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1. God in the 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 judgement 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 from the hands Of wicked men the low estate
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.
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;
The nations all possess.
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 originale
1. Thou Shepherd, that dost Israel keep
Give ear in time of need ?
Thy loved Joseph's seed;
Between their wings out-spread;
2. In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's,
And in-Manasse's sight,
To save 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 Hosts, how long wilt thou,
How long wilt thou declare
Against thy people's prayer !
5. Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears ;
Their bread with tears they eat;
Wherewith their cheeks are wet.
6. A strife thou mak'st us and a prey
To every neighbour foe;
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,
9 Thou didst prepare for it a place,
And root it deep and fast, That it began to grow apace,
And fill’d the land at tast.
10. With her green shade that cover'd all,
The hills were over-spread;
Advanc'd their lofty head.
11. Here 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 brouze, 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 froun,
And visit this thy vine.