2 The Hebrew bears both. Whom thou rememberest no more, Them, from thy hand delivered o'er, Where thickest darkness hovers round, 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, 2 Thou break'st upon me all thy waves, 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, Me to them odious, for they change, 9 Through sorrow and affliction great Io Wilt thou do wonders on the dead? And praise thee from their loathsome bed II Shall they thy loving-kindness tell On whom the grave hath hold? 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand Óf dark oblivion? 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry And up to thee my prayer doth hie 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake Heb. Pra 15 That am already bruised, and3 shake concussione. With terror sent from thee; While I thy terrors undergo, Astonished with thine ire? 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow; 17 All day they round about me go; 60 50 40 330 Like waves they me pursue. 18 Lover and friend thou hast removed, They fly me now whom I have loved, 70 PSALM I. Done into verse 1653. BLEST is the man who hath not walked astray And in his law he studies day and night. For the Lord knows the upright way of the just, IO PSALM II. Done August 8, 1653. — Terzetti. WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations "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 Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell And fierce ire trouble them. "But I," saith he, "Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion my holy hill." A firm decree ΙΟ I will declare: the Lord to me hath said, The Heathen, and, as thy conquest to be swayed, Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low 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 ! That of my life distrustfully thus say, The exalter of my head I count: Unto Jehovah; he full soon replied, I lay and slept; I waked again : For my sustain Was the Lord. Of many millions The populous rout I fear not, though, encamping round about, They pitch against me their pavilions. Rise, Lord; save me, my God! for thou Hast smote ere now On the cheek-bone all my foes, Of men abhorred Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; 20 ΙΟ 20 PSALM IV. August 10, 1653. ANSWER me when I call, And set at large: now spare, Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer. 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? Yet know the Lord hath chose, Chose to himself apart, The good and meek of heart (For whom to choose he knows); Jehovah from on high Will hear my voice what time to him I cry. Be awed, and do not sin; Speak to your hearts alone Upon your beds, each one, Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. Many there be that say "Who yet will show us good?' Talking like this world's brood ; But, Lord, thus let me pray : 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. IO 20 30 40 ΙΟ PSALM V. August 12, 1653. JEHOVAH, to my words give ear, I' the morning I to thee with choice Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appear. In wickedness delight; Evil with thee no biding makes; Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight. Thou hat'st; and them unblest Thou wilt destroy that speak a lie; The bloody and guileful man God doth detest. Thy numerous mercies, go Into thy house; I, in thy fear, Will towards thy holy temple worship low. That do observe if I transgress; Set thy ways right before where my step goes. No word is firm or sooth; Their inside, troubles miserable; An open grave their throat, their tongue they smooth. By their own counsels quelled; Push them in their rebellions all Still on; for against thee they have rebelled. To bless the just man still: Him with thy lasting favour and good will. 40 30% 20 |