Mine enemies shall all be blank, and dash'd With much confusion; then, grown red with shame, They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd. PSALM VII. Aug. 14, 1653. UPON THE WORDS OF CHUSH1 THE BENJAMITE AGAINST HIM. LORD, my God, to thee I fly; Lord, my God, if I have thought Be in my hands; if I have wrought Let the enemy pursue my soul, In the dust; and there, out-spread, 'Chush:' one of Saul's courtiers. Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire, Rouse thyself amidst the rage foes that urge like fire; Of my And wake for me, their fury assuage; So the assemblies of each nation All people from the world's foundation. Judge me, Lord; be judge in this Upon me; cause at length to cease But the just establish fast, Since thou art the just God that tries God is a just judge and severe, His sword he whets, his bow hath bended Already, and for him intended The tools of death, that waits him near. (His arrows purposely made he 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 PSALM VIII. Aug. 14, 1653. O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wondrous great So as above the heavens thy praise to set Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou Hast founded strength, because of all thy foes, To stint the enemy, and slack the avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy Providence to oppose. When I behold thy heavens, thy fingers' art, The moon, and stars, which thou so bright hast set In the pure firmament; then saith my heart, O, what is man that thou remember'st yet, 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, 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, 2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's, Awake thy strength, come, and be seen 3 Turn us again, thy grace divine. 4 Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou 5 Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears: 6 A strife thou mak'st us and a prey To every neighbour foe; Among themselves they laugh, they play, And flouts at us they throw. 7 Return us, and thy grace divine, Cause thou thy face on us to shine, |