
right valiant deeds hath done.   

17  
Thy deeds in death, Lord, they that dwell,  
to light have never brought,  
I shall not die, but live to tell  
what works the Lord hath wrought.   

18  
Thy stripes, O Lord, I feel; some blood  
thy chastisement did draw:  
Yet hath not given me up for food  
to death's devouring jaw.   

19  
The gates of Justice open me,  
that I may enter there;  
And there, O Lord, confess to thee,  
that Saints thy praise may hear.   

20  
Of God the Lord this is the gate,  
the Just shall enter there:   

21  
Where thee, my Saviour, celebrate  
will I, whom thou didst hear.   

22  
The Stone the Builders did despise,  
is made head cornerstone.   

23  
And marvellous is in our eyes  
this that the Lord hath done.   

24  
This day, the Lord that gave it light,  
did unto us commend:  
This Festival, from morn to night,  
let joy and gladness spend.   

25  
Save now, O Lord, send happiness,  
Hosanna now we sing:  
Salvation, Lord, and good success;  
Hosanna to our King.   

26  
Who in the Lords Name comes, Good-speed,  
fair blessings him befall:  
We, from the Lords House, whence proceed  
all blessings, bless you all.   

27  
God is the Lord, that light affords,  
hath given us gladsome morns:  
The Host, for sacrifice, with cords  
bind to the Altars horns.   

28  
Thou art my God, I will confess,  
that hast exalted me:  
What then, my God, can I do less,  
but thy Exalter be?   

29  
O praise the Lord, beyond all bounds,  
whose goodness doth extend:  
Whose tender mercy farther sounds,  
than time shall ever end.    

PSAL. 119. Beati immaculati. Octostichon Acrostichon.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ALl blessed they, in perfect way  
that undefiled are found:  
That of their walks, the steps to stay,  
make (Lord) thy Law their bound.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
All blessed they, that all their days,  
and daily care convert,  
To keep his Testimonies ways,  
him seek with all their heart.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
As no iniquity they do,  
his ways their walking guide:  
As steadfast in his paths they go,  
than footing cannot slide.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
All thy Commandments give command,  
to do, as to discern:  
To stand to, as to understand,  
to live in, as to learn.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
Assisted, O that by thy grace  
directed were my ways;  
So should my footsteps hold their place,  
thy Statutes be my stays.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Abashed confusion should not fall,  
nor shame on me reflect:  
While unto thy Commandments all,  
I had a due respect.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
An upright heart will I prepare,  
to make thy praise discerned,  
What Judgements of thy Justice are,  
when I have truly learned.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
All my observance will I make,  
thy Statutes how to keep:  
O do not utterly forsake  
thy wand'ring pasture-sheep.    

BETH.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 BY what means may a young best,  
be sure to cleanse his way:  
But on thy says to set his rest,  
thy Word his warrant lay?   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Before all search, with all my heart,  
as I have sought for thee;  
So from thy Precepts paths depart,  
and wander let not me.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Bound and laid up my heart within,  
thy sayings have I hid:  
Against thee that I might not sin,  
nor do, as they forbid.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Beyond our blessings highest reach,  
O Lord thou blessed art:  
O teach me what thy Statutes teach,  
their paths to me impart.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
By utterance have my lips not spared,  
their loudest notes to strain:  
The Judgements of thy mouth declared,  
made all their sentence plain.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Bend on thy Testimonies way,  
much more did I rejoice,  
Than they in store that riches lay,  
the pride of all their choice.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Before all studies, early, late,  
by setting all essays:  
Thy Precepts will I meditate,  
and well respect thy ways.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
But in thy Statutes, no delight  
where, else, my heart to set:  
Because thy Says are so upright,  
them shall I not forget.    

GIMEL.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 GIve to thy servant this reward,  
this favour me afford,  
That living, though beset so hard,  
I may observe thy Word.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Grown dark of sight, my veil withdraw,  
the mysteries unfold,  
That these mine eyes may of thy Law,  
the wondrous things behold.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Great stranger I, and wanting light,  
on earth in darkness stray:  
Hide not thy Precepts from my sight,  
the LYRE to lead my way.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Ground is my soul, and broken small,  
inflamed is my desire:  
At all times, mine affections all,  
thy Judgements set on fire.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
Given up, the proud dost thou forsake,  
whom though thy check defer;  
The curse at length shall overtake,  
that from thy Precepts err.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Grown in reproach, upon me crept,  
●eld in contempt to be;  
Thy Testimonies having kept,  
O keep these shames from me.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Great Princes sat, and framed their style,  
some fault with me to find:  
But on thy Statutes all the while,  
thy servant sets his mind.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
Good cause, no other joy invites  
my better-settled care:  
Thy Testimonies my delights,  
my men of counsel are.    

DALETH.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Down cast, and cleaving to the dust,  
my soul draws near the death;  
According as thy Word is just,  
revive my dying breath.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Declared my ways to thee I have,  
and answer had of thee:  
Instruction only this, I crave,  
thy Statutes teach thou me.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Direct me how to understand,  
what way thy Precepts hold:  
My Meditations, of thy hand  
the wonders shall unfold.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Dejected soul, so much I grieve,  
mine eyes drop showers of rain:  
According to thy Word relieve,  
and raise me up again.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
Deceits false way from me withdraw,  
put lying ways away;  
And graciously give me thy Law,  
to be my faithful stay.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Disposer of my feet, the way  
of faithfulness I chose:  
Thy Judgements I before me lay,  
and for my guides propose.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Drawn from thy Testimonies now,  
whereto I cleave so fast:  
I cannot shrink; upon my brow,  
Lord, let not shame be cast.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Directly in the way will I  
of thy Commandments run:  
Mine heart when thou shalt amplify,  
till grace the Goal have won.    

HERALD  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 HOw! teach me, Lord, thy Statutes way,  
the way to apprehend,  
That make it all my care I may,  
to keep it to the end.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Hide not my understandings light,  
that I may keep thy Law:  
From all delights shall this delight  
mine heart's observance draw.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
How I may tread thy Precepts path,  
instruct me in the way:  
For pleasure else mine heart none hath,  
no joy, but there to stay.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Hold in my heart, inclined to heed  
thy Testimonies will;  
And not on Avarice to feed,  
still fed, yet famished still.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
Hence, hence mine eyes from pleasures hook,  
un-tempted, turn away:  
Lest after vanity they look,  
revive me in thy way.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Here let thy Word performance bear,  
to me thy servant past:  
On whom, devoted to thy fear,  
thy promised favour cast.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Hold off reproach, which in my way,  
I am afraid hath stood:  
For say, what sinful tongues can say,  
yet are thy Judgements good.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
How to observe thy Precepts bounds,  
lo, my delights aspire:  
As Justice now in thee abounds,  
O quicken my desire.    

VAV.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 WIth thy kind Mercy come to me,  
and be propitious, Lord,  
O make me thy Salvation see,  
according to thy Word.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
What else to answer shall I have,  
to mouths that me upbraid;  
But that my trust, which they deprave,  
upon thy Word is laid?   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Withdraw not from my mouth this scope,  
the Word of Truth to urge:  
Because thy Judgements are my hope,  
thy Truth's contemners scourge.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Unto for ever in thy Law,  
my life then will I spend;  
And till this breath I cease to draw,  
my service never end.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
Within a spacious room forth brought,  
shall I be walking found:  
Because thy Precepts I have sought,  
whereon my steps to ground.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Were Kings in presence, I would speak  
thy Testimonies praise:  
Nor shame to say, Yield Kingdoms weak,  
stoop Sceptres to his Says.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
With thy Commandments, my delight  
shall (all delights above)  
Stand best delighted, in my sight  
sole objects of my love.  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Up-lifted palms will I outstretch,  
thy Precepts to embrace;  
And on thy Statutes, what they ●each,  
my meditation place.    

ZAIN.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 SUre promise to thy servant past,  
as steadfast bear in mind:  
That where my hopes thou settled haste,  
performance I may ●ind.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Sound comfort yet in this I take,  
afflicted when I see,  
All other succours me forsake,  
thy saying quickens me.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Scorn did the proud, and much deride  
this serious course of mine:  
Yet from thy Precepts, for their pride,  
my feet did not decline.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Such Judgements hast thou done of old,  
as when I call to mind,  
My courage (Lord) grows then more bold,  
and comfort thence I find.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
Strait hold on me did horror take,  
when wicked men I saw;  
And seeing, soon I did forsake  
forsakers of thy Law.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Songs have thy Statutes been to me,  
whose Ditties I repeat;  
And in this Dorter sing to thee,  
my Pilgrimages seat.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Sitting in darkness of the night,  
thy Name, when others slept,  
Have I remembered: my delight,  
thy Law (Lord) have I kept.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
Success, what ever me befall,  
these benefits I reaped:  
This was to me, thy Precepts all,  
because I duly kept.    

HETH.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 HAve who that will such heaps up-laid,  
as worldly wealth affords:  
My Portion, Lord (as I have said)  
is to observe thy words.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Heartily I besought thy face,  
with earnest zeal I prayed:  
And but performance of thy grace,  
thy promised Mercy stayed.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Heedfully thought I on my ways,  
what way I held most meet:  
And to thy Testimonies stays,  
I turned my stayless feet.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Haste made I to avoid neglect,  
to cut off all delay:  
As thy Commandments shall direct,  
to walk no other way.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
Hindered by wicked robbers bands,  
that make my goods their prey,  
Yet have I not in safer hands,  
thy Law forgot to lay.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
How oft at midnight do I rise,  
to praise thee on my knees:  
Because thy Judgements are the eyes,  
wherewith thy Justice sees!   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Hold all with me in friendship's bands,  
in fear of thee that stand:  
Observers all of thy commands,  
my service may command.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
How far, O Lord, thy mercy's reach,  
when earth is filled thereby!  
O teach me what thy Statutes teach,  
to follow, what to fly.    

TETH.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 THy promise stands for good, O Lord,  
which thou thyself hast bound:  
The like performance of thy Word,  
have I thy servant found.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
To me let thy Instruction give  
good Judgement, to discern:  
As in thy Precepts I believe,  
thence knowledge let me learn.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Till wise affliction crossed my way,  
I held mine own accord:  
My heart un-humbled, went astray,  
but now I keep thy Word.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
That thou art good, I find it still,  
and to do good, inclined▪  
Thy Statutes learn me to fulfil;  
this good, O let me find.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
The proud against me forged a lie,  
a falsehood for my fall:  
But with mine heart entire do I  
observe thy Precepts all.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Their peace and plenty them invite,  
their heart is fat as grease:  
But in thy Law is my delight,  
my plenty, and my peace.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
These faults are fruits of fairer days,  
affliction did me good:  
For thence I learn thy Statutes ways  
are truly'st understood.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
The Law that from thy mouth proceeds,  
more good to me assigns;  
And treasures more, than millions breeds  
of gold and silver Mynes.    

JOD.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Inspired, and fashioned by thy hand,  
this spirit ere death withdraws,  
O make me made to understand,  
that I may learn thy Laws.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
In them that fear thee, when they see  
what fruit my hopes afford:  
Shall joy of heart join hopes with me,  
that wait upon thy Word.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
I know, O Lord (although severe)  
thy Judgements are upright:  
Thy faithfulnesses stripes I bear,  
thy hand doth justly smite.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
In thy kind mercies free accord,  
such comfort on me cast,  
As to thy servant, on thy Word,  
by promise is forepast.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
In tender mercies come to me,  
and quicken up my spirits,  
That I may live: revived by thee,  
thy Law is my delights.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Infamous shame on them be laid,  
that proudly me abuse:  
That perversely my truth upbraid,  
that on thy Precepts muse.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
In holy fear such as are grown,  
thy followers fit to be,  
Thy Testimonies have they known,  
let them return to me.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
In thy Decrees, confirmed by thee,  
O let my heart be sound,  
And so my face, that all may see,  
shall never shame confound.    

CAPH.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 COncerning thy salvations stay,  
my soul lies at receipt:  
And fainting after long delay,  
upon thy Word I wait.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Consumed, to see thy promise fail,  
now, fail mine eyes to see:  
O say, when shall thy Says prevail,  
when come, to comfort me?   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Clung, like a bottle in the smoke,  
dried up, and waxen old:  
Thy Statutes bounds I have not broke,  
nor them forgot to hold.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Cast up thy servants sum of days,  
how many are they all:  
On them that persecute my ways,  
when will thy Judgements fall?   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
Close have the proud for me digged pits,  
my life from me to draw:  
Where fraud with force in ambush sits,  
which suits not with thy Law.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Commandments all thou giv'st are true,  
in faithfulness agree:  
With falsehood do they me pursue,  
pursued, O rescue me.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Consumed on earth, but little less  
than life from me they took:  
Thy Precepts in this deep distress,  
yet have I not forsook.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
Call back my lives low-ebbing tide,  
as Mercy flows from thee:  
And, what thy mouth hath testified,  
shall be observed by me.    

LAMED.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 LOng since before the Heavens were laid,  
thy Word for ever sure;  
In Heaven, than Heaven, more steadfast stayed,  
(Eternal) shall endure.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Lasting thy Truth to Age and Age,  
thy Word a faithful band:  
The Earth's foundations didst thou gauge,  
and steadfast shall it stand.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Laws for their revolutions bounds,  
are compassed by thy care:  
This day they stand thy Judgements grounds,  
for all thy servants are.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Led not thy Law my whole delights,  
with cares so many crossed,  
In mine afflictions cloudy nights,  
my comforts had been lost.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
Let be, what ever be my let,  
were strife itself that strived,  
Thy Laws I never shall forget,  
by them, by thee, revived.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Lose, leave me not, for I am thine,  
save, but whom thou hast bought:  
For with this ransomed soul of mine,  
thy Precepts have I sought.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Laid have for me the wicked wait,  
to see my soul destroyed:  
But on thy Testimonies weight,  
my studies were employed.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
Lost in themselves Perfections all,  
mine eyes have seen to end:  
But thy Commandments (sums though small)  
exceeding broad extend.    

MEM.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 MY souls sole object, motive strong,  
Lord, how I love thy Law!  
My Meditation all day long,  
the loadstone to withdraw.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Much wiser than mine enemies,  
thy Precepts I fulfil;  
And thou by them hast made me wise,  
for they are with me still.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
More than my Teachers am I taught,  
a higher skill to reach:  
Thy Testimonies are my thought,  
my Teachers thus I teach.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Much deeper wisdom have I found,  
than Ages shallow deep:  
The Elders are not so profound,  
while I thy Precepts keep.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
My feet from every evil way,  
for this have I refrained:  
That from the Rules I might not stray,  
within thy Word contained.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
My Judgement thine hath not declined,  
to ponder in my thought:  
To practise what I bear in mind,  
to do, as thou hast taught.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Much sweetness in thy words thou hast,  
to slake my palate's drought;  
More pleasant in my throat they taste,  
than honey in my mouth.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
Minding thy Precepts for my stay,  
I understanding get:  
And therefore hate I every way  
that falsehood hath fore-set.    

NUN.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 NOw, dangers where on earth I meet,  
and darksome shades of night:  
Thy Word a lantern to my feet,  
and to my path gives light.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Now I have sworn, perform I will,  
at no time to neglect,  
Thy righteous Judgements to fulfil,  
as Justice shall direct.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
No means in mine affliction, Lord,  
now overworn with woe:  
O quicken me, as by thy Word  
thou hast assured to do.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
None but free-offrings in good part,  
Lord, from my mouth accept;  
And teach me how within my heart,  
thy Judgements may be kept.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
No day my soul but in my hand,  
with deadly snares beset,  
To do, as doth thy Law command,  
yet do I not forget.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
near to my way, at unawares,  
the wicked laid their snare:  
Yet careless I of other cares,  
thy Precepts made my care.  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 None but thy Testimonies took  
for mine Inheritance:  
For ever, as on them I look,  
mine heart for joy doth dance.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
No days but in thy Laws to spend,  
till life from me depart;  
And to perform them to the end,  
have I inclined my heart.    

SAMECH.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 SEducers vain my hatred move,  
my heart from them to draw:  
But as I love thy Law, I love  
observance of thy Law.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Secret thou art to me, and shield,  
to keep thy promise, just:  
To thee my hopes their service yield,  
and to thy Word I trust.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Such as in evil ways have trod,  
my paths approach not me:  
To keep the Precepts of my God,  
while I mine heart apply.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Sustain thou me, that I may live,  
to make thy promise good:  
Let not my hopes made frustrate, give  
my head a shameful hood.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
Secure my health, I shall be bold  
of safety in thy sight;  
And in chief price continual hold  
thy Statutes my delight.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Such fugitives thou treadest down all,  
as from thy Statutes stray:  
Deceitfully from thee they fall,  
for falsehood is their way.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
So from the earth the wicked are  
as dross by thee removed:  
I therefore have with purer care  
thy Testimonies loved.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
Such horror in my flesh for thee,  
to feel I am afraid:  
And so severe thy Judgements be,  
that I am sore dismi●'d.    

GNAIIN.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 HAve Judgement I, and Justice done,  
unjustly judged to stand!  
O let me not be over-gone  
by mine oppressors hand.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Hold surety for thy servants good,  
become sufficient bail;  
And let not mine oppressors proud,  
to my reproach prevail.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Have not mine eyes bid many a storm,  
for thy Salvation worn;  
And when thy Justice would perform  
thy promise long forborn?   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Hold on, in mercy to proceed,  
so with thy servant deal:  
That what thy Statutes have decreed,  
to me thou mayst reveal.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
Here I thy servant, make me sound  
in understanding grow;  
And on thy Testimonies ground,  
my grain of knowledge sow.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
High time is, Lord, they be destroyed,  
thy vengeful sword to draw,  
To make their lawless labours void,  
that have made void thy Law.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
How precious I thy Precepts hold,  
and therefore love them more  
Than gold, above the finest gold,  
tried from the richest Ore.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
How I esteem thy Precepts right,  
that always truth relate!  
And I, that in the truth delight,  
always of falsehood hate.    

PE.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 PRofound, and marvellously deep  
thy Testimonies are:  
Them, as they well deserve to keep,  
my soul hath therefore care.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Port-opened of thy words gives light,  
giveth light that ever lives;  
And understandings piercing sight,  
to simpl● people gives.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Panting with open mouth, a draught  
I thirsted sore to prove;  
And made the Precepts thou hadst taught,  
the winepress of my love.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Proceed, but so, as Mercies eye  
in Judgement me behold,  
With those, that on thy Names supply,  
by love have taken hold.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
Put in thy Word, my steps direct,  
and place them every where,  
That never wickedness deject,  
nor rule above me bear.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Protect me from oppressing man,  
for my redemption pay,  
That do what earthly pressure can,  
thy Precepts keep I may.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Procure thy countenances light,  
on me thy servant shine;  
And in thy Statutes lesson right  
these tutored steps of mine.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
Poured out in grief that drowns mine eyes,  
my tears like rivers flow▪  
Thy Law when men I see despise,  
and in contempt to grow.    

TSADE.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 SO just thou Lord art in thy deeds,  
thy promise to acquit:  
To sentence when thy mouth proceeds,  
then are thy Judgements right.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Such charge thy Testimonies charge,  
that Justice should attend;  
Thy promises performed at large,  
thy faithfulness commend.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Surprised I was with burning zeal,  
that on my bosom preys:  
That my distressors so should deal,  
as to forget thy Says.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
So pure thy Word, as much resined  
the metal tried by fire:  
And thereupon thy servants mind,  
hath set his hearts desire.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
Small am I much, and much despised,  
as much affect I not:  
With me thy Precepts highly prized,  
so have I not forgot.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Such Justice is thy Justice tried,  
as evermore remains,  
A righteous and a faithful guide,  
thy Law the Truth contains.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Straitness and anguish found my spirits,  
fast hold on me to get:  
Yet are thy Precepts those delights,  
whereon my heart is set.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
Such Justice, such eternal Right  
thy Testimonies give:  
O give me understandings light,  
that I may learn to live.    

COPH.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 CRying, with heart entire I cried,  
hear, Lord, and answer make:  
To keep thy Statutes for my guide,  
then will I undertake.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Calling upon thee, did I call,  
from dangers deepest deep;  
Be thou my Saviour, and I shall  
thy Testimonies keep.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Crying, the twilight I prevent,  
my call called up the day:  
To wait on thee was mine intent,  
upon thy Word to stay.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Could any eyes by watching late,  
like watch to mine have kept,  
Upon thy Word to meditate,  
that waked, when others slept?   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
Can thy great mercy's ear less do,  
than hear my voice complain?  
Thy Judgement, Lord, according to,  
O quicken me again.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Close-followed by a wicked crew,  
how near to me they draw!  
In mischief they that me pursue,  
are far off from thy Law.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Can duty, can default be done,  
but thou, O Lord, art near?  
Truth are thy Precepts every one,  
all thy Commandments clear.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
Continued are (I know) of old  
thy Testimonies says:  
That thou hast founded them to hold  
beyond the length of days.    

RESH.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 REgard what pressures I sustain,  
weigh, and their weight withdraw;  
Release me, that for all my pain,  
have not forgot thy Law.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Right thou my cause that comes to thee,  
oppressed and hard withstood:  
Redeem thou me, and quicken me,  
to make thy saying good.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Removed is from the wicked far  
Salvation, them she flies,  
That with thy Statutes, tongues to jar,  
to seek them, have no eyes.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Repeat thy many mercies great,  
how canst thou them refrain?  
Thy wont Judgements, Lord, repeat,  
to quicken me again.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
Ready my Persecutors are,  
oppressors many mine;  
Drawn from thy Testimonies care,  
yet did I not decline.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Revolting sinners how I saw,  
I sorrow to record;  
How perversely they break thy Law,  
and have not kept thy Word.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Respect thy Precepts how I love,  
to quicken zeals desire:  
Let, Lord, thy loving kindness prove,  
thy mercy blow the fire.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
Right entrance to thy Word, truth gives,  
and endless as it grows,  
For ever every Judgement lives,  
that from thy Justice flows.    

SCHIN.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 SUppressors of my harmless head,  
together Princes draw:  
But of thy Word than of their deed,  
my heart stands more in awe.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
So much thy Word is my delight,  
as after care and toil,  
When from the vanquished foe in flight,  
the Victor bears the spoil.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Sworn foe I am professed to fraud,  
and falsehood I detest;  
Yet doth my love thy Law applaud,  
and there sets up my rest.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Seven times, ere one day's Sun descend,  
to praise thee forth I break,  
Thy righteous Judgements to commend,  
and of their Justice speak.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Such peace is given in recompense,  
to them that love thy Law:  
No stumbling-blocke shall give offence,  
no danger them withdraw.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Salvation, Lord, my hope attends,  
for thine attends alone;  
And dreadless of distrustful ends,  
thy Precepts have I done.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Safe in my soul, my soul's delight,  
thy Testimonies lie;  
And them have I observed aright,  
and loved exceedingly.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
Strictly thy Laws are kept by me,  
and Testimonies thine:  
To thee no ways can ever be  
(I know) unknown of mine.    

THAV.  

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 TO thee let my complaint come near,  
and lie before thee, Lord:  
O give me understanding clear,  
according to thy Word.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
The supplication in thy sight,  
that I prefer, accept;  
And let thy promise be upright,  
in my deliverance kept.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Then as a fountains fluent spring,  
my lips shall utter praise,  
My tutored steps when thou shalt bring,  
to walk thy Statutes ways.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Then of thy Word my tongue shall sound  
a Psalm, that shall entreat:  
For just are all thy Precepts found,  
as Justice is their seat.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
To help me let thy hand prevail,  
when perils me oppose:  
For (leaving other helps that fail)  
thy Precepts have I chose.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
To have of thy Salvation sight,  
Lord, I have longed full sore;  
And in thy Law so I delight,  
I shall desire no more.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Then let my soul but live so long,  
this ground till I have laid,  
To make thy praise fill up my song,  
to get thy Judgements aid.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
Thy wand'ring servant gone astray,  
as shepherd, his lost sheep,  
O seek, so mindful in thy way,  
thy Precepts pressed to keep.    

PSAL. 120. Ad Dominum, cum tribul. Canticum Graduum.  

IN my distresses anguish,  
When I did lie and languish,  
Upon the Lord I called:  
No longer he deferred me,  
But at mine instance heard me,  
From where I lay enthralled.   

2  
My soul, O Lord, deliver  
From lips of lies the quiver,  
And from a double tongue:   

3  
False tongue, what gives it to thee?  
What profit shall it do thee,  
When thy fell sting hath stung?   

4  
Sharp arrows are less cruel,  
No Juniper, like fuel:  
So deadly are they not,  
As are those forked quarrels,  
As are those wildfire barrels,  
The tongues malignant shot.   

5  
Now, woe is me, these dangers,  
Mor● strange to me then strangers,  
That exiled life re-sents:  
Against my will constrain me,  
With Meshech to contain me,  
And dwell in Kedars Tents.   

6  
My soul hath too long resting,  
With him, that peace detesting,  
Is ever malcontent:  
I am for peace, that love it,  
And when my speeches move it,  
for war then are they bend.    

PSAL. 121. Levavi oculos. Canticum Graduum.  

UP to the Hills I lift mine eyes,  
from whence will come mine aid:   

2  
From, with the Lord come my supplies,  
which Heavens and Earth hath laid.   

3  
He will not suffer thee to slide,  
thy foot to tread awry:  
He will not give, that slumber hide  
thy keepers wakeful eye.   

4  
Lo, him that keepeth Israel,  
shall Israel's keeper keep,  
That on his eye no slumber dwell,  
his eyelid lodge no sleep.   

5  
The Lord, the Lord thy keeper is,  
his helpes at thy right hand,  
To shade thee, spread those wings of his,  
to lead thee, ready stand.   

6  
So thee, with scorching heat by day,  
the Sunbeams shall not smite;  
Nor shall the Moon thy vigour slay,  
with vapours of the night.   

7  
The Lord shall thy preserver be,  
that thou no evil have;  
And keep thy soul, that over thee  
no sting be in the grave.   

8  
Yea, go thou out, or come thou in,  
the Lord shall keep the door;  
Be with thee from thou dost begin,  
protect thee evermore.    

PSAL. 122. Laetatus sum. Canticum Graduum Davidis.  

IT was my joy, amidst our woe,  
to hear the people say:  
When to the Lords House we shall go,  
O times too long delay!   

2  
Our feet, in our oppressed estates,  
which press a stranger land,  
As heretofore within thy gates,  
to see (O Salem) stand.   

3  
Jerusalem is so exact,  
a City of such site:  
Her stately structures so compact,  
her to herself unite.   

4  
And thither do the Tribes frequent,  
Tribes of the Lord ascend,  
To Israel's TESTIMONY sent,  
the Lords Name to commend.   

5  
There are the Thrones for Judgement set,  
Thrones, where that Royal seed,  
The sons that David shall beget,  
for ever shall succeed.   

6  
O pray we for Jerusalem,  
her quiet may increase:  
And may fair peace as well love them,  
that love fair Salems' peace.   

6  
Within thy walls let peace be still,  
and trusty Warder stand▪  
Thy palaces let plenty fill,  
with prosper-making hand.   

8  
My brethren and companions loves,  
compassion move in me:  
Compassion like condition moves,  
now speak I peace to thee.   

9  
And seeing Salems' Temple here,  
where Sion-Mount I see;  
This House the Lord our God holds dear,  
I will seek good to thee.    

PSAL. 123. Ad te levavi. Canticum Graduum.  

TO thee, that sittest above the skies,  
that Heaven's in-dweller art,  
I lift up my submissive eyes,  
from valleys of my heart.   

2  
Lo, as upon their Master's hand,  
the servants eyes depend:  
As on her Mistress' command,  
a maiden's eyes attend;  
Upon the Lord our God our eyes,  
so waiting are intent,  
Until his Grace's free supplies,  
in Mercy us prevent.   

3  
In Mercy, us (O Lord) exempt,  
thy Mercy make appear:  
For we are filled with much contempt,  
more than our hearts can bear.   

4  
Our soul is cloyed above the crown,  
we bear beyond our might:  
With scorn the wealthy weigh us down;  
the proud, with high despite.    

PSAL. 124. Nisi quia Dominus. Canticum Graduum Davidis.  

EXcept the Lord for us had been,  
may Israel now say:   

2  
Had not the Lord their pride fore-seen,  
whose powers against us lay:   

3  
Than had they swallowed us alive,  
when kindled was their rage,  
In vain had been for us to strive,  
their fury to assuage.   

4  
The floods had drowned us every one,  
so fiercely did they flow:  
Above our soul the surge had gone,  
so mighty did it grow.   

5  
We had been covered in this cloud,  
the waters proud-controule,  
The swelling waters of the proud  
had over-gone our soul.   

6  
Blest be the Lord, that them withstood,  
and frustrate sent away;  
That hath not given our guiltless blood  
unto their teeth a prey.   

7  
Our soul is as a bird escaped  
out of the Fowler's snare:  
The snare is broke that us entraped,  
and we delivered are.   

8  
The help, whereon our hopes depend,  
is in th' Eternals Name:  
He that our help to us doth send,  
the Heavens and Earth did frame.    

PSAL. 125. Qui confidunt. Canticum Graduum.  

WHoso commend their trust approved,  
unto the Lords command,  
Shall, as Mount Zion, not be moved,  
but fast for ever stand.   

2  
Jerusalem is walled with Hills,  
so bounds the Lord his ground;  
And evermore the Compass fills,  
about his people round.   

3  
For wickednesses rod shall not  
upon the Just abutt;  
Lest thence to draw a wicked lot,  
the Just their hands forth put.   

4  
As all good gifts thou dost confer,  
Lord, to the good do good;  
And, righteous as thou art, prefer  
the upright-hearted brood.   

5  
But such, as to their crooked vain  
revolt, the Lord shall lead,  
With them that evil work with pain:  
" Peace be on Israel's head.    

PSAL. 126. In convertendo. Canticum Graduum.  

WHen Zion (Babel's captive) thence  
the Lord did home redeem:  
Our ravished hopes, scarce trusting sense,  
we were like them that dream.   

2  
Our mouth was filled with laughter, then  
for joy no tongue but sings:  
The heathens could say, for these good men  
the Lord hath done great things.   

3  
Great things indeed, and many too,  
for us, as well appears;  
The Lord hath magnified, to do,  
to joy hath turned our tears.   

4  
Turn, Lord, as welcome showers of rain,  
refresh the Deserts drought;  
Our captive Remnant turn again,  
like Torrents from the South.   

5  
They that in furrows filled with tears,  
the seed of sorrow sow,  
When Harvest comes of laden ears,  
a joyful crop shall mow.   

6  
He going goes, and weeps to see,  
what deere-bought seed he leaves:  
Home-comming comes, as joyful he,  
and (shouting) bears his sheaves.    

PSAL. 127. Nisi Dominus. Canticum Graduum Solomonis.  

EXcept the Lord the house do build,  
vain toil the builder takes:  
Except the Lord the City shield,  
in vain the Warder wakes.   

2  
As vain it is, ye early rise,  
late hours of rest ye keep,  
To eat the bread that sorrow buys,  
while his beloved sleep.   

3  
Lo, children are an heritage,  
a gift the Lord bestows:  
Fruit that revives the father's age,  
rewards the mother's throws.   

4  
The arrows from the Mighties hand,  
with no such terror go,  
As go the sons of youth, to stand  
against the father's foe.   

5  
Blest is the man, that of such shot  
hath stored his quiver full;  
Within the gate, their foes shall not  
reproach upon them pull.    

PSAL. 128. Beati omnes qui. Canticum Graduum.  

ALl happiness, who ever thou art,  
attend upon thy days,  
To fear the Lord that framest thy heart,  
thy feet, to walk his ways.   

2  
The labour of thy hands, thy mess  
of savoury meat shall be:  
Thee, and thy dwelling place to bless,  
shall goodness dwell with thee.   

3  
Thy wise, as spreads the fruitful Vine,  
thy houses sides shall bond:  
Thy sons, like Olive-plants, shall twine  
about thy Table round.   

4  
These blessings lo, and many more,  
this life shall here afford;  
And better far there are in store,  
for them that fear the Lord.   

5  
Such happiness the Lord to thee  
shall out of Zion give:  
The God of Salem shalt thou see,  
while thou hast day to live.   

6  
And ended ere thy days shall be,  
thy seed to prosper well:  
Thy children's children shalt thou see,  
and peace on Israel.    

PSAL. 129. Saepe expugnaverunt. Canticum Graduum.  

AGainst me my distressors' power  
hath done the worst they may:  
From since my youth began to flower,  
may Israel now say:   

2  
Afflictions on my head to sling,  
full oft have they assailed,  
Against me, from my youthful spring,  
yet have they not prevailed.   

3  
The plowers ploughed upon my back,  
and made their furrows long:   

4  
The Lord the Just, yet cut the Rock  
the wicked made so strong.   

5  
Let soul confusion on them light,  
and send them back with shame,  
That look at Zion in despite,  
as haters of her Name.   

6  
Let them be as the grass that grows,  
upon the houses top:  
Which withreth ere the sith it mows,  
and leaves an empty crop.   

7  
Whose seed un-rooted in the land,  
is fed with fruitless sap;  
Which neither fills the mower's hand,  
nor jades the binder's lap.   

8  
So as no passer by shall say,  
The Lord give good success:  
The Name of God the Lord (we pray)  
you and your labour bless.    

PSAL. 130. De profundis. Cantic●m Graduum.  

OUt of the deeps that thou mayst hear,  
Lord, my complaints repair:   

2  
Lord, hear my voice, and let thine ear  
attend my voices prayer.   

3  
Our sins if thou, O Lord, shouldst sum,  
and mark, where we have miss:  
When thy revengeful stroke shall come,  
who, Lord, shall then subsist?   

4  
But by forgiveness of our sin,  
thy mercy hath appeared:  
And, as our love thy Judgements win,  
thy mercy makes thee feared.   

5  
I earnestly expect the Lord,  
expect his promise just:  
My soul hath waited for his Word,  
wherein my hopes put trust.   

6  
My soul upon the Lord depends,  
attends for her dispatch;  
More than for morn the watch attends,  
more than for morn the watch.   

7  
With confidence let Israel,  
attend the Lord therefore:  
For with the Lord doth Mercy dwell,  
with him redemption store.   

8  
And Israel redeem he shall,  
and make him freedom win,  
From all his sorrow's bonds, from all  
his sorrow-breeding sin.    

PSAL. 131. Domine non est. Canticum Graduum Davidis.  

A Haughty heart, high-looking eyes,  
O Lord, I never brook:  
I wade not in deep mysteries,  
nor after marvels look.   

2  
I stilled my soul, and made it mild,  
as from the mother's breasts,  
A weanling, as a weanling child,  
my soul in silence rests.  
Trust in the Lord, his time attend,  
O jacob's family:  
Attend his time, that hath no end,  
from now, eternally.    

PSAL. 132. Memento, Domine. Canticum Graduum.  

OF David, and his troublous days,  
be mindful, Lord, and how   

2  
To jacob's mighty Lord he pays  
his oaths solemnised vow.   

3  
Nor tent, nor house, my harbour be,  
repose my bed forbids:   

4  
To sleep, mine eyes shall pardon me,  
to slumber, mine eyelids.   

5  
Until a dwelling place I find,  
where may the Lord remain,  
The Mighty One of jacob's kind,  
a house to entertain.   

6  
Lo●, Ephrata we understood,  
thereof good tidings yields:  
At length, we found it in the wood,  
in Kirjath-jears fields.   

7  
Within his house we will go meet,  
and there assembled all;  
Before his footstool, at his feet  
bow down ourselves, and fall.   

8  
Arise, O Lord, into thy rest  
return, to dwell at length;  
In Salem, sometime Silo's guest,  
thou, and thy Ark of strength.   

9  
Let be (that thine they may be known)  
thy Priests with Justice clothed:  
And (seeking thee more than their own)  
thy Saints to joy betrothed.   

10  
And for thy servant David's sake,  
turn not the face away  
Of thine Anointed: Sovereign's make  
his seed, his Sceptre sway.   

11  
The Lord in Truth to David swore,  
and will not turn from it:  
Fruit of thy womb will I prepare  
upon thy Throne to sit.   

12  
My Covenant if thy sons retain,  
my Testimonies heed;  
Thy sons perpetually shall reign,  
and on thy Throne succeed.   

13  
For as the Lord loves Zion best,  
his liking is so great,  
That her, he hath above the rest,  
selected for his seat.   

14  
This is my rest, a longer space,  
than Sun shall lend his light,  
Perpetual here my dwelling place,  
here my desired delight.   

15  
Her victuals blessing will I bless,  
her poor with bread suffice:   

16  
Her Priests in pure Salvation dress,  
her Saints shall joy surprise.   

17  
There will I make the Horn upright,  
to bud on David's head:  
A lamp for mine Anointed light,  
throughout all lands to spread.   

18  
His enemies shall shame befall,  
and wove the web they wear:  
Up on his head while flourish shall  
the Crown that he shall bear.    

PSAL. 133. Ecce quam bonum. Canticum Graduum Davidis.  

BEhold how good it is, how pleasing well,  
that there dwell unity, where Brethren dwell:   

2  
The precious odour did not sweeter smell,  
When on the head, the holy Oil that fell,  
As down the beard, down Aaron's beard it went,  
Perfumed the border of his Vestiment▪   

3  
So fall the pearly gems from Hermon H●ll,  
On Zion Mountains so the dews distil;  
And either's fields with rich embroidry fill,  
Powdering they're unshorn locks with various skill:  
For there, the Lords command the blessing bound,  
And brethren's love with life eternal crowned.    

PSAL. 134. Ecce nunc benedicite. Canticum Graduum.  

BEhold, praise ye the Lord all ye,  
observers of his Rites,  
That servants in the Lord's House be,  
before him stand by nights.   

2  
There, where his Sanctuary stands,  
to sanctify his Name:  
To bless the Lord, up-lifted hands,  
let hearts low-humbled frame.   

3  
And he, whose blessings over-shade  
the Hill of Holiness:  
The Lord, that heavens and earth hath made,  
thee out of Zion bless.    

PSAL. 135. Laudate nomen Domini. Halelu-jah.  

SIng Halelu-jah, praise th' Eternals Name,  
Ye servants of the Lord, set forth his praise:   

2  
That to the Lords House stand, his praise proclaim,  
In our God's Houses Courts that spend your days.   

3  
Praise JAH: The Lord is good, as then is meet,  
Sing Psalms unto his Name, so pleasing sweet,   

4  
For to himself the Lord hath Jacob chose,  
And his chief treasure Israel accounts.   

5  
Great is the Lord, my knowledge can disclose:  
And that our Lord all other gods surmounts.   

6  
What will the Lord have done: his will alone  
In heavens, Earth, Seas, and all the Deeps is done.   

7  
From earth's extremes he makes the clouds ascend,  
His fires and waters on the air he flings;  
In lightning-shot, and showers of rain to spend,  
The wind out of his treasuries he brings:   

8  
And branded Egypt bore his fury's note,  
Whose firstborn all, from man to beast he smote.   

9  
His signs and wonders here and there he sent,  
Hard hearted Egypt, in the midst of thee,  
On Pharaoh's head, and all his servants spent:  
Yet who so blind, as they that would not see:  
His signs and wonders, sent and spent in vain,  
Nor Pharaoh's nor his servants pride restrain.   

10  
He smote great Nations, mighty Kings he slew.   

11  
As Heshbons Sehon, King of Amorites;  
And Ghog the King of Bashan overthrew,  
With all the Kingdoms of the Canaanites!   

12  
And dispossessed them of their land, to bless,  
And give his people Israel to possess.   

13  
Thy Name, O Lord, is ever permanent,  
Thy memory, Lord, is to age and age:   

14  
The Lord will judge his people, and repent  
To execute the rigour of his rage:  
His servants faults as ready to forbear,  
As to their foes in his revenge severe.   

15  
The Heathens Idols silver are and gold,  
Work of man's hand, their maker's worth beneath;   

16  
Mouths, eyes, ears, noses, can their maker's mould;   

17  
But cannot make them speak, see, hear, nor breathe:   

18  
Vain Idoll-mongers, like your Idols just,  
That Idols make, or in made Idols trust.   

19  
O bless the Lord ye house of Israel,  
O bless the Lord, ye house of Aaron's line:   

20  
O house of Levi▪ bless the Lord: As well  
Who fear the Lord, to bless the Lord incline:   

21  
From out of Zion his high praise record,  
Whose dwelling is in Salem: Praise the Lord.   

Halelu-jah.    

PSAL. 136. Confitemini Domino.  

O Praise the Lord, for he is good,  
his mercy is for ever:   

2  
Praise him, that is of gods the God,  
whose mercy faileth never.   

3  
Praise him, that is of lords the Lord,  
whose mercy is for ever:   

4  
His sole done wonders great, record,  
whose mercy faileth never.   

5  
The Heavens, that by his wisdom made,  
whose mercy is for ever:   

6  
The earth above the waters spread,  
his mercy ceaseth never.   

7  
Which made great lights for several place,  
his mercy is for ever:   

8  
The Sun by day to run his race,  
his mercy failing never.   

9  
The Moon and Stars to govern night,  
his mercy lasting ever:   

10  
In their firstborn did Egypt smite,  
his mercy failing never.   

11  
And Israel from amidst them brought,  
his mercy is for ever:   

12  
With mighty hand, and arm out-rought,  
his mercy failing never.   

13  
The red sea into parts did lay,  
his mercy is for ever:   

14  
And through the midst made Israel way,  
his mercy failing never.   

15  
There shook off Pharaoh and his Host,  
his mercy lasting ever:   

16  
His people led through Desert-coast,  
his mercy failing never.   

17  
Great Kings he smote, and overthrew,  
his mercy is for ever:   

18  
And mighty Kings in battle slew,  
his mercy failing never.   

19  
As Sehon King of Amorites,  
his mercy lasting ever:   

20  
And Ghog the King of Basanites,  
his mercy ceasing never.   

21  
Their land in heritage to have,  
his mercy is for ever:   

22  
To Israel his servant gave,  
his mercy failing never.   

23  
Which of our humbled state esteemed,  
his mercy is for ever:   

24  
From our distressors us redeemed,  
his mercy failing never.   

25  
Bread to all flesh by whom is given,  
his mercy lasting ever:   

26  
Confess ye to the God of Heaven,  
whose mercy ceaseth never.    

PSAL. 137. Super flumina Babyl.  

Down sat we by the river's side,  
that waters Babel's wall:  
To raise whose streams, a springing tide  
of tears our eyes let fall.  
Remembering Zion in our vows,  
our useless Harps we hung   

2  
Upon amidst the willow boughs,  
as slightly tuned as strung.   

3  
For they that led us captives there,  
required of us a song;  
A Sion-song (said) let us hear,  
these moans, some mirth among.   

4  
O no! nor harp we have, nor hand,  
nor voice to strain, nor string:  
Our Sion-song, in Shinar-land,  
song of the Lord to sing.   

5  
If, O Jerusalem, I set  
no more by thee than so;  
Let my right hand her skill forget,  
my voice her song forgo.   

6  
My tongue fast to my palate cling,  
a●d never tune employ,  
If ought I do but Salem sing,  
the Sovereign of my joy.   

7  
Be mindful, Lord, of Edom's sons,  
who said on Salems' day,  
Raze, Raze, to her foundations,  
with earth her level lay.   

8  
Thou Daughter, Babel, laidst us waste,  
thyself shalt wasted be:  
O happy! that as done thou hast  
to us, shall do to thee.   

9  
O happy! that thy little ones,  
from mother's breasts shall rash▪  
And (pitiless) against the stones,  
their brains in pieces dash.    

PSAL. 138. Consitebor tibi. Davidis.  

I Will confess thee to their face,  
with all the heart in me,  
Were Princes, Angels, Gods in place,  
Psalms will I sing to thee.   

2  
Prostrate before thy holy Seat,  
thy Name will I confess;  
Thy tender mercies there repeat,  
and sing thy faithfulness.  
For all thy powerful deeds proclaim,  
and ample proof afford,  
That thou hast magnified thy Name,  
above all Name thy Word!   

3  
The day I cried, to thee I cried,  
thou heardst, and answerdst me:  
My soul with vigour was supplied,  
and strengthened much by thee.   

4  
Kings of the earth shall all confess,  
and make thy praise appear;  
When of thy mouth, the faithfulness,  
the words (O Lord) they hear.   

5  
Their songs shall of the ways entreat,  
that to the Lord belong:  
For of the Lord the glory great,  
is subject of their song.   

6  
For though the Lord be throned on high,  
yet are his eyes below:  
The lowly-hearted ever nigh,  
the proud afar to know.   

7  
Amidst distress although I went,  
revived by thee I stand:  
Thy hand against my haters sent,  
to save me, thy right hand.   

8  
This work, the hand that wrought me this,  
the Lord accomplish will:  
Thy mercy, Lord, for ever is,  
thy handiwork fulfil.    

PSAL. 139. Domine, probisti. Ad Praestantem, Davidis Psalmus.  

THou hast, O Lord, me searched out and known,   

2  
My sitting down, and my uprising are  
Within thy knowledge, clearer than mine own:  
My thoughts un-thought, thou understandest afar,   

3  
My path, my pallet, winnowed with thy fan,  
And all my ways thy custom is to scan.   

4  
For in my tongue there teem's not any word,  
The breathless infant of my pregnant thought▪  
Bucloe, unborn, thou knowst it wholly, Lord,  
Though with the organs of my speech un-wrought:   

5  
Behind, before, thou hast beset me strait,  
And of thy hand upon me put the weight.   

6  
It is too wonderful for me to know,  
To it● cannot it is set so high:   

7  
O, from thy spirit whither shall I go?  
And whither shall I from thy presence fly?   

8  
If I ascend the Heavens, the Heavens thee bear;  
Make I my bed the Hell, lo thou art there.   

9  
Take I the early-rising morning's wings,  
And utmost seas my uncouth dwelling make,   

10  
Even thither me thy hand my leader brings,  
And thy right hand fast hold on me shall take:   

11  
Yet sure shall darkness shroud me, if I say,  
The night about me shall be light as day.   

12  
For sightless darkness, darkneth not from thee,  
But as the day, before thee shines the night:  
Where seeing sees not, thou hast eyes to see,  
As darkness is to thee, so is the light.   

13  
My reins are but the texture of thy loom.  
Thou coveredst me within my mother's womb.   

14  
For casting me in such a covert mould,  
My praise shall of thy fearful wonders tell;  
How marvellous thy works are to behold,  
My soul cannot express, yet knows right well.   

15  
No bone of mine from thee is hid to know,  
Though close embroidered in the earth below.   

16  
Thine eyes did on my shapeless substance look,  
And framed my members from a formless mass;  
Each one of them is written in thy book,  
What day they form were, when none there was.   

17  
How precious are, O God, thy thoughts to me,  
Of their increase what mighty sums I see!   

18  
To number them, to number were the sand,  
As oft as I awake, I am with thee:   

19  
That thou, O God, wouldst slay the wicked band,  
And men of bloods: Depart ye all from me:   

20  
Which speak of thee what mischief can devise,  
And, but lift up in vain, thine enemies.   

21  
And do not I, Lord, them that hate thee, hate,  
And grieve at those that up against thee rise,  
As if with me thy haters held debate,  
As if they me despised, that thee despise?   

22  
In hatreds full perfection them I hate,  
And in the number of my foes relate.   

23  
Search me, O God, my secret angles sound,  
And of my heart exactest knowledge take,  
Examine mine intentions from their ground,  
Of all my thoughts a perfect audit make.  
See whether I in sorrow's by-path stray,  
And lead me in the everlasting way.    

PSAL. 140. Eripe me Domine. Ad Praestantem, Psalmus Davidis.  

THe evil man, the violent,  
from me, O Lord, keep far:   

2  
Whose heart on mischief wholly bend,  
they daily gather war.   

3  
They, like a Serpent, whet their tongue,  
beneath their lips bear stings;  
With Asps fell poison to be stung,  
less deadly danger brings. Selah.   

4  
Lord, keep me from the wicked hand,  
and from the violent;  
To thrust away my feet, which stand,  
and study to prevent.   

5  
For me the proud have hid a snare,  
with cords wide spread a net:  
Waylaid my path at un-aware,  
their grins for me have set. Selah.   

9  
Thou to the Lord my God, I said,  
to hear this voice of mine,  
A suitor to thy grace for aid,  
thine ear, O Lord, incline.   

7  
Lord God my strength, my strength to lead,  
my saving health from harms:  
Thou sett'st the Helmet on my head,  
upon the day of Arms.   

8  
Lord, wicked men encourage not,  
nor grant them their desire,  
O further not his crafty plot,  
lest further they aspire. Selah.   

9  
Upon my chiefest haters head,  
that compass me about,  
A covering of their lips to spread,  
let mischief ma●ke them out.   

10  
Let burning coals on them descend;  
hot fire on them let fall:  
And into dungeons deep them send.  
whence rise they never shall.   

11  
A man of tongue shall never grow  
established in the land:  
But evil, to his overthrow,  
shall hunt the griping hand.   

12  
I know, the Lord will Justice frame,  
the poor oppressed to quit:  
The Just shall sure confess thy Name,  
the right, before thee sit.    

PSAL. 141. Ad te, Domine. Psalmus Davidis.  

TO this complaint, O Lord, of mine,  
thy speedy help apply:  
Thine ear unto my voice incline,  
when unto thee I cry.   

2  
As incense, let my prayer be sent,  
and right before thee rise;  
Let mine up-lifted palms present  
an evening sacrifice.   

3  
Set, Lord, a watch my mouth before,  
my wand'ring tongue to tie;  
And of my lips keep fast the door,  
whence words have wings to fly.   

4  
To evil further not my heart,  
pretences to pretend:  
Their dainties let me eat no part,  
whom wicked deeds commend.   

5  
But smite me, let the Just in love,  
his hand up-lifted lights;  
Compassions his reprovings prove,  
his Mawle in mercy smites.  
Such balm (none such the wicked power)  
shall never break mine head:  
For in their evils evil hour,  
my prayer for them shall plead.   

6  
Their ●udges, though by hands of rocks,  
lie felled beneath our feet,  
To hear my sayings, swarm by flocks,  
for they are pleasing sweet.   

7  
Our scattered bones together put,  
the mouth of Hell receives,  
As stone on earth from Quarry cut,  
as chips the cleaver cleaves.   

8  
But unto thee, O God the Lord,  
mine eyes attendant look,  
When help thou wilt my hopes afford,  
leave not my soul forsook.   

9  
Preserve me from the handed-snare,  
which they for me have laid,  
And grins, for which their wicked care,  
with cost and pain hath paid.   

10  
But let the wicked down be cast,  
his toil his taker be:  
While I, together overpast,  
his fall, my safety see.    

PSAL. 142. Voce mea ad Dominum. Maschil Davidis, cum esset in spelunca, oratio.  

MY voice, up to the Lord, I strained,  
and showed my woeful case;  
My voice, unto the Lord complained,  
and humbly sued for grace.   

2  
My meditation I prepared,  
before him to express;  
Before his face, have I declared,  
and poured out my distress.   

3  
When, sunk my spirit within me lay,  
my path then didst thou know;  
A snare to walk on, in my way,  
they closely did bestow.   

4  
On my right hand I looked, and saw,  
to know me there was none:  
All refuge did from me withdraw;  
to seek my soul, not one.   

5  
To thee, o Lord, I cried, and said,  
to thee my hopes arrive;  
My lot before me thou hast laid,  
the land of them that live.   

6  
Consider my complaint, to thee,  
attend my low-brought cry:  
From my pursuers rescue me,  
they stronger are then I.   

7  
My soul out of close prison bring,  
I shall confess thy Name;  
The just about me in a ring,  
thy bounty shall proclaim.    

PSAL. 143. Deus exaudi. Psalmus Davidis.  

Hear, Lord, my prayer, my fuits intend,  
which I for grace to thee,  
And to thy faithfulness commend,  
in justice answer me!   

2  
And enter not by judgements right,  
thy servants sins to sound;  
For justified shall in thy sight,  
not one that lives be found.   

3  
My soul, is by my foe pursued,  
my life, to earth, lies smit:  
Among the dead, for ever mewed,  
in darkness set, to sit.   

4  
My spirit, within me spent, hath left  
my understanding crazed:  
My troubled heart, of rest bereft,  
amidst me lies amazed.   

5  
I call to mind the days of old,  
on all thy work I muse;  
Thy deeds my serious thoughts behold,  
what pass thy hands peruse.   

6  
To thee I stretch forth either hand,  
thy help to entertain:  
My soul ●or thee, as weary land,  
thirsts after welcome rain. Selah.   

7  
Haste Lord and hear, my spirit is done,  
hide not thy face from me:  
Like them that down the pit are gone,  
lest else made soon I be.   

8  
Thy morning mercy make me hear,  
in thee I trust, to me  
The way I am to walk make clear,  
I list my soul to thee.   

9  
From my pursuing enemies,  
O Lord, deliver me:  
That where my safety's shelter lies,  
for covert fly to thee.   

10  
Thou art my God, to do thy will,  
O make me understand,  
To guide me, thy good Spirit instill,  
where right commands the land.   

11  
And for that Names sake of thine own,  
thou, Lord, shalt quicken me:  
As for thy Justice thou art known,  
my soul from pressure free.   

12  
Against my foes thy power employ,  
make strong thy Mercies arm:  
My soul's distressors all destroy,  
that me thy servant harm.    

PSAL. 144. Benedictus Dominus. Davidis.  

Blessed be the Lord, my Rock of Might,  
my Fortress, never far:  
By whom my hands are taught to fight,  
my fingers framed for war.   

2  
My Mercy, my strong Hold, my Tower,  
my Saviour, and my Shield:  
In whom I trust, and by whose power,  
to me my people yield.   

3  
Lord, what is man, that thy respect,  
to know him, takes such care?  
Why on the sons of man reflect,  
and reckon what they are?   

4  
Man is of vanity a mass,  
made up, on earth to creep;  
Whose days, as slides the shadow, pass  
to death, the house of sleep.   

5  
Thy heavens, O Lord, bow and come down,  
with tempests warning stroke;  
And with thy clouds, the Mountain's crown,  
but touch, and they shall smoke.   

6  
Lighten thy lightnings fiery darts,  
to scatter them withal:  
Send home thine arrows to their hearts,  
and, troubled, make them fall.   

7  
Thy saving hand send from on hi●,  
for my deliverance stand:  
Rid from the many waters nigh,  
freed from strange children's hand.   

8  
Whose mouth of vanity the mould,  
dissembles in their style▪  
On falsehood, whose right hand takes hold,  
a right hand full of guile.   

9  
To thee, O God, prepare will I,  
a new-set song to sing,  
On ten-stringed Lute and psaltery,  
with sound of voice and string.   

10  
His gift it is whereby Kings stand,  
salvation that they have;  
Doth from the sword in mischief's hand,  
his servant David save.   

11  
Release me from strange children's hand,  
whose mouth the mint of lies;  
Whose right hand, right hand is to band,  
and vent vain forgeries.   

12  
Which say," Our sons young plants shall grow;  
the daughters we beget,  
Like polished angles on a row,  
in Royal Palace set.   

13  
That yielding sorts of meats and meats.  
our Garners never cease:  
Our flocks bring thousands in our streets,  
ten thousands of increase.   

14  
Our Oxen fed, to labour stout,  
the burden, strong to bear:  
No breaking in, none going out,  
our streets no clamour hear. ☜   

15  
O blessed people! (people say)  
with goods, not goodness stored:  
O, rather blessed people they,  
whose good is God the Lord.    

PSAL. 145. Exaltabo te Deus. Tehillah 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Davidis.  

Acrostichon, deest Nun Hebr.  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ADvance thy praise, my King, O God, will I,  
and I will bless thy Name perpetually:   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 2  
Blessing thee every day will I dispend,  
to praise thy Name my song shall never end.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 3  
Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised,  
and to his greatness can no search ●e raised.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 4  
Deeds done by thee shall age to age commend,  
to show thy powers, posterities contend.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 5  
How beauteous is thy glorious Majesty,  
words of thy marvels meditate will I.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 6  
Whose dreadful power to speak they shall not spare,  
as for thy greatness, that will I declare.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 7  
Sums of thy goodness shall men's minds employ,  
to sing thy Justice, they shall shout for joy.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 8  
How full of grace! with pity how replete  
the Lord! long-suffring, and in mercy great.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 9  
To all, the Lord his goodness sendeth down,  
and all his works his tender mercy's crown.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 10  
In praising thee, Lord, all thy works confess,  
and (blessed in being thine) thy Saints thee bless.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 11  
Clear glory of thy Kingdom they shall tell,  
and with thy glory speak what power doth dwell.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 12  
Let Adam's children know his mighty hand,  
his Kingdom's comely honour understand.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 13  
Measure of time thy Kingdom's reign transcends,  
and thy Dominion age and age extends.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 14  
Sustainer is the Lord of all that fall,  
and them that crooked are, erecteth all▪   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 15  
Intent on thee their eyes all creatures bend,  
and thou, in time to them their meat dost send.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 16  
Plentifully, with open hand, at will,  
each living things desire thou dost fulfil.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 17  
So just the Lord in all the ways he goes,  
so merciful in all the works he does.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 18  
Callers on him to all the Lord is nigh,  
to all that call upon him faithfully.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 19  
Requests all granted, shall his fearers have,  
to hear their cry, and them distressed to save.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 20  
So all that love him, will the Lord sustain;  
and of the wicked, let not one remain.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 21  
To praise the Lord, my mouth a song shall frame,  
all flesh for ever bless his holy Name.    

PSAL. 146. Lauda anima med Dominum. Halelu-jah.  

O Praise the Lord, my soul, as long  
as life (Lord) lends me days:   

2  
Thy praise (while I!) shall be my song,  
my God, to sing thy praise.   

3  
In Princes, and in Adam's son,  
whose substance is but dust,  
With whom is no salvation,  
repose no settled trust.   

4  
Who, when his prisoned spirit goes forth,  
turns to his earth again:  
That day his thoughts are nothing worth  
he travelled with in pain.   

5  
O happy he, that hath forelaid,  
to be his strong abode,  
The God of Jacob for his aid,  
his hope, the Lord his God.   

6  
Which made the heavens, the earth, the deeps,  
and what they all contain:  
His promise faithfully who keeps,  
for ever to remain.   

7  
Which judgeth those that suffer wrong,  
gives to the hungry bread:  
The Lord from chains and fetters strong,  
sets lose the captive head.   

8  
The Lord gives light to sightless eyes,  
restores the blind to sight:  
The Lord erects that crooked lies,  
the Lord the Just loves right.   

9  
The Lord keeps strangers from distress,  
of Orphans is the stay:  
Relieves the widow comfortless,  
subverts the wicked way.   

10  
The Lord, upon his Royal Throne  
eternally shall reign;  
Thy God, O Zion, King alone,  
shall age and age remain.    

PSAL. 147. Laudate Dominum.  

PRaise God, for it is good to sing,  
a song of praise is sweet:  
To praise our God a pleasant thing,  
his praise, a practice meet.   

2  
Of his Jerusalem the walls,  
the Lord builds up again;  
The scattered outcasts home recalls,  
His Israel's remain.   

3  
His hand the brokenhearted heals,  
their depth of sorrow sounds:  
Safe medicine for their sickness deals,  
binds up their bleeding wounds.   

4  
The number of the Stars he tells,  
and gives them names express:   

5  
Great is the Lord, his Power excels,  
his Prudence numberless.   

6  
The Lord lifts-up the meek on wings,  
to base oppression thrust;  
But headlong down the wicked flings,  
and drowns their pomp in dust.   

7  
O sing unto the Lord with praise,  
with praise of voice and string;  
High to the Harp our voices raise,  
Psalms to our God to sing.   

8  
Which covereth heavens with clouds, below  
for earth prepares the rain;  
On Mountain's cliffs makes grass to grow,  
as on the Meadowie-plaine.   

9  
Which to the Nation of the beast,  
their feeding doth supply;  
And gives the sons of Ravens a feast,  
when they for hunger cry.   

10  
He takes no pleasure in the might,  
and manage of the Horse;  
Nor in the legs of man delight,  
supporters of his force.   

11  
The Lords delight is on them set,  
that on his fear depend:  
That to his Mercy seek to get,  
whereon their hopes attend.   

12  
O Salem, laud the Lord Most-Hie,  
Zion, thy God confess:   

13  
For he thy gates doth fortify,  
●hy sons within thee, bless.   

14  
He in thy border settleth peace,  
from fear of hostile hand:  
With kidneys fat of wheats increase,  
he loads thy laboured land.   

15  
The earth his blessings doth afford,  
at his commanding will;  
And very swiftly runs his Word,  
his Precept to fulfil.   

16  
He from his clouds, with scattering gale,  
like locks of wool gives snow;  
Doth on the Hill, the Down, the Dale,  
hoare-frosts, like ashes, strew.   

17  
His ice, like morsels, forth he casts,  
to bind the streams in bands:  
Before his cold-congealing blasts,  
who stands, that them withstands?   

18  
He sends his Word, that wills them melt,  
his Southwind bids to blow;  
Whose thawing breath no sooner felt,  
the frozen waters flow.   

19  
His Word of truth, whereon to trust,  
to Jacob hath he told:  
His Statutes and his Judgements just,  
taught Israel to hold.   

20  
He hath not so in any case,  
with any Nation dealt;  
Nor with like knowledge of his grace,  
his Judgements have they felt.   

Halelu-jah.    

PSAL. 148. Laudate Dominum. Halelu-jah.  

YE Choristers of Heavenly Choir,  
to praise the Lord Most-Hie,  
From Heaven, whereto our Hymns aspire,  
confess him from on high.   

2  
Ye Angels all, that in a ring,  
about his Throne attend:  
His praise in heavenly consort sing,  
him all his Hosts commend.   

3  
O Sun, the Sovereign of the day,  
and Moon, the Queen of night;  
His praises Sun and Moon display,  
with all the Stars of light.   

4  
Ye Heavens of Heavens, confess him all,  
about your Spheres that move:  
From air's mid-region, ye that fall,  
cold waters from above.   

5  
To praise the Name of God the Lord,  
their part each creature bear:  
For his Commandment gave the word,  
and they created were.   

6  
Their Order, and eternal Round,  
by him established was;  
His Law, their limits certain bound,  
they have no power to pass.   

7  
Dragons and Whales, your deepest note,  
to praise the Lord compose;  
That range in Souls or Seas remote,  
his praise all Deeps disclose.   

8  
Fire, Hail, Snow, Vapour, stormy Wind,  
his ministers at hand;  
To burn, to bruise, to lose, to bind,  
to do his Words command.   

9  
Mountains, Hills, Desert, or in Field,  
Trees, free-growne, planted; all,  
As well that fruit by culture yield,  
as Laric-Cedars tall.   

10  
Wild Beast, that Cave or Covert keeps,  
all cattle, every thing,  
On mother-earth as well that creeps,  
as aire-cut Fowl of wing.   

11  
Kings great on earth, to Soveraigne's-Great,  
all Subjects that belong:  
Princes, and all on Judgements Seat,  
that judge Earth's right and wrong.   

12  
Young Men and Maidens, whose fresh flowers  
of youth begin to bloom:  
Old Men and Children, whose best powers  
are past, or yet to come.   

13  
The Lords Name let them praise, for high  
his Name is raised alone;  
Above the earth his Majesty,  
above the Heavens his Throne.   

14  
And he hath raised his people's Horn,  
a praise his Saints hold dear;  
Of Israel the children borne,  
a Nation to him near.    

PSAL. 149. Cantate Domino. Halelu-jah.  

SIng to the Lord a new-set song,  
un-heard in former days:  
His Saints assemblies sing among,  
and celebrate his praise.   

2  
With joy his Maker's praise to sing,  
let Israel make choice;  
As loyal Subjects to their King;  
let Zion's sons rejoice.   

3  
To praise his Name with Flute and Dance,  
his praise in consort sing,  
With Timbrels touch his praise advance,  
with Hymns and Harps sweet string.   

4  
The Lord is with his people pleased,  
the meek in heart cast down,  
With his Salvations beauty eased,  
with glorious Wreath to crown.   

5  
In glory let the Saints rejoice,  
in holy company;  
And shout at home with joyful noise,  
as on their beds they lie.   

6  
Of God's high praises, let the word  
within their throat resound;  
And in their hand a two-mouthed sword,  
on each side sharp, be found.   

7  
The heathens with vengeance to pursue,  
with pride, that so did swell:  
The Nations, with reprovings due,  
to check, when they rebel.   

8  
To bind their Kings in captive chains,  
and leave their Hosts no head:  
Their Nobles, with their lordly trains,  
in iron bolts to lead.   

9  
To execute the Judgement writ,  
upon them every one:  
Such honour as doth best befit,  
to all his Saints be done.   

Halelu-jah.    

PSAL. 150. Laudate Dominum. Halelu-jah.  

O Praise God in his Holiness,  
his firmament of might:   

2  
His powers, his greatness numberless,  
with boundless praise recite.   

3  
His praise let sound of Trumpet ring,  
praise him with Lute and Lyre:   

4  
Praise him with Tymbrel, Flute, and String,  
with Organ fill the Quire.   

5  
Praise him with Cymbals sounding shrill,  
his praises great record:  
Let loudest-sounding Cymbals fill:  
" Let all breath praise the Lord.    

PSAL. 151. Ex Additione Apollinarii. 1 SAM. cap. 17.  

OF all my brethren, I (the least)  
my Harp and Song assayed;  
And while my flock was at their feast,  
to feast their Master played.   

2  
Such happiness have Shepherd's crew,  
that know no further care:  
How happy were they, if they knew,  
how happy men they are!   

3  
That common not, where clamours dwell,  
nor covet but their own;  
Nor to their Betters known too well,  
die to themselves unknown.   

4  
But ah, my Shepherds fare, farewell,  
farewell my flock of sheep;  
My little flock, who kept you well,  
must you no longer keep.   

5  
Yet Harp and Song, that Shepherd sings,  
to whom the Muse is given,  
May change a strain, and sing of Kings,  
may sing the King of Heaven.   

6  
Say then, what Angel came to call  
Heaven's Champion forth to fight,  
Against Heaven's foe, and in his fall  
put all his Host to flight?   

¶ 7  
A man of Gath, an Infidel,  
with him, at handy-strokes,  
Of all the Host of Israel,  
a Combatant provokes.   

8  
His limbs were vast, and ample nerved,  
his weapons not a few:  
His sword and shield, the Saint he served,  
his Idols served for show.   

9  
My Brethren valiant were and strong,  
but God had not decreed,  
To them the glory should belong,  
of this Heaven-sorted deed.   

10  
God gave me courage to confound  
this crest-swolne Python's power;  
To batter down, and bring to ground  
this cloud-threat Babel Tower.   

11  
Full forty days this Behemoth came,  
to our heart's grief to hear,  
Blaspheming Gods Almighty Name.  
¶ Like Weavers beam, his Spear.   

12  
No Spear brought I, nor Bow, nor Bill,  
of Armour use had none:  
To charge a Sling I had some skill,  
and thence discharge a stone.   

13  
Wherewith, if right his Murrain sit,  
may I but see his face,  
My thunder-handed bolt shall hit  
the destined speeding-place.   

14  
Enraged, mine eldest brother cried,  
This fight com●st thou to see?  
Avaunt, proud Boy: I soon replied,  
Is here no cause for me?   

15  
More calm King Saul: My heart (holds) good,  
years (doubts) too few, in truth:  
Gath fleshed in battles, broil●s, and blood,  
a kill-man from his youth.   

16  
But I, What is he more than man?  
Let no man's heart (said) fail:  
Against six cubits and a span,  
shall not Heavens Arm prevail?   

17  
A Lion and a Bear surprised,  
and slain my right hand hath:  
This Philistine uncircumcised,  
What is this man of Gath?   

18  
Comes Gath to shed our blood for spoil,  
as winepress sheds the grape?  
Or doth his Ekrons hungry soil,  
for Judah's Cities gape?   

19  
With him to deal do I desire,  
these Rephaims force to feel:  
Although his hands were hands of fire,  
or god's of burning steel.   

20  
The Lion and the Bear for might,  
were much the better part:  
But man to man is equal fight,  
the odds is in the heart.   

21  
Admit with scythe he mow his beard,  
with harrow rake his head:  
His Lance be like a mainmast reared,  
an iron rack his bed!   

22  
I bring to field (and God before)  
as many hands as he:  
A better cause, and courage more,  
and these are Arms for me.   

23  
The iron he is wont to wear,  
who blames me to refuse?  
As much perhaps as I can bear,  
much more than he can use.   

24  
He comes to me with Sword and Shield,  
with steeled bead Spear in hand;  
Armed with his Name, come I to field,  
that Armies can command.   

25  
¶ Then he, thy dreame-beleeving boasts,  
old Jesse's beardless son:  
Thine Host, thine Hosts, Lord God of Hosts,  
accursed be all, as one:   

26  
What honour shall my Combat gain,  
with Shepherd Rival shared:  
Of thee, when men shall say (though slain)  
yet this was he that dared.   

27  
The only man of all his Host,  
so often urged thereto:  
What none durst do, who durst do most,  
that undertook to do.   

28  
That dared with one, that did excel,  
encounter hand to hand:  
In which encounter though he fell,  
he fell, where none durst stand.   

29  
Thy glory will be easy bought,  
a deathless victory,  
With me sit match, but to be thought,  
though purchas't with to die.   

30  
Give me a man, my equal match,  
where like proportion lies:  
With Fly's men may not Eagles catch,  
and Eagles catch no Flies.   

31  
Ye Reeds of Judah, raise high wind,  
and Trumpet loud of war:  
But we by proof, asunder find,  
your sound and substance far.   

32  
Why, Race of leaves? why, shades on wall,  
why should your female fear,  
Since ●all ye must, refuse to fall  
by great Pelesheths' spear?   

33  
By us to have been overcome,  
what loss shall ye sustain?  
Sometime to have been lost, to some  
hath proved the loser's gain.   

34  
Yield us your Lords, and home return,  
possess your days in peace:  
With sword, incense not fire to burn,  
thy Braves, Ben-Jesse, cease.   

35  
Five thousand shekels weight of brass,  
my coat of Mail outweighs:  
Six hundred iron shekels mass,  
upon my speare-pile plays.   

36  
Beneath this weight thou scarce canst stand,  
scarce this bare burden bear:  
But much more heavy my right hand,  
die, ere thou feel, for fear.   

37  
Add then my Helm, Sword, Shield, & Lance,  
a second load alone,  
Too big for thee but to advance,  
Brat, with thy feeble bone!   

38  
Thou hast three brethren armed in field,  
were all your strength in one;  
All four could not one Anak yield,  
to combat me alone.   

39  
More blessed hadst thou abode at home,  
and served thy father's slaves,  
Than, Wretch, with me to cope have come,  
as to a dog with staves.   

40  
In scorn, my sword is stained with none,  
before my wrath be whet:  
Now scorn and anger join in one,  
what rage shall both beget?   

41  
Thy bowels, and white-marrowed bones,  
shall therefore wild beasts eat:  
Thy brains beat out with bats and stones,  
shall be the Vulture's meat.   

42  
¶ What help! I had no reaching dart,  
no tackling, but a thong:  
A sling my weapon; but a heart  
above all weapon, strong.   

43  
Thy railing challenge speaks thee base,  
in terms blasphemous flung:  
Nor suits it with a soldier's grace,  
to be so rank of tongue.   

44  
A Lion's head (Fool) can out-beard  
an host of heartless Hinds:  
The greatest men (is often heard)  
bear not the greatest minds.   

45  
Thy Helm and Target trust thou not,  
with those unwieldy thighs:  
The compleat-armed Rhinocerot,  
look where he falls, he lies.   

46  
Thine Armours load, but laggs faint heart,  
for flight the more unfit:  
The bigger man thou art, thou art  
the bigger mark to hit.   

47  
Thou hast not soul enough to cram,  
that Carricks every chink:  
The hugest Hulk that ever swam,  
a small sprung leak may sink.   

48  
When Air and Water fall to mire,  
the purest from to fall,  
The soul of Elements, the fire,  
is sphered above them all.   

49  
No spark of that Ethereal flame,  
inspired thine earthborn birth:  
As from the earth thy Chaos came,  
thou hast a soul of earth.   

50  
As earth, thy mother groaned in pain,  
when she thy burden gave:  
Thy breath, between thy teeth constrain,  
and groaning gnaw thy grave.   

51  
But most, to make thy quarrel good,  
must grounded cause be given:  
Thy vantage is but flesh and blood,  
mine is the hand of Heaven.   

52  
What fury forced thee on these pikes,  
forlorn attempt to give?  
" At Heaven who strikes, himself he strikes,  
and hath not long to live.   

53  
Of five, I chose one pebble round,  
that level flew as li●e;  
And in his forehead sunk a wound;  
Thou hast it, Philistine!   

54  
Now, for mine own I can thee claim!  
" To Ida's faire-eyed Swain,  
" The Delian gave not so good aim,  
" when Thetis son was slain.   

55  
God, even our God, of Mighties most,  
whom thou revild'st this day,  
By me, the meanest of his Host,  
hath sent thee death for pay.   

56  
His sword then drew I from his side,  
and grovelling on the land,  
As he the living God defied,  
at once, with either hand,   

57  
His head I from his shoulders struck,  
there our Colossus fell;  
So this reproach Ben-Jesse took  
from honoured Israel.   

58  
Thou, Vale of Elah, saw'st this fight,  
that cost Goliaths head:  
Thou, Vale of Elah, saw'st this flight,  
when lost Pelesheth fled.   

59  
Ye neighbour Groves, and echoing Trees,  
heard Gath on Dagon call:  
Proud Ashteroth, beneath our knees,  
saw Ekrons' Idols fall.   

60  
For joy let Judah shout to God,  
while Gath and Ekron howl;  
My soul a valiant march hath trod,  
a valiant march my soul.    
Finis Libri quinti.   

Praise to the God of Heaven,  
Be given by me a Worm,  
That David's numbers in this form,  
To me a Worm hath given.  
R.B.  
FINIS.   


Ben. Ar. Montan.  
Poëtica sine dubio est Psalmorum in Fonte compositio.   

D. J. Rainold. Oxon.  
Poëtica sine dubio, sic omnibus virtutibus tam modulatè consonantibus; omnibus partibus tam egregiè consentientibus; luminibus omnibus tam excellenter refulgentibus, enitescens; ut nihil veritati, lenitate; nihil gravitati, amoenitate; nihil Majestati, festivitate; nihil Dignitati, jucunditate; nihil Magnitudini, concinnitate; nihil denique Divinitati, humanitate, detrahitur   

MEMORIAE  
Reverendssi. P. Honoratissi. D. L. Andrewes, nuper D. Episc. Winton. Dom. & Tutoris mei Colendissi. cujus auspiciis inchoatum hoc opus, Ego R.B. Observantiss. Dd. c.  
Coelum Animam; Marmor tua condidit ossa; supersunt Ingenii Gemmae, Viva Sepulchra tui.    

Errata.  
PSal. 16.7. for mighty, read nightly. Psal. 89.40. for self absent, read thyself absent.  
Other errors favourably excuse, and amend at pleasure.