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I'th'morning I to thee with choice Will rank my pray'rs, and watch till thou appear. For thou art not a God that takes In wickedness delight, IO Evil with thee no biding makes, Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight.
O R D in thine anger do not reprehend me, Nor in thy hot displeasure me correót; Pity me, Lord, for I am much dejećt, Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me: For all my bones, that ev'n with anguish ake, 5 Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled fore, And thou, O Lord, how long? turn Lord, restore My soul, O save me for thy goodness sake: For in death no remembrance is of thee; Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Io Wearied I am with fighing out my days, Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea; My bed I water with my tears; mine eye Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark I'th' midst of all mine enemies that mark. I5 Depart all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard, the Lordhath heard my pray'r, My supplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20
PSA L. VII. Aug. 14, 1653. Upon the words of Chish the Benjamite against him.
Lord my God if I have thought
So th'assemblies of each nation
God is a just judge and severe,
(His arrows purposely made he
He digg'd a pit, and delv’d it deep, 55