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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.

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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

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PSA L. VII. Aug. 14, 1653. Upon the words of Chish the Benjamite against him.

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Lord my God if I have thought
Or done this, if wickedness
Be in my hands, if I have wrought
Ill to him that meant me peace, IO
Or to him flave render'd less,
And not free'd my foe for nought;

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So th'assemblies of each nation
Will surround thee, seeking right,
Thence to thy glorious habitation
Return on high and in their sight.
Jehovah judgeth most upright
All people from the world's foundation.

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God is a just judge and severe,
And God is every day offended;
If the unjust will not forbear, 45
His sword he whets, his bow hath bended
Already, and for him intended
The tools of death, that waits him near.

(His arrows purposely made he
For them that persecute.) Behold 50
He travels big with vanity,
Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old
As in a womb, and from that mold
Hath at length brought forth a lie.

He digg'd a pit, and delv’d it deep, 55
And fell into the pit he made;
His mischief that due course doth keep,
Turns on his head, and his ill trade
Of violence will undelay'd
Fall on his crown with ruin sleep. 6o

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