5 Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears;
Their bread with tears they eat;
And mak'st them largely drink the tears
Wherewith their cheeks are wet.

6 A strife thea mak'st us and a prey

To every neighbour foe;
Among themselves they laugh, they play,
And flouts at us they throw.

7 Return us, and thy grace divine,
O God of Hosts! vouchsafe;
Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
And then we shall be safe.

8 A vine from Egypt thou hast brought,
Thy free love made it thine,

And drov'st out nations, proud and haught,
To plant this lovely vine.

9 Thou didst prepare for it a place,
And root it deep and fast,
That it began to grow apace,

And filled the land at last.

10 With her green shade that covered all,
The hills were over-spread;

Her boughs as high as cedars tall
Advanced their lofty head.

11 Her branches on the western side

Down to the sea she sent,
And upward to that river wide
Her other branches went.

12 Why hast thou laid her hedges low,

And broken down her fence,
That all may pluck her, as they go,
With rudest violence?

13 The tusked boar out of the wood

Up turns it by the roots;

Wild beasts there browse, and make their food
Her grapes and tender shoots.

14 Return now, God of Hosts! look down

From Heaven, thy seat divine;
Behold us, but without a frown,
And visit this thy vine.

15 Visit this vine, which thy right hand
Hath set, and planted long,
And the young branch, that for thyself
Thou hast made firm and strong.
16 But now it is consumed with fire,
And cut with axes down;
They perish at thy dreadful ire,
At thy rebuke and frown.

17 Upon the man of thy right hand

Let thy good hand be laid;
Upon the son of man, whom thou
Strong for thyself hast made.

18 So shall we not go back from thee To ways of sin and shame; Quicken us thou; then gladly we Shall call upon thy Name.

19 Return us, and thy grace divine, Lord God of Hosts! vouchsafe; Cause thou thy face n us to shine, And then we shall be safe.

PSALM LXXXI.

1 To God our strength sing loud, and sear, Sing loud to God our King;

To Jacob's God, that all may hear,
Loud acclamations ring.

2 Prepare a hymn, prepare a song,
The timbrel hither bring;
The cheerful psaltery bring along,
And harp with pleasant string.

3 Blow, as is wont, in the new moon,
With trumpets' lofty sound,
The appointed time, the day whereon
Our solemn feast comes round.

4 This was a statute given of old, For Israel to observe;

A law of Jacob's God, to hold,

From whence they might not swerte

5 This is a testimony ordained In Joseph, not to change;

When as he passed through Egypt land: The tongue I heard was strange.

6 From burden, and from slavish toil, I set his shoulder free:

His hands from pots, and miry soil,
Delivered were by me.

7 When trouble did thee sore assail,
On me then didst thou call;
And I to free thee did not fail,
And let thee out of thrall.

I answered thee in thunder deep,
With clouds encompassed round;

I tried thee at the water steep,
Of Meriba renown'd.

8 Hear, O my people, hearken well; I testify to thee,

Thou ancient stock of Israel,

If you wilt list to me:

9 Throughout the land of thy abode
No alien god shall be,
Nor shalt thou to a foreign god
In honour bend thy kneo.

10 I am the Lord thy God, which brought
Thee out of Egypt land;
Ask large enough, and I, besought,
Will grant thy full demand.

1. And yet my people would not hear,
Nor hearken to my voice;

And Israel, whom I loved so dear,
Misliked me for his choice.

12 Then did I leave them to their will,
And to their wandering mind;
Their own conceits they followed still,
Their own devices blind.

13 O, that my people would be wise,
To serve me all their days!
And O, that Israel would advise

To walk my righteous ways!

14 Then would I soon bring down their foes, That now so proudly rise;

And turn my hand against all those,

That are their enemies.

15 Who hate the Lord should then be fain To bow to him and bend;

But they, his people, should remain,
Their time should have no end.

€ And he would feed them from the shock
With flower of finest wheat,
And satisfy them from the rock
With honey for their meat.

PSALM LXXXII.

1 GoD in great assembly stands
Of kings and lordly states;
Among the gods, on both his hands,
He judges and debates.

2 How long will ye pervert the right

With judgment false and wrong, Favouring the wicked by your might, Who thence grow bold and strong?

3 Regard the weak and fatherless,

Despatch the poor man's cause; And raise the man in deep distress By just and equal laws.

4 Defend the poor and desolate, And rescue trom the hands Of wicked men the low estate Of him that help demands.

6 They know not, nor will understand,
In darkness they walk on;
The earth's foundations all are moved,
And out of order gone.

6 I said that ye were gods; yea, all The sons of God Most High;

7 But ye shall die like men, and fall As other princes die.

8 Rise, God; judge thou the earth in might, This wicked earth redress;

For thou art he who shall by right
The nations all possess.

PSALM LXXXIII.

1 BE not thou silent now at length,
O God! hold not thy peace;
Sit thou not still; O God of strength,
Why cry, and do not cease.

2 For lo, thy furious foes now swell,
And storm outrageously;

And they that hate thee, proud and fell,
Exalt their heads full high.

3 Against thy people they contrive
Their plots and counsels deep;
Them to ensnare they chiefly strive
Whom thou dost hide and keep.

4 Come, let us cut them off, say they,
Till they no nation be;
That Israel's name for ever may
Be lost in memory.

5 For they consult with all their might,
And all, as one in mind,
Themselves against thee they unite,
And in firm union bind.

6 The tents of Edom, and the brood Of scornful Ishmael,

Moab, with them of Hagar's blood,
That in the desert dwell;

7 Gebal and Ammon there conspire, And huteful Amalec,

The Philistines, and they of Tyre,
Whose bounds the sea doth check;

8 With them great Ashur also bands, And doth confirm the knot:

All these have lent their armed hands
To aid the sons of Lot.

9 Do to them as to Midian bold, That wasted all the coast; To Sisera; and, as is told, Thou didst to Jabin's host,

10 When, at the brook of Kishon old, They were repulsed and slain, At Endor quite cut off, and rolled

As dung upon the plain.

16 O, turn to me thy face at length,

And me have mercy on;
Unto thy servant give thy strength,
And save thy handmaid's son.

17 Some sign of good to me afford,

And let my foes then see, And be asham'd: because thou, Lord, Dost help and comfort me.

PSALM LXXXVII.

1 AMONG the holy mountains high
Is his foundation fast;
There seated in his sanctuary,

His temple there is plac'd.

2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Than all the dwellings fair

Of Jacob's land, though there be store, And all within his care.

3 City of God, most glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke;

4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings Did our forefathers yoke:

I mention Babel to my friends
Philistia full of scorn;

And Tyre with Ethiops' utmost ends,
Lo this man there was born:

5 But twice that praise shall in our ear Be said of Sion last;

This and this man was born in her;
High God shall fix her fast.

6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll
That ne'er shall be outworn,
When he the nations doth enrol,

That this man there was born.

Both they who sing, and they who dance,
With sacred songs are there;

In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance,
And all my fountains clear.

PSALM LXXXVIII.

1 LORD God! that dost me save and keep, All day to thee I cry;

And all night long before thee weep,
Before thee prostrate lie.

2 Into thy presence let my prayer

With sighs devout ascend;
And to my cries, that ceaseless are,
Thine ear with favour bend.

3 For, cloy'd with woes and trouble sore, Surcharg'd my soul doth lie;

My life, ut Death's uncheerful door,
Unto the grave draws nigh.

4 Reckon❜d I am with them that pass Down to the dismal pit;

I

am a man, but weak, alas!

And for that name unfit.

5 From life discharg'd and parted quite
Among the dead to sleep;
And like the slain in bloody fight,
That in the grave lie deep.

Whom thou rememberest no more,
Dost never more regard,
Them, from thy hand deliver'd o'er,
Death's hideous house hath barr'd.

6 Thou in the lowest pit profound
Hast set me all forlorn,

Where thickest darkness hovers round,
In horrid deeps to mourn.

7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves
Full sore doth press on me;
Thou break'st upon me all thy waves,
And all thy waves break me.

8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, And mak'st me odious,

Me to them odious, for they change,
And I here pent up thus.

9 Through sorrow and affliction great,
Mine eye grows dim and dead;
Lord! all the day I thee entreat,
My hands to thee I spread.

10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead?
Shall the deceas'd arise,

And praise thee from their loathsome bed
With pule and hollow eyes?

11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell,
On whom the grave hath hold?
Or they, who in perdition dwell,
Thy faithfulness unfold?

12 In darkness can thy mighty hand
Or wondrous acts be known?
Thy justice in the gloomy land
Of dark oblivion?

13 But I to thee, O Lord! do cry,
Ere yet my life be spent ;

And up to thee my prayer doth hie
Each morn, and thee prevent.

14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsage,
And hide thy face from me,

15 That am already bruis'd, and shake With terror sent from thee?

Bruis'd and afflicted, and so low
As ready to expire;
While I thy terrors undergo,
Astonish'd with thine ire.