The tools of death, that waits him near. (His arrows purposely made he For them that perfecute.) Behold 50 He travels big with vanity, 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 steep. Then will I Jehovah's praise According to his justice raise, And fing the Name and Deity 60 PSAL. VIII. Aug. 14. 1653. Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great And glorious is thy name thro' all the earth! So as above the Heav'ns thy praise to set Out of the tender mouths of latest birth. Out of the mouths of babes and fucklings thou 5 Hast founded strength because of all thy foes, To stint th' enemy, and flack th' avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy providence to' oppose. When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy fingers art, The moon and stars which thou so bright hast set In the pure firmament, then faith my heart, O what is man that thou remembrest yet, And think'ft upon him; or of man begot, That him thou visit'st, and of him art found? Scarce to be lefs than Gods, thou mad'ft his lot, 15 With honor and with state thou haft him crown'd. O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'ft him Lord, 20 Fowl of the Heav'ns, and fish that through the wet Sea paths in fhoals do flide, and know no dearth. O Jehovah our Lord, how wond'rous great April 1648. J. M. Nine of the Pfalms done into metre, wherein all, but what is in a different character, are the very words of the text, tranflated from the original. PSAL. LXXX. HOU Shepherd that doft Ifrael keep Who leddeft like a flock of sheep Thy loved Jofeph's feed, That fitft between the Cherubs bright, Between their wings out-fpread, Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light, 2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's, 5 10 Awake* thy ftrength, come, and be feen *Gnorera. To fave us by thy might. 3 Turn us again, thy grace divine To us, O God, vouchsafe; Cause thou thy face on us to shine, And then we shall be safe. 4 Lord God of Hofts, how long wilt thou, How long wilt thou declare 15 Thy smoking wrath, and angry brow *Gnafhanta. 5 Against thy people's prayer! Thou feed'ft them with the bread of tears, And mak'ft them * largely drink the tears 6 A frife thou mak'ft us and a prey To every neighbor foe, 20 * Shalifh. 25 + + Filgnagu. 30 Amongst themselves † they laugh, they † play, And † flouts at us they throw. 7 Return us, and thy grace divine O God of Hofts vouchsafe, Cause thou thy face on us to fhine, And then we shall be safe. 8 A vine from Egypt thou haft brought, Thy free love made it thine, And drov'ft out nations, proud and haut, 35 To plant this lovely vine. 9 Thou did❜ft prepare for it a place, And root it deep and fast, That it began to grow apace, And fill'd the land at last. 40 Her other branches went. 12 Why haft thou laid her hedges low, And broken down her fence, That all may pluck her, as they go, With rudeft violence? 13 The tusked boar out of the wood Up turns it by the roots, 50 Wild beafts there brouze, and make their food 55 Her grapes and tender fhoots. 14 Return now, God of Hofts, look down From Heav'n, thy seat divine, Behold us, but without a frown, And visit this thy vine. 15 Vifit this vine, which thy right hand Hath fet, and planted long, 60 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, 65 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, 70 Upon the fon of man, whom thou Strong for thyself haft made. 18 So fhall we not go back from thee To ways of fin and shame, |