248 PS AL M M S. PSALMI. Done into verfe, 1653. Lefs'd is the man who hath not walk'd aftray In counsel of the wicked, and i' th' of finners hath not stood, and in the feat great way Of fcorners hath not fat. But in the W A S 10 15 PSAL. II. Done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette. HY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations Mufe a vain thing, the kings of th'earth upftand With pow'r, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together through each land Against Against the Lord and his Meffiah dear? 5 Let us break off, fay they, by ftrength of hand Their bonds, and caft from us, no more to wear, Their twifted cords: He who in Heav'n 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, faith he, Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion my holy' hill. A firm decree I will declare; the Lord to me hath faid Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day; afk of me, and the grant is made; As thy poffeffion I on thee beftow 10 T Th' Heathen, and as thy conqueft to be fway'd Earth's utmost bounds: them fhalt thou bring full low With iron scepter bruis'd, and them difperfe 20 And now be wife at length ye Kings averse, appear 2.5 In anger and ye perish in the way, If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere. Happy all those who have in him their stay. L PSA L. III. Aug. 9. 1653. When he fled from Abfalom. ORD how many are my foes! That in arms against me rise! That of my life diftruftfully thus fay, · Thee through my story Th' exalter of my head I count;: Aloud I cry'd Unto Jehovah, he full foon reply'd Was the Lord. Of many millions The populous rout I fear not, though incamping round about 5 10 15 They They pitch against me their pavilions. Rife, Lord, fave me my God, for thou Haft fmote ere now On the cheek-bone all my foes, Of men abhorr'd 26 Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy bleffing on thy people flows. PSAL. IV. Aug. 10. 1653. Nfwer me when I call, God of my righteousness, In ftraits and in distress Thou didft me difinthrall And fet at large; now spare, Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray'r. Great ones how long will ye 5 My glory have in scorn, How long be thus forborn Still to love vanity, To love, to feek, to prize Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies? Yet know the Lord hath chofe, Chose to himself apart, The The good and meek of heart 15 (For whom to choose he knows) Jehovah from on high Will hear my voice what time to him I cry. Be aw'd, and do not fin, Speak to your hearts alone, Offer the offerings just Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust, Many there be that fay Who yet will show us good? Talking like this world's brood; But, Lord, thus let me pray, On us lift up the light 20 25 |