He travels big with vanity, Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep, His mischief that due course doth keep, Fall on his crown with ruin steep. Then will I Jehovah's praise 55 60 PSALM VIII. AUG. 14, 1653. O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wondrous great Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou 5 stirt th' enemy] A violent cæsure in the last syllable of chemy. See above, Ps. v. 16. Ps. vii. 22. Warton. But perhaps it should be pronounced en'my. VOL. III. When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy fingers' art, And think'st upon him; or of man begot, That him thou visit'st, and of him art found? Scarce to be less than Gods, thou mad'st his lot, With honour and with state thou hast him crown'd. O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him lord, 20 Fowl of the Heavens, and fish that through the wet APRIL, 1648. J. M. 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 original. PSALM LXXX. 1 THOU Shepherd that dost Israel keep Give ear in time of need, Who leadest like a flock of sheep Thy loved Joseph's seed, That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright, Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light, 2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's, Awake thy strength, come, and be seen 3 Turn us again, thy grace divine Cause thou thy face on us to shine, And then we shall be safe. 4 Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou, Thy smoking wrath, and angry brow 5 Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears, Their bread with tears they eat, And mak'st them largely drink the tears 6 A strife thou mak'st us and a prey Among themselves they laugh, they play, 7 Return us, and thy grace divine, 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, 15 20 25 30 5 And drov'st out nations, proud and haut, To plant this lovely vine. 9 Thou did'st prepare for it a place, And root it aeep and fast, That it began to grow apace, And fill'd the land at last. 10 With her green shade that cover'd all, Her boughs as high as cedars tall 11 Her branches on the western side And upward to that river wide 12 Why hast thou laid her hedges low, 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, 35 50 Wild beasts there brouze, and make their food 14 Return now, God of Hosts, look down From Heav'n, thy seat divine, Behold us, but without a frown, 60 Proude and haute.' Skelton's Magnyfycence, 'Ill and haut.' Barclay's Ship of Fooles, p. Strife hatching haut ambition.' Sylvester's Du 35 haut] p. xi. xxvi. 214. 240. Bartas, p. 135. 15 Visit this vine, which thy right hand And the young branch, that for thyself 16 But now it is consum'd with fire, Upon the son of man, whom thou 18 So shall we not go back from thee To ways of sin and shame, Shall call upon thy Name. 19 Return us, and thy grace divine, Lord God of Hosts, vouchsafe, Cause thou thy face on us to shine, And then we shall be safe. PSALM LXXXI. 1 To God our strength sing loud, and clear, Sing loud to God our King, To Jacob's God, that all may hear, Loud acclamations ring. 2 Prepare a hymn, prepare a song, The timbrel hither bring, 65 70 75 80 |