15 Who hate the Lord should then be fain To bow to him and bend; But they, his people, should remain, 16 And he would feed them from the shock With flower of finest wheat, And satisfy them from the rock PSALM LXXXII. 1 GOD in the great assembly stands 2 How long will ye pervert the right 3 Regard the weak and fatherless, 4 Defend the poor and desolate, And rescue from the hands Of wicked men the low estate Of him that help demands. 5 They know not, nor will understand, The earth's foundations all are mov'd, 6 I said that ye were gods, yea all The sons of God Most High; 7 But ye shall die like men, and fall, As other princes die. 8 Rise, God; judge thou the earth in might, This wicked earth redress; For Thou art He who shall by right PSALM LXXXIII. 1 BE not thou silent now at length, 2 For lo, thy furious foes now swell, And they that hate thee, proud and fell, 3 Against thy people they contrive 4 Come, let us cut them off, say they, Till they no nation be; That Israel's name for ever may 5 For they consult with all their might, And all, as one in mind, Themselves against thee they unite, And in firm union bind. 6 The tents of Edom, and the brood Moab, with them of Hagar's blood, 7 Gebal and Ammon there conspire, The Philistines, and they of Tyre, 8 With them great Ashur also bands, And doth confirm the knot: All these have lent their armed hands 9 Do to them as to Midian bold, That wasted all the coast; To Sisera; and, as is told, Thou didst to Jabin's host, When, at the brook of Kishon old, 10 At Endor quite cut off, and roll'd 11 As Zeb and Oreb evil sped, 12 For they amidst their pride have said, 13 My God, oh make them as a wheel, 14 As when an aged wood takes fire The greedy flame runs higher and higher 15 So with thy whirlwind them pursue, And with thy tempest chase; 16 And till they yield thee honour due, Lord, fill with shame their face. 17 Asham'd, and troubled, let them be, Troubled, and sham'd for ever; Ever confounded, and so die With shame, and 'scape it never. 18 Then shall they know, that Thou, whose Name Jehovah is alone, Art the Most High, and Thou the same O'er all the earth art One. PSALM LXXXIV. 1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair! The pleasant tabernacles are, 2 My soul doth long and almost die 3 There even the sparrow, freed from wrong, Even by thy altars, Lord of Hosts, 4 Happy, who in thy house reside, Where thee they ever praise! 5 Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide, And in their hearts thy ways! 6 They pass through Baca's thirsty vale, As through a fruitful watery dale, |