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A paraphrase upon the Psalms of David by Sam. Woodford.
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Woodford, Samuel, 1636-1700.
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be plac't Their's who in heav'nly verse Do their own praise in Gods rehearse The sacred Harp which lay unstrung Broken and out of tune as much As when upon the Willows once it hung No English hand could hit the graceful Touch Cowley took up and with an artful stroke One Lesson playd One Lesson did provoke Your tuneful Soul which could no longer stay Till it found out this only skilful way At length the skilful way you found With a true Eare judg'd the melodious sound And with a nimble hand run descant on the Hebrew ground To the Author on his excellent Version of the Psalms A Pindariqu ' Ode I. SEE Worthy Friend what I would do Whom neither Muse nor Art inspire That have no friend in all the sacred Quire To shew my kindness for your Book and you Forc't to disparage what I would admire Boldman that dares attempt Pindariqu ' now Since the great Pindar 's greatest son From the ungrateful Age is gon Cowley ha's bid th' ungrateful Age Adieu Apollo 's rare Columbus He Found out new worlds of Poetrie He like an Eagle tower'd aloft To seize his noble prey Yet as a Dove 's his soul was soft Quiet as night but bright as day To Heaven in fiery Chariot He Ascended by Seraphick Poesie But which of us poor Mortals since can find Any inspiring Mantle that he left behind 2. His pow'rful numbers might ha' done you right He could ha'spar'd you immortality Under that Chieftains banners you might fight Assur'd of Laurels and of Victory Over devouring time sword and fire And Jove 's important ire My humble verse would better sing David the shepheard than the King And yet methinks 't is stately to be one Tho' of the meaner sort Of them that may approach a Prince's Throne If 't were but to be seen at Court Such Sir is my ambition for a name Which I shall rather take of You than give For in Your Book I cannot miss of fame But by contact shall live Thus on your Chariot's wheel shall I Ride safe and look as big as Aesop 's Flie Who from th' Olympian race new come And now triumphantly got home To his neighbours of the Swarm thus proudly said Don't you remember what a Dust I made 3. Where e're the Son of Jesse 's Harp shall sound Or Israels sweetest songs be sung Like Sampson 's Lion sweet and strong You and your happy Muse shall be renown'd To whose kind hand the Son of Jesse owes His last deliverance from all his foes Blood thirsty Saul lâ—ss barbarous than they His person only sought to kill These did his deathless Poems slay And sought immortal blood to spill To sing whose Songs in Babylon would be A new Captivitie Deposed by these Rebels You alone Restore the glorious David to his Throne Long in disguise the Royal Prophet lay Long from his own thoughts banished Ne're since his death till this illustrious day Was Scepter in his hand or Crown set on his head He seem'd as if at Gath he still had been As once before proud Achish he appear'd His face besmear'd And spittle on his beard A laughing stock to the insulting Philistin Drest in their Rimes he lookt as he were Mad In Tissue You and Tyrian Purple have him clad Thomas Flatman M. A. To the Reader Notwithstanding the great care and diligence that has been all along used many faults by reason of the Authors absence the whole time have escaped the Press some whereof disturb the sense very much many the verse The reader therefore is desired with his pen to supply the place of the Corrector and to take the pains to mend the grossest noted in the following list by which he will not only do the Author justice but himself if he means to peruse the book a Courtesie Errata PAge 6. read exaudivit p. 7. verse 6. r. hundred folds p. 19. l. 2. r. The just p. 25. l. 12. r. their own darts p. 27. l. 6. r. move the rocks p. 29. l. 3. r. fills p. 32. l. 5. r. where he his p. 38. l. 2. r. has bowd p. 44. l. 15. r. And break p. 49. l. 2. r. May Jacobs p. 52. l. 14. r. Thy wrath shall make their darkness bright p. 60. l. 6. r. The hands which p. 64. l. 2. r. only know'st p. 71. l. 23. r. Syrion p. 77. l. 15. r. A Fear I 'm to p. 82. l. 21. r. Gods who p. 85. l. 12. r. than Peaces p. 123. l. 25. r. and burns the p. 155 l. 5. r. There till these stormes are past ly hid under their shaddow ly else on them fly away p. 166. l. 21. r. T was once spoke and th' Almighty words I twice did hear p. 175. l. 24. r. The wind which rais'd Thy Name away should bear p. 178. l. 9. r. He Kings and p. 179. l. 22. r. which bear Him guides p. 181. l. 7. r. How God p. 183. l. 2. r. along the p. 196. l. 15. r. The vallys and the p 203. l. 5. r. secure they live l. 25. r. what it meant p. 209. l. 17. r. e're this p. 211. l. 8. r. Hills of Prey p. 213. l. 4. r. I felt if He p. 222. l. 10. r. and washt its stones p. 228. l. 15. r. I had led l. 20. r. Have strewd fresh p. 232. l. 8. r. Monuments of grass l. 26. r. Fill every Face p. 245. l. 3. r. Though Death p. 246. l. 9. r. uphold thy Throne p. 249. l. 12. r. the blow p. 278 l. 7. r. may back l. 24. r. shalt raise it p. 279. l. 2. r. their 's my l. 3. dele shall p. 283. l. 16. r. of his care p. 293. l. 17. r. who most shall p. 300 l 24. r. For as the p. 310 l. 20. r. From whence p. 311. l 16. r. And thought l. 22. r. Or teach His p. 320. l. 15. r. A Citty l. 26. r. their noyse p. 321. l. 15. r. gates of Brass p. 331. l. 4. r. till He gets the p. 335. l. 14. r. where as it stands p. 348. l. 25. r. didst obtain p. 356. l. 18. r. Before Kings and not take but turn on them the shame p 397. l. 24. r. But to thy Temple be restor'd again p. 427. l. 14. r. Fruitful seasons l. 26. r. as poor a thing is Man THE FIRST BOOK OF PSALMS The First Psalm Beatus Vir qui non abiit c. I. THrice happy man who in the beaten wayes Of Careless sinners never blindly strayes In their assemblies nor maintains their part Their scoffs or their debates will hear But leaves the place as well as Chair And keeps his ears as guiltless as his heart II. Who in th' Almighties Law his age do's spend Grows old in that which will his age commend By day he reads it meditates at night Makes it his Guide makes it his Stay His greatest business night and day But less his business makes it than delight III. He shall be like a Tree
to their Land Made fruitful by His plenteous rain When on the Proud He throws the Chain And turns their Pastures to a dry and barren Sand. III. Lord when Thou through the Wilderness did'st go And their great Journeis to thy Israel show And though Thou fill'dst the Heav'ns confind'st Thy self to'a Cloud below Sinai did at Thy Presence quake The Rocks bow'd down and the whole Earth did shake And stubborn Israel in their horrors did partake Thou thundred'st and to own Thy Power The Heav'ns let fall a mighty shower With whose cool drops Thou did'st restore The fully'd beauties of the shriv'led Earth Giving its fruits and flowers new birth And made'st it fairer than it was before The desert with Thy blessing did abound New streams refresh't the weary ground And Jacob there a safe retreat from bondage found There He securely dwelt And all th' effects of mighty goodness fâ—lt There for His poor Thou did'st prepare And of His Armies took'st the care Still guiding them by Thine own hand Till by safe Conduct Thou hadst brought them to th' Promis'd Land IV. Before the Camp God march't and Victory Follow'd Him close in view of all Our Wives who saw the Enemy fall To meet our triumphs laid their distaffs by And took the Cymbal and the Lute And sang to them that praise we shouted to the Flute They sang of Armies and of Kings How soon their troops were put to flight E're they had well resolv'd to fight With all the Mirth which certain conquest brings Now God abroad did overcome And they divided the rich spoil at home And though amongst the Pots they long had lain Condemn'd to Brickilns and the Mine How all the flames did but their Oar refine And made them with more Lustre shine When all their former beauties it had first restor'd again Like spotless Doves in their most glorious flight Reflecting from their wings the tremb'ling light In thousand colours which the eye both dazle and invite V. And so look'd Palestine when th' Heathen fell And spoils of Kings were scat'red there The Land which was before as dark as Hell Receiv'd fresh verdure and became with Trophies fair On high its head did bear As if with snowy Salmon 't would compare Basan's high Hill God did with blessings crown And on it show'rd such plenty down One would have thought that God had chose it for His own But hold O Hill raise not Thy self too high For Sion yet shall o're Thee reign With Her compar'd Thou must fall down again And flat as Thine own Vallies lye For God in Sion to reside intends There must His House and Altar be His dwelling place to all Eternity And the whole World to Her shall bow And yield their necks as well as Thou To Sion whose Vast sway all bounds transcends Beyond the boundless space wherefurthest Nature ends VI. On Herth ' Eternal will erect His Throne God whom the Powers of Heav'n and Earth obey At whose dread Presence Sinai fled away When thither He to Israel all in fire came down Smoke and thick Light'ning did the mountain bound With twenty thousand flaming Chariots girt around The Guard Divine whose wheels in Thunder did resound And when He thence arose and up on high Ascended with His glorious trains He lead Captivity in Chains And gifts on men bestow'd as well as liberty To Traytors pardon granted and a Land Which was the purchase of His Own right hand And if no more they would rebell With promise there to make His Court and ever dwell To Him alone be all the Praise Who thus His Name and Us can raise And with ten thousand Blessings crowns Our dayes VII 'T is He who saves Us and to Him belong The keyes of th ' Adamantine Gates of Death He opens and none shuts gives and recalls Our breath Whose Name is Our Salvation Great and Strong Who will the Wicked tumble to the ground And make His Soul a passage through His Wound But to His People sayes I will again Repeat the Wonders which I heretofore have shown And greater do than e're I yet have done On Basan get my self a Name Bow down His neck and raise in Mounts the liquid Plain The Sea once more divide to make you way Now truly Red with purple streams which flow From your fierce En'mies veins and my great blow That Sea as well as Aegypt's trembling shall obey And there you shall securely pass And there your feet and garments wash Your very dogs shall drink the blood And gorg'd with humane flesh shall sport alone the scarlet Flood VIII And so they did and then Thy paths O God were seen And all Thy goings nothing came between How Thou didst both their way and Armies lead Before the Singers went and then the Flutes The Maidens follow'd with their Lutes And fearful Women heard shrill Trumpets without dread Bless ye said they the Mighty God! Ye streams which from Old Jacob's spring procced The Faithfull Jacob's happy seed And with you stablish His Divine Aboad Let little Benjamin be there and there The Governours of Judah fam'd for War Whil'st Learned Napthali and Zabulon For the great day and solemn pomp compose a Song And with their Numbers all the Tribes conduct along Let God Himself new strength command And since He ha's such wonders done Perfect what is so well begun And as we all before His Temple stand Those heads which he ha's sav'd exalt with His own hand IX There Lord Our spoils to Thee We 'll consecrate And Princes thither shall their Tribute bring And swear Alleg'ance to Thee as their King Thy Peace and Friendship supplicate And on their knees receive new Titles to their State Those who refuse and think their Pow'r so great That it or can resist or vye with Thine And Heav'n with open blasphemies dare threat Against their Spears Lord make Thy Light'ning shine And or o'rethrow or force them to a base retreat And to those roaring Bulls presumptuous noise And bleating of their Calves oppose the Thunder of Thy voice Till they for pardon sue and all submit And as Thou on Thy Throne do'st sit Their necks and gifts lay humbly at Thy Feet Till Aegypt and the Lybian Nations come And leaving all the Gods they had at home In Sion only seek the True and Holy One X. Praise Him all Kingdoms and all Lands That God who ha's in Heav'n set fast His Throne And all its Armies with His voice commands And makes them trembling His Dominion own His Mighty Voice abroad He sends That Voice which tallest Cedars rends And makes His Thunder heard to th'Worlds utmost ends Wisdom and Strength and Majesty To Israels Strength and Wisdom give Honour and Praise to the Most High And endless Rule to Him who doth for ever Live To Thee O God most Worthy to be prais'd And in Thy Temple to be fear'd of all Who Jacob from the dust hast rais'd And so uphold'st that He shall never fall Whose Sacred and