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Depart from me; for the voice of my weeping
The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping.
Mine enemies shall all he blank and dashed
With much confusion; then grown red with shame, They shall return in haste the way they came,
And in a moment shall be quite abashed.
August 14, 1653.
Vpnn the words of Chush the Benjamite against Aim.
Lord, my God, to thee I fly;
Lord, my God, if I have thought
Let the enemy pursue my soul
Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire,
So the assemblies of each nation
Thence to thy glorious habitation
Judge me, Lord, be judge in this
But the just establish fast,
Since thou art the just God that tries
Hearts and reins. On God is cast
My defence, and in him lies.
In him who both just and wise
Saves the upright of heart at last,
God is a just judge and severe,
And God is every day offended;
If the unjust will not forbear,
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
He digged a pit, and delved it deep,
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, undelayed,
Fall on his crown with ruin steep.
Then will I Jehovah's praise
0 Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great
So as above the heavens thy praise to set
Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou
To stint the enemy, and slack the avenger's brow,
When I behold thy heavens, thy fingers' art,
In the pure firmament, then saith my heart,
And think'st upon him; or of man begot,
Scarce to be less than gods, thou mad'st his lot,
With honour and with state thou hast him crowned.
O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him lord,
All flocks, and herds, by thy commanding word,
Fowl of the heavens, and fish that through the wet
O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great
Apbil, 1648. J. M.
[Nine of the Psalms done into metre, wherein all, but what is in a different character, are the very words of the text, translated from the original.]
1 Thou Shepherd that dost Israel keep,
That sitt'st between the cherubs bright,
Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,
2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's,
And in Manasse's sight,
3 Turn us again, thy grace divine
To us, O God, vouchsafe;
4 Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou,
How long wilt thou declare
5 Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears,
Their bread with tears they eat,
Wherewith their cheeks are wet. 0 A strife thou mak'st us and a prey
To every neighbour foe,
And 4 flouts at us they throw.
7 Return us, and thy grace divine,
O God of Hosts, vouchsafe,
8 A vine from Egypt thou hast brought,
Thy free love made it thine,
9 Thou didst prepare for it a place,
And root it deep and fast,
1 Gnowra. 2 Gnashanta. 3 Sbalish.
11 Her branches on the western side
Down to the sea she sent,
12 Why hast thou laid her hedges low,
And broken down her fence,
13 The tusked boar out of the wood
Upturns it by the roots,
14 Return now, God of Host3, look down
From Heaven, thy seat divine,
15 Visit this vine, which thy right hand
Hath set, and planted long,
16 But now it is consumed with fire,
And cut with axes down;
17 Upon the man of thy right hand
Upon the son of man, whom thou
18 So shall we not go back from thee
To ways of sin and shame;
19 Bfiturn us, and thy grace divine.
Lord God of Hosts, vouchsafe,
1 To God our strength sing loud, and clear.