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On the cheek-bone all my foes, Of men abhorr'd Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows.
P S A L. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.
ANSWER me when I call,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray'r.
Still to love vanity, 10
To love, to seek, to prize
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies? Yet know the Lord hath chose, Chose to himself apart,
The good and meek of heart 15
(For whom to choose he knows)
Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.
Speak to your hearts alone, 20
Upon your beds, each one,
N n .2 Offer Offer the offerings just
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.
Who yet will show us good?
Lift up the favor of thy count'nance bright. 30
With vast increase their corn and wine abounds. In peace at once will I Both lay me down and steep, For thou alone dost keep.
Me safe where'er I lie; 40
As in a rocky cell
Thou Lord alone in safety mak'st me dwelL
P S A L. V. Aug. 12. 1653.
JEHOVAH to my words give ear,
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, 10
Evil with thee no biding makes,
Thou hat'st'; and them unblest
The bloody' and guileful man God doth detest. But I will in thy mercies dear
Thy numerous mercies go Into thy house; I in thy fear Will tow'rds thy holy temple worship low. 20
Lord lead me in thy righteousness,
Lead me because of those That do observe if I transgress, Set thy ways right before, where my step goes. --. For in his faltring mouth unstable 25
No word is firm or smooth; Their inside, troubles miserable; An open grave their throat, theirtongue they smooth. God, find them guilty, let them fall
By their own counsels quell'd; 30
Push them in their rebellions all
DeDefend'st them, they shall ever sing 35
And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name.
For thou Jehovah wilt be sound
As with a shield thou wilt surround
P S A L. VI. Aug. 13. 1653.
LORD in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? 10
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
I'th'midst of all mine enemies that mark. 15
Depart all ye that work iniquity,
Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my
My supplication with acceptance fair (pray'r,
The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20 Mine enemies shall all be blank and dash'd
With much confusion; then grown red with shame, They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd.
PS AL. VII. Aug. 14. 1653.
LORD my God to thee I fly,
Tearing and no rescue nigh.
Lord my God if I have thought
Or done this, if wickedness
Be in my hands, if I have wrought
I11 to him that meant me peace, * 10
Or to him have render'd less,
And not free'd my foe for nought;
Let th' enemy pursue my soul
And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth, and roll 15
In the dust my glory dead,
In the dust and there out-spread
Lodge it with dishonor foul.