5 From life discharged and parted quite Them, from thy hand delivered o'er, Where thickest darkness hovers round, 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, 2Thou break'st upon me all thy waves, 2 And all thy waves break me. 20 30 The Hebrew bears both. 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, Me to them odious, for they change, 9 Through sorrow and affliction great 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead? And praise thee from their loathsome bed II Shall they thy loving-kindness tell 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand Thy justice in the gloomy land Of dark oblivion? 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry Ere yet my life be spent; And up to thee my prayer doth hie 40 50 3 Heb.: Pra concussione. 15 14 Each morn, and thee prevent. 3 That am already bruised, and shake Bruised and afflicted, and so low As ready to expire, While I thy terrors undergo, Astonished with thine ire? 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow; 18 Lover and friend thou hast removed, They fly me now whom I have loved, 60 70 PSALM I. Done into verse 1653 BLEST is the man who hath not walked astray 10 PSALM II. Done August 8, 1653.—Terzetti WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations Muse a vain thing, the kings of the earth upstand With power, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together through each land Against the Lord and his Messiah dear? "Let us break off," say they, "by strength of hand, Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear, Their twisted cords." He who in Heaven doth dwell Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them, then severe Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell And fierce ire trouble them. "But I," saith he, I will declare: the Lord to me hath said, The Heathen, and, as thy conquest to be swayed, And now be wise at length, ye kings averse; If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sere. PSALM III. August 9, 1653 When he fled from Absalom LORD, how many are my foes! How many those That in arms against me rise! 20 Many are they That of my life distrustfully thus say, The exalter of my head I count: Unto Jehovah; he full soon replied, Was the Lord. Of many millions I fear not, though, encamping round about, Rise, Lord; save me, my God! for thou Hast smote ere now On the cheek-bone all my foes, Of men abhorred 10 20 Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; PSALM IV. August 10, 1653 ANSWER me when I call, And set at large: now spare Great ones, how long will ye My glory have in scorn? How long be thus forborne Still to love vanity? To love, to seek, to prize Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies? 10 Yet know the Lord hath chose, The good and meek of heart (For whom to choose he knows); Will hear my voice what time to him I cry. Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. Many there be that say "Who yet will show us good?" Talking like this world's brood; On us lift up the light, Lift up the favour, of thy count'nance bright. Into my heart more joy And gladness thou hast put Than when a year of glut Their stores doth over-cloy, And from their plenteous grounds With vast increase their corn and wine abounds. In peace at once will I Both lay me down and sleep; For thou alone dost keep Me safe where'er I lie: As in a rocky cell Thou, Lord, alone in safety mak'st me dwell. PSALM V. August 12, 1653 JEHOVAH, to my words give ear, The voice of my complaining hear, 20 30 40 |