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15 Vifit this vine, which thy right hand
Hath fet, and planted lang,

And the young branch, that for thyself
Thou haft made firm and ftrong.
16 But now it is confum'd 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 fon of man, whom thou

Strong for thyfelf hast made.

18 So fhall we not go back from thee To ways of fin and fhame,

Quicken us thou, then gladly we

Shall call upon thy Name.

19 Return us, and thy grace divine,
Lord God of Hofts, vouchsafe;

Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
And then we fhall be fafe.

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PSA L. LXXXI.

O God our ftrength fing loud, and clear,
Sing loud to God our King,

To Jacob's God, that all may bear,

Loud acclamations ring.

2 Prepare a hymn, prepare a fong,

The timbrel hither bring,

The chearful pfaltry bring along,
And harp with pleasant firing.

3 Blow,

3 Blow, as is wont, in the new moon With trumpets' lofty found,

Th' appointed time, the day whereon

Our folemn feast comes round.

4 This was a statute giv'n of old

For Ifrael to obferve,

A law of Jacob's God, to hold,

From whence they might not fwerve. 5 This he a teftimony ordain'd

In Jofeph, not to change,

When as he pass'd through Egypt land;
The tongue I heard was strange.
6 From burden, and from flavish toil,

I fet his fhoulder free :

His hands from pots, and miry foil,

Deliver'd were by me.

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When trouble did thee fore affail,

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On me then didft thou call,

And I to free thee did not fail,

And led thee out of thrall.

I anfwer'd thee in * thunder deep
With clouds incompass'd round;
I try'd thee at the water fleep

Of Meriba renown'd.

8 Hear, O my People, hearken well,

I testify to thee,

Thou ancient ftock of Ifrael,

If thou wilt lift to me,

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9 Throughout the land of thy abode

No alien God fhall be,

Nor fhalt thou to a foreign God

In honor bend thy knee.

10 I am the Lord thy God which brought

Thee out of Egypt land;

Ask large enough, and I, befought,

Will grant thy full demand.

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11 And yet my people would not hear,

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voice;

Nor hearken to my

And Ifrael, whom I lov'd so dear,

Miflik'd me for his choice.

12 Then did I leave them to their will,

And to their wandering mind;

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Their own conceits they follow'd still,

Their own devices blind.

13 O that my people would be wife,

To ferve me all their days,

And O that Ifrael would advise

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To walk my righteous ways.

14 Then would I foon bring down their foes,

That now fo proudly rife,

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 fhould have no end.

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16 And he would feed them from the shock

With flower of fineft wheat,

And fatisfy them from the rock

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PSA L. LXXXII..

OD in the * great * assembly stands
Of kings and lordly ftates,

† Among the Gods, † on both his hands
He judges and debates.

2 How long will yet pervert the right
With ‡ judgment false and wrong,
Favoring the wicked by your might,
Who thence grow bold and ftrong?
3 Regard the weak and fatherless,
|| Dispatch the || poor man's cause,
And ** raise the man in deep distress
By juft and equal laws.

4 Defend the poor and defolate,

And rescue from the hands

Of wicked men the low eftate

Of him that help demands.

5 They know not, nor will understand,

In darkness they walk on,

The earth's foundations all are †† mov'd,

And‍†† out of order gone.

Tifepbetu gravel.

++ Jimmotu.

6 I faid

6 I faid that ye were Gods, yea all The fons of God moft high;

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

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8 Rife God, judge thou the earth in might,

This wicked earth * redress,

For thou art he who shalt by right

The nations all poffefs.

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E not thou filent now at length,
O God, hold not thy peace;

Sit thou not still, O God of strength,

We cry, and do not ceafe.

z For lo thy furious foes now † fwell,
And ftorm outrageously,

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

3 Against thy people they

contrive

Their plots and counfels deep,

** Them to infnare they chiefly strive, ++ Whom thou dost hide and keep. 4 Come let us cut them off, say they,

Till they no nation be,

That Ifrael's name for ever may

Be loft in memory.

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