no vent Ready to breake the swelling Continent Words therefore must my toiling thoughts relieve And to restrained Truth inlargement give No personall Respects my thoughts shall move Nor will I Man with flattering titles smooth Should I so prostitute my servile Breath My Maker soone would cut me of by Death Chap. 33 And now O Iob what I shall utter heare As I my lips so open thou thine eare I sacred knowledge clearely will impart Drawne from the fountaine of a single heart God made us both with breath of Life inspir'd In shrouds of fraile Mortalitie attyr'd Then since we shall with equall Armes contend Arise and if thou canst thy cause defend Behold according to thy wish I stand In steed of God though made of slime and Sand. I will not with sterne Menaces affright Nor shall my hand on thee like Thunder-light For I with griefe O Iob have heard thee vaunt And breake into this passionate Complaint My Heart is uncorrupt my Innocence Without a Staine my life free from offence Yet he occasion seekes to overthrow And trample on me as his mortall foe Who least I should escape in fetters binds Observes my steps and makes the faults he finds How rash is thy bold charge God is compleat In his owne Essence much than man more great And yet dar'st thou contend his patience grieve Will He a reason for his Actions give Oft he to Mortals speaks yet will not they The Counsell of his Oracles obey Sometimes by Dreames in silence of the Night Sometimes by Visions he informes their sight When sleepe his Poppy on their Temples sheds Or they lye musing on their restlesse beds The cause of their afflictions then reveales And on their Hearts his reprehension seales That he may man prevent his pride repell Save from the sword and greedy jawes of Hell For this diseased on his bed he groanes While unrelenting Torments gnaw his bones The sight of Food his emptie stomack fils And Dainties to his taste are lothsome Pils By wasting Hecticks of his flesh bereft Bones late unseene alone apparant left His Soule sits mourning at the gates of Death While anguish strives to suffocate his breath But if a Prophet or Interpreter One of a thousand with the sicke conferre Before his eyes his ugly sinnes detect And to a better life his Steps direct Then Mercy thus will cry Release the bound From Sinne and Hell I have a Ransome found Then shall his bones the flesh of Babes indue His youth and beauty like the spring renew He shall his God implore his glorious Face VVith joy behold and flourish in his grace For God will his Integritie regard His vertue with a Bounteous hand reward His Eyes the secrets of all hearts survay VVhen the contrite and bleeding Soule shall say How have I Justice forc'd the poore undone Sinne heapt on Sinne to my owne Ruine run Then God shall raise him from the shades of Night And he shall live to see th' etheriall Light Thus oft to man that Power which wounds and heales The way to Joy by Misery Reveales That he may longer with the living dwell Snatcht from th'extended jawes of Death and Hell O thou of men most wretched heare me speake Nor in thy frantick passion silence breake If thou thy selfe canst cleare at large reply For I thy life would gladly justifie If not my words with wisedome shall informe Thy erring Soule and mitigate this Storme Chap. 34 Then Elihu his speech directs to those Who in a Ring the Disputants inclose You that are wise said he my Doctrine heare You who have knowing Soules afford an Eare. For sence is by that Organ understood Even as the taste distinguisheth of Food By Equitie let us our Judgements guide And this long controverted Cause decide Iob cries I guiltlesse fall to God appeale Yet will not he the clouded truth reveale Shall I with lyes betray my Innocence My wound is mortall ô for what offence VVho of himselfe but he so vainely thinks Who contumacy like cold water drinks He is in shackles by the wicked led And walkes the way which his Associates tread VVhat bootes it man sayes he to take delight In God! and live as alwayes in his sight O heare me you who high in knowledge sit Is it with God that he should Sinne commit No each according to his Merit shall Receive his hire to Justice stand or fall O can Compassion in Destruction joy Or will the righteous Judge the just destroy Shall he the world by mans direction sway VVhom Heaven and Powers Angelicall obey In his disposure is the Orbe of Earth The Throne of Kings and all of humane Birth O if he should the heart of man survay Reduce and take the breath he gave away All Living in a moment would expire And swiftly to there former dust retire Then Iob if thou hast reason if a mind Not partiall let my words acceptance find Shall he who Justice hates rule by his lust Or will 't thou him condemne who is most just Shall Subjects taxe their Kings their Princes blame And with detractions poys'nous breath defame Much lesse upbraid his just Dominion To whom both Lords and vassals are all one Who Rich and Poore alike regards since they By him were form'd from the same lump of clay Pale Death shall in an instant quench their light Whole Nations ravish in the dead of Night Sweep from the Earth the mightie in Command Shall from their Thrones be snatcht without a hand He all beholds with eyes that never close Observes their Steps and their Intentions knowes No mufling Clouds nor Shades infernall can From his inquiry hide offending Man Nor shall the Punishment which guilt pursues Exceed the Crime lest he should God accuse He shall for sinnes unknowne the mighty breake And to their empty thrones advance the weake The Misteries of Night reveale to Day And in their falls their secret faults display Nor his exemplary revenge deferre Presented on the Worlds great Theatre Since they revolt from God with open jawes Blaspheme his Justice and despise his Lawes So that the cries of their oppressions rend The suffering Aire and to his eares ascend Who can disturbe the peace which he bestowes VVhat tumult waken their secure repose VVhat Nation or what one of Mortall Race Shall God behold if he withdraw his Face That Hypocrites no more may tyrannize Nor in their snares the credulous surprize Say thou I will not with my God contend But beare his Chastisements nor more offend My Ignorance informe if I have lent An Eare to vice lest I my sinnes augment VVill he with thy Arbitrement comply VVhither thou should'st consent or shouldst deny His censure is the same Shall I transgresse In not reproving what thou know'st professe And you my Auditors by God indu'd VVith sacred wisedome will I hope conclude That Job on Justice hath aspersions flung And spoken indiscreetly with his tongue O Father give his Miseries no end VVhile he shall his impietie defend
Soule pursues thee in the Night And when the Morne displayes her Light Part. 2 Didst thou thy Judgements exercise Then Mortals should the Truth discerne And yet the Wicked would not learne But thy extended Grace despise Among the Just to Injustice sold Nor will thy Majesty behold Shouldst thou advance thine Arme on High Though wilfull-blind yet should they view The Shame and Vengeance which pursue All those who thy deare Saints envy Those vindicating Flames which burne Thy Foes shall them to Cinders turne Thou our eternall peace hast wrought And in our works thy Wonders showne Though other Lords besides our owne Had us to their subjection brought Yet through thy onely Goodnesse we Remembred both thy Name and Thee Dead are they never more to rise From those darke Caves of endlesse Night Nor ever shall the cheerefull Light Revisit with their closed eyes Thy Vengeance hath expel'd their Breath And clos'd their Memories in Death Part. 3 Thou Thou hast given us wounds on wounds In punishing thy Glory showne Far from thy chearfull Presence throwne Even to the Worlds extreamest bounds Amidst our stripes and sighings we Addrest our zealous Prayers to Thee As Women groaning with their Load The time of their Delivery neere Anticipating paine with feare Screeke in their Pangs So we to God So suffer'd when in thy Disgrace So cry'd out when thou hid'st thy Face For we with Sorrow's burthen fraught Paine and anxiety of Mind Brought onely forth an empty Wind Nor our desir'd Delivery wrought We neither could repulse our Foes Nor give a period to our Woes The Lord thus to his People spake Thy Dead shall live those who remaine In peacefull Graves shall rise againe O you who sleepe in Dust awake Now sing on you my Plants I 'le shed My Deaw the Graves shall cast their Dead Goe hide thee in thy inward Roomes A little till my Wrath passe by To punish Mans impiety The Lord from Heaven in Thunder comes The Earth then shall your Bloud reveale Nor longer shall the Slaine conceale ESAY XXXVIII As the 39. Psalme IN the substraction of my yeares I said with Teares Ah! now I to the Shades below Must naked goe Cut off by Death before my Time And like a Flower cropt in my Prime Lord in thy Temple I no more Shall Thee adore No longer with Mankind converse In my cold Herse My Age is past ere it be spent Removed like a Shepheards Tent. My fraile Life like a Weavers thred My Sins have shred My vitall powers Diseases waste With greedy haste Even from the Evening to the Day I languish and consume away And when the Morning Watch is past Thinke that my last Thou like a Lion break'st my bones Nor hear'st my groanes Even from the Dawning to the Night Death waites to close my failing Sight Thus Swallow-like like to a Crane My Woes complaine Mourne like a Turtle-Dove but late Rob'd of his Mate I my dim eyes to Thee erect The Weake ô strengthen and protect Part 2 What praise can reach thy Clemency O thou Most High Thy Words are ever crown'd with Deeds Joy Griefe succeeds My bitter pangs at length are past And long my peacefull dayes shall last My lively vigour dost restore Increa'st with more My Yeares prolong'd now flourishing In their new Spring Thou hast with Joy dry'd up my Teares And with my Griefe exil'd my Feares Thy Love hath drawne me from the Pit Where Horrors sit My Soule-infecting Sins thou hast Behind Thee cast The Grave can not thy Praise relate Nor Death thy Goodnesse celebrate Can they expect thy Mercy whom Cold Earth intombe The Living must thy Truth display A I this Day This Fathers to their Sons shall tell While Soules in humane Bodies dwell The Lord as ready was to save As I to crave I therefore to the warbling string His Praise will sing And in his House till my last Day My gratefull Vowes devoutly pay JONAH I. As the 9. Psalme ON Thee my captiv'd Soule did call Thou who art present every where From the darke Entrailes of the Whale Didst thy intombed Servant heare Thy Hand into the Surges threw The Seas blacke armes forthwith unfold Downe to the horrid Bottom drew And all her Waves upon me rould Then said my Soule For ever I Am banisht from thy glorious sight And yet thy Temple with the Eye Of Faith review'd in that blind Night The Flouds my Soule involv'd below The swallowing Deeps besieg'd me round And Weeds which in the bottom grow My Head with funerall Dresses bound I to the roots of Mountaines div'd Whom bars of broken Rocks restraine Yet from that Tombe of death reviv'd And rais'd to see the Sun againe I when my Soule began to faint My Vowes and Prayers to thee prefer'd The Lord my passionate complaint Even from his holy Temple heard Those who affect false vanities The Mercy of their God betray But I my Thankes will sacrifice And Vowes to my Redeemer pay HABAKKVK III. As the 72. Psalme GReat God with terror I have heard thy Doome The fearefull punishments that are to come Yet in the midst of those devouring Yeares Then when thy Vengeance shall exceed our Feares Thy Worke in us revive confirme our Faith And still remember Mercy in thy Wrath. God came from Theman and the Holy-one From Parans Mountaine where his Glory shone VVhich fil'd the heav'ns themselves with brighter Raies And all the Earth replenisht with his Praise His Brightnesse as the Suns his Fingers Streames Of Light project his Power hid in those Beames Devouring Pestilence before him flew And wasting Flames his dreadfull Steps pursue Then fixt his Feet and measur'd with his Eyes The Earths Extent pale Feares her Sons surprise The ancient Mountaines shrunke eternall Hils Stoopt to their Bases All Amazement fils His Glory and his Terrour he displaies In his unknowne and everlasting Waies I saw th' afflicted Tents of Cushan quake And Midians Cortines in that Tempest shake Part 2 VVhen thou O Lord the Rivers didst divide And on the Chariots of Salvation ride Through the congested Billowes of the Seas VVas it because thou wast displeas'd with these According to thy Oath thou drew'st thy Sword Thy Oath sworne to our Tribes thy constant Word From cloven Rocks new Torrents tooke their flight And ayery Mountaines trembled at thy sight The over-flowing Streames inforce their Wayes The Deeps to Thee their Hands and Voyces raise The Sunne and Moone obedient to Command Till then in restlesse Motion made a Stand. Thy Darts and flaming Arrowes swift as Sight Confound thy Foes but give thy People Light He in his Fury marched through the Land And crusht the Heathen with a vengefull Hand Th' Anointed with thy Sword their Leaders slew The Joynts disclos'd where Heads of Princes grew VVith thy transfixing Speare their Subjects strake VVho like a blacke and dreadfull Tempest brake Vpon our Front with purpose to devoure And triumph over our despised Power He through the roaring Flouds his People guides
to their Race They their accumulated Riches leave But I with Righteousnesse shall see thy Face And rising in thy Image joy receive PSALME XXVIII As the 72. MY Heart on Thee is fix'd my Strength my Power My stedfast Rocke my Fortresse my high Tower My God my Safetie and my Confidence The Horne of my Salvation my Defence My Songs shall thy deserved Praise resound For at my Prayers thou wilt my Foes confound Sorrowes of Death on everie side assail'd And dreadfull flouds of Impious Men prevail'd Sorrowes of Hell my compast Soule dismayd And to intrap me deadly Snares were layd In this Distresse I cry'd and call'd upon The Lord who heard me from his Holy Throne He trembling Earth in his fierce Anger strooke Th'unfixed roots of aierie Mountaines shooke Smoke from his Nostrils flew devouring Fire Brake from his Mouth Coles kindled by his Ire In his Descent bow'd Heaven with Earth did meet And gloomy Darknesse roll'd beneath his Feet A Golden-winged Cherubin bestrid And on the swiftly flying Tempest rid He Darknesse made his secret Cabinet Part 2 Thicke Fogs and dropping Clouds about him set The Beames of his bright Presence these expell VVhence showres of burning Coles and Hailestones fell From troubled Skies loud claps of Thunder brake In Haile and darting Flames th'Almightie spake VVhose Arrowes my amazed Foes subdue And at their scatred Troups his Lightning threw The Ocean could not his deepe Botome hide The World 's conceal'd Foundations were descri'd At thy rebuke Jehovah at the blast Even of the breath which through thy nostrils past He with extended armes his Servant saves And drew me sinking from th' inraged waves From my proud foes by his assistance freed VVho swolne with hate no lesse in strength exceed VVithout his aid I in that stormie Day Of my affliction had become their prey VVho from those straits of danger by his Might Enlarg'd my Soule for I was his delight Part 3 The Lord according to my innocence And Justice did his saving grace dispence The narrow Path by him prescrib'd I tooke Nor like the wicked my Great God forsooke For all his Judgements were before mine eyes I with his statutes daily did advise And ever walkt before him void of guile No act or purpose did my soule defile For this he recompenc'd my righteousnesse And crown'd my innocence with faire successe The Mercifull shall flourish in thy Grace Thy Righteousnesse the Righteous shall embrace Thou to the Pure thy purity wilt show And the perverse shall thy aversenesse know For thou wilt thy afflicted People save The proud cast down downe to the greedy grave Thou Lord wilt make my taper to shine bright And cleare my darkenesse with celestiall Light Through Thee I have against an Host revail'd And by thy aid a loftie Bulwarke scal'd Part. 4 Gods path is perfect all his words are just A shield to those that in his promise trust What God is there in Heaven or Earth but ours What Rocke but He against assailing Powers He breath'd new strength and courage in the day Of Battell and securely cleer'd my way He makes my feet outstrip the nimble Hinde Upto the Mountaines where I safetie finde 'T is he that teacheth my weake hands to fight A Bow of steele is broken by their might Thou didst thy ample Shield before me set Thy Arme upheld thy Favour made me great The passage of my steps on every side Thou hast inlarged lest my feet should slide I followed overtooke nor made retreat Untill victorious in my Foes defeat So charg'd with wounds that they no longer stood But at my feet lay bathed in their blood Thou arm'st me with prevailing Fortitude And all that rose against me hast subdu'd Their stubborne necks subjected to my Will That I their bloud who hate my Soule might spill They cry'd aloud but found no succour neere To thee Jehovah but thou would'st not heare Part. 5 I pounded them like dust which Whirle-winds raise Trod under-foot as dirt in beaten wayes From Popular Furie thou hast set me free Among the Heathen hast exalted me Whom unknowne Nations serve as soone obey As heare of me and yeeld unto my sway The Stranger-borne beset with horror fled And in their close Retreats betray their dread O praise the living Lord the Rocke whereon I build the God of my Salvation 'T is he who rights my wrongs the People bends To my Subjection from my Foe defends Thou raisest me above their proud controule And from the violent Man hast freed my Soule The Heathen shall admire my Thankefulnesse My Songs shall thy immortall Praise expresse A great and manifold Deliverance God gives his King his mercie doth advance In his Anointed and will showre his grace Eternally on David and his Race PSALME XIX As the 8. GOds glory the vast Heavens proclame The Firmament his mightie Frame Day unto Day and Night to Night The wonders of his Workes recite To these nor speech nor words belong Yet understood without a Tongue The Globe of Earth they compasse round Through all the world disperse their sound There is the Sunnes Pavillion set Who from his Rosie Cabinet Like a fresh Bride-groome shewes his face And as a Giant runnes his race He riseth in the dawning East And glides obliquely to the West The World with his bright Raies repleat All Creatures cherisht by his heat Gods Lawes are perfect and restore The Soule to life even dead before His Testimonies firmely true With Wisedome simple men indue Part 2 The Lords Commandments are upright And Feast the Soule with sweet delight His Precepts are all Puritie Such as illuminate the Eye The feare of God soil'd with no staine Shall everlastingly remaine Jehovah's Judgements are Divine With Judgement hee doth Justice joyne Which men should more then Gold desire Then heapes of Gold refin'd by Fire More sweet then Honey of the Hive Or Cels where Bees their Treasure slive Thy Servant is inform'd from thence They their Observers recompense Who knowes what his Offences be From secret sinnes O cleanse thou me And from presumptuous Crimes restraine Nor let them in thy Servant reigne So shall I live in Innocence Not spotted with that great Offence My Fortresse my Deliverer O let the Prayers my Lips preferre And Thoughts which from my heart arise be acceptable in thine Eyes PSALME XX. As the 7. THe Lord in thy Adversitie Regard thy crie Great Jacobs God with Safetie arme And shield from harme Helpe from his Sanctuarie send And out of Sion thee defend Thy Odors which pure flames consume Be his Perfume May he accept thy Sacrifice Fir'd from the Skies For ever thy indeavours blesse And crowne thy Counsels with successe We will of thy Deliverance sing Triumphant King Our Ensignes in that prayd-for Day VVith Joy display Even in the Name of God O still May he thy just Desires fulfill Now know I his Anointed He VVill heare and free VVith saving Hand and Mightie Power From his high Tower These trust in Horse
Wicked I have seene in wealth to flow Exceed in power and like a Laurell grow Yet vanish hence as he had never beene I sought him but he was not to be seene Observe the perfect and the pure of heart They die in peace and happily depart But the Vngodly are at once cut downe And perish without pitty or renowne The Lord is the salvation of the Just Their strength in trouble since in him they trust Will those assist who on his aide depend Deliver and from impious Foes defend PSALME XXXVIII As the 4. NOT in thy wrath against me rise Nor in thy fury Lord chastise Thy Arrowes wound Naile to the Ground Thy hand upon me lies No Limb from paine and anguish free Because I have incensed thee Nor rest can take My bones so ake Such sinne abounds in me Like Billowes they my head transcend Beneath their heavy load I bend My Ulcers swell Corrupt and smell Of Folly the sad end Perplext in mind I pine away And mourning wast the tedious day My Flesh no more Then all one Sore All parts at once decay Much broken all my strength o'rethrowne Through anguish of my Soule I groane Lord thou dost see My thoughts and mee My Sighs to thee are knowne My sad Heart pants my nerves relent My Sight growes dim and to augment My miseries All my Allies And Friends themselves absent Part. 2 Who seeke my life their Snares extend Their wicked thoughts on Mischiefe bend Calumniate And lye in wait To bring me to my end But I as deafe to them appeare As mute as if I tonguelesse were My passion rul'd Like one that could At all not speake nor heare Because my hopes on thee relye My God I said O heare my cry Lest they should boast Who hate me most And in my ruine joy For O! I droop with struggling spent My thoughts are on my sorrowes bent My sinnes excesse I will confesse In showres of teares repent My foes are full of strength and pride Who causelesse hate are multipli'd Who good with ill Repay would kill Because I just abide Depart not Lord O pity take Nor me in my extremes forsake Salvation Is thine alone Hast to my succour make PSALME XXXIX CANT BASS I Said I will my wayes observe Lest I should swerve VVith Bit and Reines my Tongue keepe in Too prone to Sinne. Nor to their calumnie replie VVho glorie in Impietie I like a Statue silent stood Dumbe even to good My Sorrowes boyling in my brest Exil'd my rest But when my Heart incenst with wrong Grew hot I gave my Griefe a tongue Of those few dayes I have to spend And my last End Informe me Lord that I may so My Frailty know My time is made short as a Span As nothing is the Age of man Man nothing is but Vanitie Though thron'd on high Walks like a Shadow and in vaine Turmoiles with paine He heaps up wealth with wretched care Yet knowes not who shall prove his Heire Part. 2 Lord what expect I thou the Scope Of all my Hope Him from his loath'd Transgressions free Who trusts in Thee Nor O subject me to the Rule And proud derision of a Foole With silence since thy Will was such I suffered much O now forbeare lest instant Death Force my faint breath VVhen thou dost with thy Rod chastise Offending man his courage dies His Beauty wasted like a cloth Gnawne by the Moth Himselfe a short-lif'd vanitie And borne to die Lord to my Prayers incline thine Eare And thy afflicted Servant heare Nor these salt rivers of mine Eyes My God despise A Stranger as my Fathers were I sojourne here O let me gather strength before I passe away and be no more PSALME XL. As the 2. FOR God I patiently did looke He to my cryes inclin'd his Eare And when invironed with feare From that Abysse of horror tooke Drew from the Mud and on a Rocke Establisht to indure the shocke Then did into my mouth convey Songs of his Praise unsung before Many shall see with feare adore And trusting in th' Almighty say Who on the Lord depend are blest Who Liers and the Proud detest Many and full of wonder are The Works O Lord which Thou hast wrought What Thou to raise our joyes hast thought O who in order can declare 'T were lost endeavour to expresse Their number that are numberlesse Thou Gifts nor Offerings dost desire But pierced hast thy Servants eare To Thee Oblations are not deare Nor Sacrifice consum'd with fire Then said I Lo I come thus it Is of me in Thy Volume writ Thy Lawes are written in my Heart My Joy Thy Pleasure to fulfill I in the great Assembly still Thy Righteousnesse to all impart My lips are unrestrein'd by me Which Lord is onely knowne to Thee Thy Justice I have not conceal'd Within the closure of my brest But Thy Fidelity profest And saving health at large reveal'd Amidst the Congregation Thy constant Truth and Mercy showne Part. 2 Withdraw not Lord thy long'd for Aide With Truth and Mercy still inclose For O! innumerable woes On every side my Soule invade So changed with Iniquities That they even blind my fearefull eyes In number they my haires exceed My fainting heart pants in my brest Be pleas'd to succour the Distrest And Lord deliver me with speed Let Shame at once confound them all That seeke my Soule and plot my fall Be they repulst with Infamy Who persecute with deadly hate Deservedly left desolate Who Ha Ha! in derision cry Let all who seeke thy Helpe rejoyce And praise Thee with a cheerfull Voice Let them who thy Salvation love Still say The Lord be magnifi'd Though I be poore and cast aside Yet he regards me from above My Safety my Deliverer No longer thy reliefe deferre PSALME XLI As the 7. VVHo duly shall the Poore regard Hath his Reward The Lord in time of Trouble shall Prevent his fall He shall among the Living rest And with the Earths increase be blest Lord render him not up to those VVho are his Foes VVhen he in sorrow languisheth Neere unto Death Let him by Thee be comforted And in his Sicknesse make his bed I said O Lord thy Mercy show And Health bestow For O! my Soule the lothsome staines Of Sin retaines My Foes have said VVhen shall he die And yet out-live his Memory If any visit they devise Deceitfull Lies Their hollow Hearts with Mischiefe load Divulg'd abroad Who hate me whisper and contrive How they may swallow me alive Behold say they this Punishment From Heaven is sent He from the bed whereon he lies Shall never rise Yea even my Friend my Confident My Guest his heele against me bent But Lord thy Mercy I implore My Health restore O raise me that forthwith I may Their Hate repay In this thy Love thou dost expresse That none triumph in my distresse For thou art of my Innocence The strong Defence I shall inlightned by thy Grace Behold thy Face Jehovah Israels God be
Deserts showes For he his sacred Promise call'd to minde To Abraham his Friend and Servant sign'd Thus he his People brought from servitude VVhose long-felt miseries in joy conclude From hence the Heathen by our Weapons chac'd And us his sonnes in their possessions plac'd That from his Statutes we might never swerve O praise the Lord and him devoutly serve PSALME CVI. As the 72. VVITH gratefull hearts Jehovahs praise resound In goodnesse great whose Mercy hath no bound VVhat Language can expresse his mighty deeds Or utter his due praise which words exceeds Thrice blessed they who his commands observe Nor ever from the tract of Justice swerve Great God O with benevolent aspect Even with the love thou bear'st to thine Elect Behold and succour That my ravisht Eyes May see a period of their miseries VVho Thee adore that I may give a voice To thy great Acts and in their joy rejoyce We as our Fathers have thy Grace exil'd Revolted and our Souls with Sin defil'd They of thy Miracles in Egypt wrought So full of Feare and Wonder never thought Thy Mercies then their haires in number more But murmur'd on the Erythraean Shore Yet for his Honour sav'd them from the Foe That all the VVorld his wondrous Power might know There the commanded Sea asunder rent VVhile Israel through his dusty Chanel went VVhom He from Pharaoh and his Army saves The swift-returning Flouds their fatall Graves Part. 2 Then they his VVord believ'd and sung his Praise Yet soone forgot and wandred from his VVaies VVho long for flesh to pamper their excesse And tempt him in the barren Wildernesse He grants their wish and with a Flight of Fowles Sent meager Death into their hungry Soules They Moses gentle Government oppose And envy Aaron whom the Lord had chose The yawning Earth then in her silent womb Did Dathan and Abirams Troups intomb A swiftly-spreading Fire among them burnes And those Conspirators to Ashes turnes Yet they the slaves of Sin in Horeb made A Calfe of Gold and to an Idol prai'd The Lord their Glory thus exchanged they For th' Image of a Beast that feeds on Hay Forgot their Saviour all his Wonders shown In Zoan and the Plains by Nile o'reflown The VVonders acted by his pow'rfull Hand VVhere the Red-Sea obey'd his stern Command God had pronounc'd their ruine Moses then His Servant Moses and the best of Men Stood in the Breach which their Rebellion made And by his Prayer the hand of Vengeance staid Part. 3 Yea they this fruitfull Paradise despis'd Nor his so-oft-confirmed Promise priz'd But mutined against their faithfull Guide And basely wisht they had in Egypt dy'd For this the Lord advanc'd his dreadfull Hand To overthrow them on th' Arabian Sand To scatter their rebellious Seed among Their Foes expos'd to Poverty and Wrong Besides Baal-Peor they ador'd and fed On Sacrifices offer'd to the Dead Thus their Impieties the Lord incense Who smote them with devouring Pestilence But when with noble anger Phinees slew The bold Offenders He his Plagues with-drew This was reputed for a righteous Deed Which should for ever consecrate his Seed So they at Meribah his Anger mov'd The sacred Prophet for their sakes reprov'd Their Cries his Saint-like sufferance provoke Who rashly in his Soules distemper spoke Nor ever entred the affected Land They still rebellious to divine Command Preserv'd those Nations by his Wrath subdu'd Mixt with the Heathen and their Sins pursu'd Their cursed Idols serve with Rites profane Snares to their Soule and from no Crime abstaine Their Sons and Virgin daughters sacrifice Part. 4 To Divels and looke on with tearelesse eyes Defil'd the Land with innocent blood which sprung From their owne loines on flaming Altars flung Vnto adulterate Deities they praid And worshipped those Gods their hands had made These crying Sins exasperate the Lord VVho now his owne inheritance abhorr'd Given up unto the Heathen for a Prey Slaves to their Foes who hate them most obey Deliver'd oft as oft his Wrath provoke And with increasing Sins renew their Yoke Yet he compassionates their miseries And with soft pity heares their mournfull Cries His former Promise calls to mind relents And in his Mercy of his Wrath repents In salvage Hearts unknowne Compassion bred By whom but lately into thraldome led Great God of gods thy Votaries protect And from among the Barbarous recollect That we to Thee may dedicate our Daies And joyntly triumph in thy glorious Praise Blest O for ever blest be Israels King All you his People Halelu-jah sing Amen Amen A PARAPHRASE VPON THE FIFTH BOOKE OF THE PSALMES OF DAVID PSALME CVII As the 8. EXtoll and our good God adore Whose Sea of Mercy hath no Shore O you by Tyrants late opprest Now from your servile Yokes releast Praise him who your Redemption wrought And home from barbarous Nations brought From where the Morn her Wings displaies From where the Evening crowns the Daies Beneath the burning Zone and neare The Influence of the freezing Beare They in unpeopled Deserts straid The Heavens their Roofe the Clouds their shade Their Soules with thirst and hunger faint None by to pity their Complaint VVhen to the Lord their God they cry'd His Mercy their extreams supply'd He led them through the Wildernesse And gave them Cities to possesse O you his Goodnesse celebrate His Acts to all the World relate For he in foodlesse Deserts fed The Hungry with coelestiall Bread From wondring Rocks new Currents roule Part. 2 To satisfie the thirsty Soule Those Rebels who his Counsell slight Imprison'd in the shades of Night Horrors of Guilt their Souls surprise When humbled with their miseries They to the Lord addrest their Praiers His Mercy comforts their Despaires From Darknesse drawes dissolves their Gieves And from Deaths Jawes preserves their lives O you his Goodnesse celebrate His Acts to all the World relate He breaks Steel-barres and Gates of Brasse To force a way for His to passe Those Fools whom pleasing Sins intice Are punisht by their darling Vice Their Souls all sorts of Food distaste Whom Troops of pale Disease waste When they to God direct their Praiers His Mercy comforts their Despaires His Word restores them from their Graves And from a dreadfull Ruine saves O you his Goodnesse celebrate His Acts to all the World relate Due Praises to his Altar bring And of your great Redemption sing Part. 3 VVho saile upon the toiling Maine And traffick in pursuit of Gaine To such his Power is not unknowne Nor wonders in the Ocean showne At his Command black Tempests rise Then mount they to the troubled Skies Thence sinking to the Depths below The Ship Hulls as the Billowes flow And all Aboord at every seele Like Drunkards on the Hatches reele VVhen they to God direct their Prayers His Mercy comforts their Despaires Forthwith the bitter Storms asswage And foming Seas suppresse their Rage Then singing with a prosperous gale To their desired Harbour saile O you his Goodnesse celebrate His Acts to
highest on the corner plac't God hath reveal'd these Mysteries So full of Wonder to our Eyes This is his Day a Day of Joy Of everlasting Memory Great God of gods thy King protect Propitious prove to thy Elect. O blest be he whom God shall send We who within his Courts attend You from his Sanctuary blesse And daily pray for your successe God even the Lord hath shed his light Into our Soules and clear'd our sight Bind to the Altars hornes a Lambe New-weaned from the bleating Dam. Thou art my God my Songs shall praise And to the Stars thy Glory raise Praise our good God The King of kings From whom eternall Mercy springs PSALME CXIX ALEPH. As the 1. BLest are the Undefil'd who God obey Seeke with their hearts nor from his Precepts stray Not tempting Vice shall those from Vertue draw Who with unfainting Zeale observe his Law Lord by thy sacred Rule my steps direct Those shall not blush who thy Commands affect Thy Justice learnt my Soule shall sing thy Praise Forsake me not O guide me in thy Waies BETH Part. 2 Young man thy Actions by his Precepts guide From these let not thy zealous Servant slide Thy Word writ in my heart shall curb my Will O teach me how I may thy Lawes fulfill Those by thy Tongue pronounc'd I will unfold Thy Testaments by me more pris'd then Gold On these I meditate admire there set My Souls delight these never will forget GIMEL Part. 3 O let me live t' observe thy Lawes mine Eyes Illuminate to view those Mysteries Me a poore Pilgrim with thy Truth inspire For whom my Soule even fainteth with desire The Proud is curst who from thy Precepts straies Blesse and preserve my Soule which these obeies No hate of Princes from thy Law deters My Study my Delight my Counsellers DALETH Part. 4 My down-cast Soule as thou hast promis'd raise Thou know'st my Thoughts direct me in thy Waies Informe and I thy Wonders will professe O strengthen me that labour in Distresse Shew thy cleare Paths false Errours mist remov'd I have thy chosen Truth and Judgement lov'd To these I cleave O shield me from Disgrace Inlarge my heart to runne that heavenly race HE. Part. 5 Teach thou and I thy Statutes will observe Nor from that sacred Knowledge ever swerve My Soule to those delightfull Paths confine From Avarice purge and to thy Lawes incline Divert from vaine desires my darknesse cleare Confirme the Soule devoted to thy Feare Free from fear'd shame thy Judgements are upright O quicken me who in thy Word delight VAV Part. 6 His Soule protect who on thy VVord relies And silence my reprochfull Enemies O thou my Hope in me thy Truth preserve So I thy Lawes for ever shall observe Will freely walke in thy affected way Will boldly before Kings thy Truth display For in thy Statutes I my comfort place Those study love and with my Soule imbrace ZAIN Part. 7 Thinke of thy Promise which my Hopes hath fed All stormes appeas'd and rais'd me from the Dead Nor for proud scoffs have I thy Lawes declin'd Confirm'd when I thy Judgements call to mind They who thy Lawes desert incense my rage Sung in the mansion of my Pilgrimage Thy Name great God I prais'd when others slept This comfort had since I thy Statutes kept CHETH Part. 8 Thou art my Portion I will thee adore They Lawes observe and promis'd Grace implore My Actions by thy sacred Rules direct Aud thy Commands with forward Zeale effect The Wicked rob but I thy Statutes prise At Midnight to applaud thy Justice rise VVho feare and keepe thy Lawes such are my Friends Instruct thy Mercie through the World extends TETH Part. 9 Thou to thy Servant hast perform'd thy VVord Discerning knowledge to his Faith afford Thu Sea of Goodnesse that my Soule conformes Unto thy Statutes by Afflictions stormes The Proud fat at the Heart base Slanders raise But I will trust in thy affected Waies Me blest Affliction to thy Courts hath brought Thy Lawes more pris'd then Ships with treasure fraught JOD Part. 10 Informe me my Creator in thy Lawes That thine may see thy Observer with applause Thou ever just in favour dost correct With promis'd Mercy comfort thine Elect. That I may live who in thy Precepts joy Those keepe the Proud who causlesse hate destroy VVho feare and know thy Lawes to me unite O lest I perish guide me by their light CAPH Part. 11 With Expectation faint and blind yet still My Soule expects Thy Promise Lord fulfill I though a bladder on thy Word depend Confound my Foes when shall my Sorrows end The Proud have pitcht their toils infring'd thy Laws O sacred Justice snatch me from their jawes They had almost devour'd but I affect Thy Precepts quicken and by those direct LAMED Part. 12 Thy faithfull Promises are fixt above Firme as the Poles or Earth which never move By thy eternall Ordinance dispos'd Thy Lawes my Life else Griefe my eyes had clos'd Nor will I these forget by these renew'd Thy chosen save who hath thy Truth pursu'd The VVicked chase my Soule which thee obeies Thy Word shall last when Heaven and Earth decaies MEM. Part. 13 O how I love thy Lawes those exercise By them made wiser then my Enemies More then my Teachers know more then the Old VVith Vertue these inflame from Vice with-hold That they may guide me I have cleans'd my Heart And from thy Precepts never will depart Then Hermons Honey to my taste more sweet By-waies I hate by thine become discreet NVN. Part. 14 Thy Word my Light a Lamp to guide my way I sware t' observe thy Truth and will not stray My wounded Soule with promis'd mercy heale Accept my offerings and thy Will reveale Although inclos'd with Death though Foes have laid Snares for my Soule yet have I thee obei'd My comforts my eternall Heritage O may I keepe them till I die for age SAMECH Part. 15 I love thy Law my hate to sin is great O thou my hope my Shield my safe retreat My Will shall thine obey Hence you prophane Lord save my Soule nor let me hope in vaine Uphold and I thy Justice shall applaud Thou hast intrapt thy Foes in their owne fraud Cast out like Drosse My heart affects thy path Yet trembles with the horror of thy wrath AIN Part. 16 O leave me not to my outragious Foes Nor to their scorne my righteous Soule expose Mine Eyes even faile while I thy aide expect Be mercifull and in thy Wayes direct Inlarge my mind thy Wayes to understand 'T is time for they infringe thy just Command Which more then Gold then Gold refin'd I prise In all upright But hate deceitfull lies PE. Part. 17 Thy Word the Gate of Life even Babes inspires With Knowledge this my obsequious Soule admires This I with thirsty appetite devoure Thy streams of Mercy on thy Servant powre Compose my steps so shall not sinne subject Nor man oppresse for I
an Orphan you your forces bend And banquet with the afflictions of a friend Accuse not now but judge you from my youth Have knowne and try'de me speake I more then truth Vnveile your Eyes and then I shall appeare The same I am from all aspersions cleare Have I my heart disguised with my tongue Could not my tast distinguish right from wrong The life of Man is a perpetuall warre Chap. 7 In Miserie and Sorrow Circular He a poore mercenary serves for bread For all his travell only cloth'd and fed The Hireling longs to see the Shades ascend That with the tedious Day his toyle might end And he his pay receive but ah in vaine I Monthes consume yet never rest obtaine The Night charmes not my Cares with sleeplesse eyes My Tornients cry When will the Morning rise Why runs the Charriot of the Night so slow The Day-Star finds me tossing to and fro VVormes gnaw my flesh with filth my ulcers run My skin like clods of Earth chapt with the Sunne Like shuttles through the loome so swiftly glide My feathered Howers and all my hopes deride Remember Lord my life is but a wind VVhich passeth by and leaves no print behind Then never shall my Eyes their lids unfold Nor mortall sight my vanisht face behold Not thou to whom our thoughts apparant bee Should'st thou desire could'st him that is not see As clouds resolve to aire so never more Shall gloomy Graves their Dead to Light restore Nor shall they to their sumptuous Roofes returne But lye forgotten as if never borne Then O my Soule while thou hast freedome breake Into Complaints give Sorrow leave to speake Am I a raging Sea or furious VVhale That thou should'st thus confine me with a wall How often when the rising Stars had spread Their golden Flames said I now shall my Bed Refresh my weary limbs and peacefull Sleepe My care and anguish in his Lethe steepe But lo sad Dreames my troubled Braines surprise And gastly Visions wound my staring Eyes So that my yeilding Soule subdude with greife And tortur'd Body to their last reliefe VVould gladly flye and by a violence Lesse painefull take from greater paine the Sense For life is but my curse resume the breath I must restore and fold me up in Death O what is man to whom thou should'st impart So great an Honour as to search his Hart To watch his Steps observe him with thine eye And daily with renew'd afflictions try Still must I suffer wilt thou never leave Nor give a little time for griefe to breath My Soule hath sinn'd how can I expiate Her guilt great Guardian or prevent thy hate VVhy aim'st thou all thy darts at me alone VVho to my selfe am know a Burthen growne VVilt thou not to a broken Heart dispense Thy Balme of mercy and expunge th' offence E're dust returne to dust Then thou no more Shalt see my Face nor I thy Name adore Chap. 8 Thus Iob. Then Bildad of Suita said Vaine Man how long wilt thou thy God up-braid And like the roaring of a furious wind Thus vent the wild distemper of thy mind Can he pervert his Iudgements shall he swerve From his owne Justice and thy Passions serve If he thy Sonnes for their rebellion slew Death was the wages to their merit dew Oh would'st thou seeke unto the Lord betimes With fervent prayer and abstinence from crimes Nor with new follies spot thy Innocence Then would he alwayes watch in thy defence The House that harbor'd so much vertue blesse With fruitfull Peace and crowne thee with successe Then would he centuple thy former store And make thee farre more happy then before Search thou the Records of Antiquitie And on our Ancestors reflect thine Eye For we alas are but of Yesterday Know nothing and like shadowes fleet away Thou in those Mirrors shalt the truth behold VVhose tongues un-erring Oracles unfold Can Bulrushes but by the River grow Can Flags there flourish where no waters flow Yet they when greene when yet untoucht of all That cloth the Spring first hang their heads and fall So double-hearted Hypocrites so they VVho God forget shall in their prime decay Their ayery hopes as brittle as the thin And subtill webs which toyling Spiders spin Their Houses full of wealth and Ryot shall Deceive their trust and crush them in their fall Though like a Cedar by the River fed He to the Sunne his ample Branches spread His Top surrounds with Clouds deepe in the flood Bathes his firme Rootes even of himselfe a VVood And from his heigth a night-like shaddow throw Vpon the Marble Palaces below Yet shall the Axe of Justice hew him downe And levell with the Roote his lofty Crowne No Eye shall his out-raz'd impression view Nor mortall know where such a Glory grew Those seeming goods whereof the wicked vaunt Thus fade while others on their ruines plant God never will the Innocent forsake Nor sinfull Soules to his protection take Cleanse thou thy Heart then in thy ample breast Joy shall triumph and smiles thy cheekes invest He will thy Foes with silent shame confound And their proud structures levell with the ground Chap. 9 This is a truth acknowledg'd Iob replies But Oh what Man is righteous in his Eyes VVho can not-guilty plead before his Throne Or of a thousand Actions answer one God is in wisedome as in power immense VVho ever could contend without offence Offend unpunish't you who Glory most In your owne Strength can you of conquest boast Cloud-touching Mountaines to new seates are borne From their Foundations by his fury torne Th' affrighted Earth in her distemper quakes VVhen his Almighty Hand her Pillars shakes At whose command the Suns swift Horses stay VVhile Mortalls wonder at so long a Day The Moone into her darkned Orbe retires Nor seal'd up Starres extend their golden fires He only He Heavens blew Pavillion spreads And on the Oceans dancing Billowes treads Immane Arcturus weeping Pleiades Orion who with Stormes plowes up the Seas For severall Seasons fram'd and all that rowle Their radiant Flame about the Antartick Pole VVhat wonders are effected by his might Oh how inscrutable how Infinite Though he observe me and be ever by Yet ah Invisible to mortall Eye Can hands of Flesh compell him to restore VVhat he shall take or who dare aske wherefore The great in Pride and Power like Meteors shall If he relent not by his Vengeance fall And Oh shall I a worme my cause defend Or in vaine Argument with God contend I would not were I innocent dispute But humbly to my Judge present my Suite Yet never could my hopes be confident Though God himselfe should to my wish consent VVho with incessant stormes my peace confounds And multiplies my undeserved wounds Nor gives me time to breathe my Stomack fills With food of bitter tast and Lothsome pills Speake I of strength his strength the strong obay If I of Judgement speake who shall a Day Appoint for tryall should I Justifie
A Vice my heart would give my tongue the lye If of perfection boast I should herein My guilt disclose thought I I had no Sin My selfe I should not know Oh bitter strife VVhose only Issue is the hate of life Yet judge not by events in generall The good and bad without distinction fall For he th'Appeale of innocence derides And with his Sword the controverse decides He gives the Earth to those that tyrannize And spreads a vaile before the Judges Eyes Or else what were his power Oh you who see My miseries this truth behold in mee My dayes runne like a Post and leave behinde No tract of joy as ships before the winde They through this humaine Ocean sayle away And fly like Eagles which pursue their prey If I determine to remove my care Forget my griefe and comfort my Despaire The feare that he would never purge mee mocks M'imbarqued Hopes and drives them on the Rocks For if he hold me guilty if I soile My selfe with Sin I then but vainely toyle Though I should wash my selfe in melting Snow Vntill my hands were whiter he would throw Me downe to Earth and ah so plunge in mire That I should loath to touch my owne attire For he is not as I a man with whom I might contend and to a Tryall come I in my cause shall find no Aduocate Nor Vmpire to compose our sad debate Oh should he from my shoulders take his Rod Free from the awe and terror of a God Then would I argue in my owne defence And boldly justifie my Innocence Chap. 10 Oh I am sick of life nor will controule My Passion but in bitternesse of Soule Thus teare the Aire what should thy wrath incense To punish him who knowes not his offence Ah! do'st thou in oppression take delight Wilt thou thy Servant fold in shades of Night And smile on wicked Counsels do'st thou see With Eyes of Flesh is Truth conceal'd from thee VVhat are thy Dayes as fraile as ours or can Thy yeares determine like the age of Man That thou should'st my Delinquencies exquire And with Variety of tortures tire Cannot my knowne Integritie remove Thy cruell Plagues wilt thou remorselesse prove Ah! wilt thou thy owne workemanship confound Shall the same hand that did create now wound Remember I am built of clay and must Resolve to my originary Dust Thou powr'dst me out like milke into the wombe Like curds conden'st and in that secret roome My Limbs proportion'd cloth'd with flesh and skin With bones and sinewes fortifi'd within The Life thou gav'st thou hast with plentie fed Long cherisht and through Dangers safely led All this is buryed in thy breast and yet I know thou can'st not thy old Love forget Thou if I erre observ'st me with sterne eyes Nor will the plea of Ignorance suffice Woe unto me should sinne my Soule infect Who dare not now though innocent erect My downe-cast lookes which clouds of shame infold Great God my growing Miseries behold Thou like a Lion huntest me wounds on wounds Thy hands inflict thy fury knowes no bounds Against me all thy Plagues embattaild are Subdu'd with changes of internall warre Why didst thou draw me from my Mothers wombe Would I from thence had slipt into my Tombe Before the Eye of man my face had seene And mixt with dust as I had never beene Oh since I have so short a time to live A little ease to these my torments give Before I goe where all in silence mourne From whose darke shores no travellers returne A Land where Death confusion endlesse Night And Horror reigne where Darkenesse is their Light Chap. 11 Thus Zophar with acerbity reply'd Think'st thon by talking to be justifi'd Or shall these wild distempers of thy mind This tempest of thy tongue thus rave and find No opposition shall we guilty be Of thy untruths in not reproving thee Nor die thy cheekes in Blushes for the scorne Thou throw'st on us till now with patience borne Hast thou not said to God my heart 's upright My Doctrine pure I blamelesse in thy sight O that he would be pleased to reply And take the vaile from thy Hypocrisie Should he reveale his wisedome to thine eyes How would'st thou thy integritie despise Acknowledging these punnishments farre lesse Then thy offences and his grace professe Canst thou into thy Makers Councels dive Or to the knowledge of his thoughts arrive Higher then highest Heavens more deepe then Hell Longer then Earth more broad then Seas that swell Above their shores can man his foot-steps trace Would he the course of Nature change the face Of things invert and all dissolve againe To their old Chaos who could God restraine He knowes that man is vaine his eyes detect Their secret crimes and shall not he correct Thus Fooles grow wise subdue their stubborne soules Though in their pride more rude then Asses foles If thou affect thy cure reforme thy wayes Let penitence resolve to teares and raise Thy hands to heaven what Rapine got restore Nor let insidious Vice approach thy Doore Then thou thy lookes shalt raise from blemish cleare Walke in full strength and no disaster feare As winter Torrents tumbling from on high Waste with their speed and leave their channels dry So shall the sense of former sorrowes runne From thy Remembrance As the mounted Sunne Breakes through the Clouds and throwes his golden Raies About the world shall thy increasing Dayes Succeed in Glory Thou thy selfe shalt rise Like that bright Starre which last forsakes the skies For ever by thy stedfast hopes secur'd Intrenched and with walles of Brasse immur'd Confirm'd against all Stormes Soft sleepe shall close Thy guarded eyes with undisturb'd repose The Great shall honour the distressed shall Thy grace implore belov'd or fear'd of all The sight of thee shall strike the envious blind The wicked with anxietie of Mind Shall pine away in sighes consume their breath Prevented in their hopes by sudden Death Chap. 12 To whom thus Iob You are the only wise And when you die the fame of wisedome dies Though Passion be a foole though you professe Your selves such Sages yet know I no lesse Nor am to you inferior What blind Soule Could this not see 'T is easie to controule My sad example shewes how those whose cries Even God regards their scoffing Friends despise He that is wretched though in life a Saint Becomes a scorne This is an old Complaint Those who grow old in fluency and ease VVhen they from shore behold him tost on Seas And neere his ruine his condition slight Pric'd as a Lamp consum'd with his owne light The Tents of Robbers flourish Earths increase Foments their ryot who disturb her peace VVho God contemne in sinne securely raigne And prosperous Crimes the meed of Vertue gaine Aske thou the Citizens of pathlesse woods VVhat cut the ayre with wings what swim in floods Brute beasts and fostering Earth in generall They will confesse the power of God in all Who knowes not that
behold in me His Misteries Are Sacred and conceal'd from mortall Eyes I therefore tremble at his dreadfull sight Distracted thoughts my troubled Soule affright For oh his terror melts my heart to teares Dissolves my braine and harrowes me with feares Who neither would by Death prevent my woes Nor ease my Soule in these her bitter Throes Chap. 24 Why are the punishments by God decreed To wicked men and their rebellious Seed Since times to come are present in his sight Conceal'd from those who in his Lawes delight Some slily markes remove from bordering Lands Feed on the Flocks they purchase with strange hands The Orphants only Asse they drive away And make the Widowes morgag'd Oxe their prey Who force the frighted poore to turne aside Whom milder Rocks in their darke Cavernes hide Like Asses in the Desert they their Toile With Day renew and rise betimes for Spoile The barren Wildernesse presents them food To feed themselves and their adulterate brood Their Sicklers reape the Corne another sowes They drinke the Blood which from stolne clusters flowes The poore by them disrobed naked Lie Veild with no other covering but the skie Expos'd to stiffning frosts and drenching showers Which thickned Aire from her blacke bosome powres To Torrents which from cloudy Mountaines spring And to the hanging Cliffs for shelter cling They from their mothers Breasts poore Orphants rend Nor without gages to the needy lend For want of clothes they force them starve with cold From hungry Reapers they their sheaves withhold Those faint for thirst who in their vintage toyle And from the juicie Olive presse pure oyle Oppressed Cities grone the wounded cry To Heaven for Vengeance yet in peace they die Others that truth oppose despise the way Of her prescriptions and in Darknesse stray Sterne Murtherers that rise before the light To kill the Innocent and rob at night Vncleane Adulterers whose longing Eyes VVaite for the twy-light enter in disguise And say who sees us Theeves who daily marke Those Houses which they plunder in the Darke These Strangers are to light the Morning Rayes By them are hated as their last of Dayes The Agonies of Death are on them when They are but knowne or spoken of by Men And yet they perish by Jehova's Curse And faile like roaring floods that have no Sourse Vnlike the generous Vine which cut abounds With budding Jems and prospers in her wounds As scorching heat the mountaine snow devours As thirsty Earth drinks up the falling Showres Even so the Graves insatiable Jawes Those Rebels swallow who infringe his Lawes The Wombs that bare their Burthens shall forget And greedy wormes their flesh with pleasure eate No tongue or Pen shall mention their Renowne But lye like trees by sodaine Stormes cast downe The barren they more miserable make And from the Widow all her Comfort take The Mighty fall in their seditious strife When once they rise who can secure his life Though they be resolute and confident Yet are Jehova's eyes upon them bent But oh how short their glory rais'd to fall Lost in the Ashes of their funerall For they as others die like Eares of Corne By lightning blasted or with sickles shorne Who doubts these contraries who will dispute Against me and my Instances confute Chap. 25 SHVETIAN BILDAD made this short reply Dominion and awefull Majestie To him belong who crown'd with sacred Rayes The Host of Heaven in perfect concord swayes VVho can his Armies number infinite And full of Fate on whom shines not his light Can Mortals righteous in his Eyes appeare Can they be spotlesse whom fraile women beare To him the radiant Sunne is but obscure The Moone still in Eclipse the Stars impure VVhat then is Man polluted in his Birth An uncleane Worme that crawles upon the Earth Chap. 26 All tongues said Iob of thy perfections speake Thou he that renders vigor to the weake Thy strength the feeble Arme with Nerves supplies Thou by thy Counsell makes the foolish wise No secret from thy Knowledge is conceal'd Caelestiall Oracles by thee reveal'd To whom art thou so prodigall of breath Or by what vertue do'st thou raise from Death Gods Workes Oh Bildad we admire no lesse His prudence in their Government confesse Dead things within the Deepe were form'd by him And all that in the curled Ocean swim The silent vaults of Death unknowne to Light And Hell it selfe lye naked to his sight He fashion'd those Harmonious Orbs that roule In restlesse Gyres about the Artick Pole The massie Earth supported by his Care On nothing hangs in soft and fluent Aire He in thicke Clouds the pendant water binds Not thaw'd with heat nor torne with strugling winds Before his radiant Throne like Curtaines spred Yet at his becke in showres their substance shed With constant bounds the raging floods confines Till Day his Throne to endlesse Night resignes Heavens Columns when his Stormes and Thunder rake The troubled Aire with sodaine Horror shake Lo at his Breath the swelling waves divide His awefull Scepter calmes their vanquish't pride Whose hand the adorned Firmament displai'd Those Serpentine yet constant Motions made These but in part his power and wisedome show For Oh how little doe we Mortals know Although his Fame resound through all the world Like Thunder from aëriall vapors hurl'd Chap. 27 They silenc't Iob proceeds in his Defence As the Lord Lives who knowes my Innocence Yet will not judge but hath my Soule depriv'd Of all her Joyes to Misery long-liv'd VVhile these my vitall Spirits shall receive The food of Aire and through my Nostrils breath No falsehood shall defile my Lips with Lies Or with a vaile the face of Truth disguise Nor will I wound my cleare Integritie By yeilding to your wrongs but rather die Shall I my selfe betray my Strength refuse Desert my Justice and my truth accuse First may I sinke by Torments yet unknowne That those which now I suffer may seeme none Let such as hate me in their Sinnes rejoyce And surfeit with the pleasant Baites of Vice What hope hath the prevailing Hypocrite When God shall chase his Soule to endlesse Night Will God relieve him in his Agonies Or from the Depth of Sorrow heare his Cries Will he in God delight his aide implore Incessantly and his great Name adore Oh be instructed by these Characters Of his impression which my Body beares I his more secret Judgements will disclose Which you have seene yet desperately oppose This is the Portion which the wicked hath He shall inherit the Almighties wrath The lawlesse Sword his Childrens blood shall shed Increast for slaughter borne to begge their bread Death shall the Remnant in his Dungeon keepe No Widow at his funerall shall weepe Although he gather Gold like heaps of Dust The fuell of his Luxury and Lust His Cabinets with change of Garments fraught By silke-wormes spun and Phrygian Needles wrought Yet for the Just reserv'd who shall divide His Treasure and divest him of his pride Though he his
The Land by his faire Race possest To him his Counsels shall impart And seale his Covenants in his heart On thee with fixed Eyes I wait My feet inlarge thou from their snares O pittie me so worne with cares Despised poore and desolate The troubles of my mind increase Lord from their galling yoke release Behold thou my affliction The toile and straits wherein I live My sinnes so infinite forgive Behold my Foes how potent growne How are they multipli'd of late VVho hate me with a deadly hate Deliver ô from shame ptotect Since from my Faith I never swerve Let Innocence and Truth preserve VVho constantly thy ayd expect Redeeme thy chosen Israel And sorrow from his brest expell PSALME XXVI As the 4. LOrd judge my cause thy piercing Eye Beholds my Soules integritie How can I fall VVhen I and all My hopes on thee relie Examine try my reines and heart Thou Mercies Source my object art Nor from thy Truth Have I in Youth Or will in Age depart Men sold to sinne offend my sight I hate the two-tongu'd Hypocrite Those who devise Malicious lies And in their crimes delight But will with hands immaculate And offerings at thy Altar wait Thy Praise disperse In gratefull verse Thy Noble Acts relate Thy House in my esteeme excels The Mansion where thy Glory dwels My life ô close Not up with those VVhose sinne thy Grace expels VVho guiltlesse bloud with pleasure spill Subverting bribes their right-hands fill Bold in offence But Innocence And Truth shall guard me still Redeeme O with thy Grace sustaine My feet now stand upon the plaine Thy Justice I VVill magnifie VVith those who feare thy Name PSALME XXVII As the 10. GOD is my Saviour my cleare light VVho then can my repose affright Or what appeare Worth such a feare My life protected by his Might Vaine hatred vaine their power That would my life devoure These fell when they against me fought The Wicked suffer'd what they sought Though troops of foes At once in close Of feare I would not lodge a thought Should Armies compasse me So confident in thee One thing I have and shall request That I may in thy Mansion rest Till Death surprize My closing eyes That they may on thy beauty feast That in thy Temple still I may enquire thy Will When stormes arise on every side He will in his Pavillion hide How ever great In that retreat I shall conceal'd and safe abide He to resist their shocke Hath fixt me on a Rocke Now is my head advanc'd renown'd Above my foes who gird me round That in my Tent I may present My sacrifice with Trumpets sound There I thy praise will sing Set to a well-tun'd string Part 2 O heare thou my afflicted cry Extend thy pitty and reply VVhen thus the Lord In sweet accord Seeke thou my Face with searching Eye Directed by thy Grace Lord I will seeke thy Face Thy Face O therefore never hide Nor in thine anger turne aside From him that hath Serv'd thee with faith Forsake me not my ancient Guide So oft in dangers knowne O leave me not alone Although my Parents should forsake Yet Lord thou wouldst to Harbour take O lest I stray Teach me thy Way And in thy Precepts perfect make Because my enemies Watch like so many Spies Expose me not to their desire For lying witnesses conspire Who in their breath Beare Wrath and Death My Soule had sunke beneath their ire But that I did relye On thy benignity In hope to see within the Land Of those that live thy saving hand He shall impart Strength to thy heart Wait on the Lord undanted stand His heavenly Will attend VVho timely aide will send PSALME XXVIII As the 5. MY God my Rocke regard my Crie Lest I unheard like those that die In shades of darke Oblivion lie To my ascending Griefe give eare VVhen I my hands devoutly reare Before thy Mercie-seat with feare VVith wicked men mix not my Fate Nor drag me with the Reprobate VVho speake of Peace but foster hate Such as their workes their dire intent And practices to circumvent Such be their dreadfull punishment Since they will not thy Choice renowne But hate whom thou intend'st to crowne O build not up but pull them downe He heares his Name be magnifi'd My Strength secur'd on everie side Since all my hope on him rely'd These Seas of Joy my teares devoure My Songs shall celebrate thy Power O thou that art to thine a Tower O thou my strong Deliverance Thy People thine Inheritance Blesse feed preserve and still advance PSALME XXIX YOu that are of Princely Birth Praise the Lord of Heaven and Earth Glorie give his Power proclame Magnifie and praise his Name VVorship in the Beautie blesse Beautie of his Holinesse From a darke and showring Cloud On the floods that roare aloud Harke his Voice with terrour breakes God our God in Thunder speakes Powerfull in his Voice on high Full of Power and Majestie Loftie Cedars overthrowne Cedars of steepe Libanon Calfe-like skipping on the ground Libanon and Sirion bound Like a youthfull Unicorne Lab'ring Clouds with Lightning torne At his Voice the Desert shakes Kadish thy vast Desert quakes Trembling Hindes then calve for feare Shadie Forrests bare appeare His renowne by everie tongue Through his Holy Temple sung He the raging Flouds restraines He a King for ever raignes God his People shall increase Arme with Strength and blesse with Peace PSALME XXX As the 14. MY Verse shall in thy praises flow Lord thou hast rais'd my head on high Nor suffered the proud Enemie To triumph in my overthrow I cry'd aloud thy Arme did save Thou drew'st me from the shades of Death Repealing my exiled breath When almost swallow'd by the Grave You Saints of his oh sing his praise Present your Vowes unto the Lord His perfect Holinesse record Whose Wrath but for a moment stayes His quickning Favour life bestowes Teares may continue for a night But Joy springs with the Morning Light Long-lasting Joyes soone-ending Woes Part. 2 In my Prosperitie I said My feet shall ever fixt abide I by thy favour fortify'd Am like a stedfast Mountaine made But when thou hid'st thy cheerfull Face How infinite my Troubles grew My cries then with my griefe renew VVhich thus implor'd thy saving Grace VVhat profit can by bloud afford VVhen I shall to the Grave descend Can senselesse Dust thy Praise extend Can Death thy living Truth record To my Complaints attentive be Thy Mercie in my aid advance O perfect my Deliverance That have no other Hope but Thee Thou Lord hast made th' Afflicted glad My Sorrow into Dauncing turn'd The Sack-cloth torne wherein I mourn'd And me in Tyrian Purple clad That so my Glorie might proclame Thy Favours in a joyfull Verse Uncessantly thy Praise rehearse And magnifie thy sacred Name PSALME XXXI CANT BASS VVHo trusts in Thee ô let not shame deject Thou ever Just my chased Soule secure Lord lend a willing eare with speed protect
all the Earth shall sway VVhile the cleere Sunne directs the Day My Song shall celebrate thy Name And to the world divulge thy Fame PSALME XLVI CANT BASS GOd is our Refuge our strong Tower Securing by his mightie Power VVhen Dangers threaten to devoure Thus arm'd no feares shall chill our blood Though Earth no longer stedfast stood And shooke her Hills into to the flood Although the troubled Ocean rise In foaming billowes to the Skies And Mountaines shake with horrid noise Cleare streames purle from a Crystall Spring Which gladnesse to Gods City bring The Mansion of th' eternall King He in her Centre takes his place What Foe can her faire Towers deface Protected by his early Grace Tumultuary Nations rose And armed Troops our walls inclose But his fear'd Voice unnerv'd our Foes The Lord of Hosts is on our side The God by Jacob magnifi'd Our Strength on whom we have reli'd Come see the wonders he hath wrought Who hath to desolation brought Those Kingdomes which our ruine sought He makes destructive Warre surcease The Earth deflowr'd of her Increase Restores with universall Peace He breaks their Bowes unarmes their Quivers The bloody Speare in pieces shivers Their Chariots to the Flame delivers Forbeare and know that I the Lord Will by all Nations be ador'd Prais'd with unanimous accord The Lord of Hosts is on our side The God by Jacob magnifi'd Our Strength on whom we have reli'd PSALME XLVII CANT BASS LEt all in sweet accord Clap Hands their Voices raise In Honour of the Lord And loudly sing his praise VVho From above Dire Lightning flings The King of Kings Of all that move VVhole Nations of our Foes Beneath our Feet hath throwne A faire Possession chose For us that are his Owne The dignitie Of Israel Belov'd so well By the most High In Triumph God ascends VVith Trumpet shrill and Shalmes Praise him who his defends O praise our King with Psalmes For God is King Of all the Earth With sacred Mirth His Praises sing God o're the Heathen reignes Sits on his holy Throne All whom the Earth sustaines Shall worship him alone His Shield extends In their Defence His Excellence All height transcends PSALME XLVIII As the 8. THe Lord is most Majesticall Most highly to be prais'd by all Within the Citie of our God And Mansion blest by his abode Faire Sion hath a pleasant Site Of Earth the Beautie and Delight Upon the North-side bordering The Citie of the Mightie King God dwels within her loftie Towers Secur'd from all assailing Powers Conspiring Kings her ruine sought Who armed Troupes before her brought Part. 2 At once they saw admir'd and fled Their hearts surpriz'd with sudden Dread Such feare such pangs possest our foes As women suffer in their Throwes At thy command blacke Eurus rores And spreads his wracks on Tharsian shores VVe what we heard our Fathers tell Have seene who in this Citie dwell The Citie of our God which Hee Shall ever from destruction free Thy Favours Lord with Thankfulnesse VVe in thy Temple still professe As is thy Name thou God of Might So are thy Praises infinite And stretch to Earths remotest Bound Thy Hand for Justice farre renown'd O Sion Judah's Diadem You Daughters of Jerusalem Unite your Joyes and glory in His Judgement which your eyes have seene Goe walke the Round of Sion tell Her Towers observe her Bulwarks well On her faire Buildings cast thine eye Declare it to Posteritie For God will still our God remaine And us unto our Last sustaine PSALME XLIX As the 1. ALL you who dwell upon the foodfull Earth Both Rich and Poore of base and noble birth Attend my Tongue deep wisdome shall impart And knowledge from the fountaine of my heart I unto light darke Parables will bring And to my solemne Harpe Aenigmaes sing In Misery and Age why should I feare When Sin pursues my steps and Death draws neare O you who Riches as your God adore And glory in your scarce possessed Store VVho can redeeme his Brother for one Day Or to the Lord his high-pris'd Ransome pay For O not all the Gold which Streames conceale Or Hils inclose can banisht Life repeale That he might live unto Eternity Nor in the Earths corrupting Entrailes lye They see the Wise and Fooles to Death descend While others their congested treasures spend Yet hoping to perpetuate their fame Proud Structures raise and call them by their Name Part 2 But Man in honour is a Vanitie That fleets away and as a Beast must die In this vaine course they circularly move And their Posterity their words approve Death shall as Sheep devour them in the Dust Till that great Day subject them to the Just Their Strength and Beauty shall to nothing wast All naked from their sumptuous Houses cast But God shall from the greedy Sepulchre My Soule redeeme and to his Joyes preferre Despaire not when a man growes Opulent And that the Glories of his House augment For with his thread of Life his Riches end Nor shall his Honours with his Soule descend Though here he live in luxury and ease And those are prais'd who their owne Genius please Yet as his Fathers he shall set in Night Nor ever rise to see the cheerfull Light Man high in honour whose ignoble brest No knowledge holds shall perish like a beast PSALME L. As the 1. THE God of Gods Jehovah shall convent All from the Orient to the Suns descent From Sions Towers of Beauty the Divine And full Perfection shall his Glory shine Nor silent comes devouring flames before And round about him horrid Tempests rore The righteous Judge to judge his People shall High Heaven and conscious Earth to witnesse call Assemble all my Saints who with one mind My Testaments with Sacrifice have sign'd Then thundring Skies shall make his Justice knowne When he our God ascends his Judgements Throne My People heare Thy God O Israel Will thee convince and thy Transgressions tell I blame not thy unfrequent Sacrifice Nor fumes which rarely from my Altars rise I from thy Stall will take no well-fed Steere Nor from thy Folds a Male-goat of that yeare For all are Mine that Woods or Deserts breed And Herds which on a thousand mountaines feed I know all Fowle which Hils or Valleys yield And number all the Cattell of the Field Part. 2 Will I if hungry unto Thee complaine When all is Mine which Sea and Land containe Will I eat flesh of Bulls or canst thou thinke That I the blood of shaggy Goats will drinke A thankfull heart upon my Altar lay And righteous Vowes to high Jehovah pay Then call on me in trouble I will raise Thy Soule from Death and thou my Name shalt praise But O thou Hypocrite Dar'st thou explaine My Law My Covenants with thy lips prophane That scorn'st instruction dost my Word despise Consent'st with Theeves and hast adulterous eyes Deceit and slander tip thy impious tongue Thy brother woundst with Infamy and Wrong Thus didst thou
this did I with silence see So as thou thought'st that I was like to thee But I will thy Hypocrisie uncase And lay thy ugly crimes before thy face Consider this O you who God neglect Lest I destroy you when none can protect Who praise for Incense offer honour Me And upright Soules shall my Salvation see PSALME LI. As the 3. LORD to a sinner Mercy show Which since in Thee so infinite Let all thy streames of Mercy flow And purifie me in thy sight O wash thou my polluted Soule O cleanse me from my bloudy Deed That to my Selfe appeare so foule And now in true Contrition bleed My sinnes unmask't before Thee lye Who have deserv'd thy wrath alone Which I confesse to testifie Thy Truth and make thy Justice knowne In sinne conceiv'd brought forth in sin Sin suckt I from my Mothers brest Thou lov'st a heart sincere within Where Wisdome is a constant guest With Hysope purge from blemish cleare O wash then falling Snow more white Lord let me thy remission heare The Bones which thou hast broke unite Blot out my crimes O separate My trembling Guilt far from thy view A cleane Heart in my brest create A Mind to Thee confirm'd renew Part. 2 Nor cast me from thy Presence Lord Nor O thy holy Spirit withdraw But thy life-quickening Grace afford Inlarge my Will t' imbrace thy Law Then Sinners I with heavenly Food Will feed directed in thy Wayes O my Redeemer cleanse from blood The Soule that will thy Mercie praise Give Thou my Verse an argument And they thy Goodnesse shall resound No Sacrifice will Thee content Nor Altars with Oblations crown'd Else I would Hecatombs impart True sorrow is Thy Sacrifice A broken and a contrite Heart My God Thou never wilt despise Thy Sion with accustom'd Grace Lest my foule crimes her shame procure In thy protecting Armes imbrace And faire Jerusalem immure Then we with due Solemnitie To Thee our gratefull Vowes will pay And Buls which never Yoke did try Vpon thy flaming Altar lay PSALME LII As the 32. O Thou in Mischiefe great Why boasts thou in deceit Gods greater Mercy will Protect his Servants still Thy Tongue with sraud abounds And like a Rasor wounds All evill dost affect All that is good neglect Lies are thy low delight To Vertue opposite Thy words with treachery The innocent destroy God shall repay thy hate Thy Stuctures ruinate And make thee curse thy birth Then teare thee from the Earth The Just thy fall shall see Feare Him and laugh at thee Lo he who God forsooke Nor for his refuge tooke Selfe-strengthning with excesse Of Wealth and Wickednesse But I shall planted be Like a greene Olive-tree In Gods owne House and will Trust in His Mercies still For this I evermore Shall thy great Name adore Thy Promises expect The joy of thy Elect. PSALME LIII As the 12. FOoles flattering their owne vices say Within their hearts God is a Name Devis'd to make the Strong obey To setter Nature quench her flame When all this Vniversall Frame The hands of potent Fortune sway Secure and prosperous in ill The feare and thought of God exile To follow their rebellious will Thinke nothing that delights them vile Their Soules with wicked thoughts defile And all their foule Desires fulfill God from the Tower of Heaven his eies On men and their endeavours threw Not one beheld beneath the Skies That sought him or his Statues knew All Vice with winged Feet pursue But none forsaken Vertue prise O deafe to good in knowledge blind By Sinne through clouds of errour led Dull sensuall Formes without a Mind Nor slow though certaine Vengeance dread The Righteous they devoure like bread All piety at once declin'd These idle terrors shall affright Their sleeps disturb'd by guilty feare God shall their Bones asunder smite Who impious Armes against him beare Nor they their infamy out-weare Since despiseable in his sight O that unto thy Israel The Day-starre might from Sion spring And all the shades of Night expell When Thou shalt us from Bondage bring How would we Lord thy Praises sing No joy should Jacobs joy excell PSALME LIV. As the 4. LORD for thy Promise sake defend And Thy All-saving Shield extend O heare my cries VVhich with wet Eyes And sighs to Thee ascend For cruell men my life pursue And who thy Statutes never knew Suppresse my Foes O side with those VVho to my Soule are true VVith vengeance recompense their hate And in an instant ruinate Then will I bring My Offering And Thy great Acts relate Thy Name for ever praised be VVho from those snares hast set me free For loe these eyes My Enemies Desir'd subversion see PSALME LV. As the 39. LORD to my Prayers incline thine Eare Th' afflicted heare Nor be thou Deafe to my complaint For O I faint Regard the sighes the grones the cries VVhich from my pensive Soule arise Rais'd by the threatnings of my Foe VVhich storme-like grow And by blood-thirsty Violence Truth my offence VVho slander with their wounding tongues And presse me unto Death with wrongs My heart a stranger unto rest Throbs in my breast The terrours of approching Death Exhaust my breath My sinews trembling Feare dissolves And Horror all my Powers involves O that with Dove-like wings I might Take my swift flight To calme Retreats of rest where I Conceal'd might lie Then would I finde some Wildernesse Removed farre from mans accesse Then all these Tempests which arise With hideous noise And with their dreadfull Tumults make My Heart to quake I would far swifter then the VVind Or winged Lightnings leave behind Part. 2 Lord swallow those who swell with pride Their Tongues divide For Strife and Violence bent to kill The City fill Both Day and Night they walke the Round Rape Mischiefe Teares within abound Wild Outrages her streets profane And boldly Reigne Fraud lurking in her Palaces Conspires with these For I had he his hate profest Had shunn'd or should his wrongs digest But thou my Friend even of my Heart The better Part To so intire a union growne As if but one Gods House we daily visited Both sweetly by one Counsell led Let Death devoure them let them dive To Hell alive With mischiefe their proud roofes abound Their hearts unsound But God my Soule shall dis-enthrall For I upon his Name will call Part. 3 My prayers shall with the Suns up rise Ascend the Skies Part. 3 Renew'd when he at Noone displayes His fervent Rayes When he behinde the Earth descends And Day out-worne with labour ends My Cries shall penetrate the Spheares And pierce his Eares He shall my captive Soule release And crowne with Peace For in the Fervor of the Fight His Angels shall protect my Right Th' Eternall Judge Jehovah shall Confound them all Who onely change from bad to worse Nor feare his Curse Sweet Peace he violated hath And broken his obliged Faith His Words then Butter smoother farre His Thoughts of Warre Words softer then the
will I celebrate thy Praise My thankefull Heart no time shall spot This will Jehovah more delight Then Buls prepar'd for Sacrifice Their guilded Hornes with Garlands dight This shall the Meeke with pleased Eyes Behold and centuple their joyes Their Day shall never set in Night For God the Poore regards and those VVho for his sake affliction trie Round Earth deepe Seas what Seas inclose You Orbs that move so orderly Our great Jehovah magnifie VVho crownes his Saints with sweet Repose For God his Sion shall immure And Judah's Cities build againe VVhere they shall ever live secure A faire inheritance obtaine There shall their blessed Seed remaine And safely that rich Soile manure PSALME LXX As the 5. HAst Lord from such as would devoure Defend by thy almightie Power Delay not in so fear'd an Houre But let confusion seaze on those Who seeke my Soule to shame expose Be sudden in their overthrowes Let those with infamie returne Dejected and unpittied mourne Who laugh and blast me with their scorne Who love thy Name with joy invest Let them in shades of Safetie feast And ever say The Lord be blest But I am poore and full of need Hast Lord deliver me with speed Our Strength our Help from Thee proceed PSALME LXXI As the 34. I To thy Wing for refuge flie Protect me from foule Infamy Lord in thy Justice save Deliver from their treacherous Snares O favourably heare my Prayers Snatch from the yawning Grave Be thou my Fortresse of Defence There let me fix my Residence O Thou my Rocke my Tower Who hast thy Angels given in charge That they thy Seruants should inlarge From circumventing Power Deliver from their cruell might Whose wicked hands in blood delight Lest I their prey become Thou art my hope even from my Youth Have I reli'd upon thy Truth By Thee kept in the wombe From thence extracted by thy Care Though as a Prodigie they stare On me with wondring eyes Yet thee my strength my Song shall praise And to the Starres thy glory raise While Sunnes shall set and rise Part 2 O cast not off when full of dayes Forsake not when my Strength decayes Watcht by conspiring Foes God hath abandon'd him say they Now let us make his life our prey VVho shall our power oppose My God close to thy servant stand And helpe him with a speedy hand Those in their pride confound Who persecute my wretched Soule Let Death their impious rage controule And with dishonour wound But I will ever hope and raise My Voice to multiply thy Praise Thy Righteousnesse display Thy manifold Deliveries VVhich ô no number can comprise Thus spend the harmelesse Day I in thy Strength though old and weake VVill walke and of thy Justice speake Of thine even thine alone Thou hast inform'd me from my Youth I to this houre with single Truth Thy wondrous workes have showne Part 3 Now in the VVinter of my yeares VVhen Time hath snow'd upon my haires Abandon not ô Lord Till I unto this Age proclame Thy Mightie Power in Songs the same Unto the next record Thy Counsels depth our search exceeds How admirable are thy Deeds O who is like to Thee Thou hast afflictions on me laine Yet shalt thou quicken me againe And from Earths entrailes free Still thou my glorie wilt increase And comfort with the joyes of Peace I in a living verse Unto my warbling Harpe will sing Thy praises O eternall King Thy noble Acts rehearse Unto my Voice and Instrument Shall my exalted Soule consent By Thee redeem'd from Death Thy Justice every Day proclaime That now hast cloth'd my Foes with Shame Dispersed by thy breath PSALME LXXII CANT BASS THe King Jehovah with thy Justice crowne And in a God-like reigne his Son renowne He shall with equitie thy People sway And Judgement in the scales of Justice waigh Then little Hils shall riot with increase And Mountaines flourish in the fruits of Peace He shall the Poore from Violence protect Exalt the Humble and the Proud deject They while the restlesse Sunne directs the Yeare While Moones increase and waine thy Name shall feare He shall descend like plenty-dropping Showres Which cloath the Earth and fill her Lap with flowers The Just shall flourish in his happy Dayes And Peace abound while Stars extend their Raies He shall from Sea to Sea inlarge his Reigne From swift Euphrates to the farthest Maine The wilde Inhabitants that live by prey In scortched Deserts shall his Rule obey His Foes shall licke the Dust rich with their Spoyles Kings of the Ocean and Sea-grasped Iles Shall orient Pearle and sparkling Stones present Gold from the Sun-burnt Aethiopians sent The swart Sabaeans and Panchaia's King Shall Cassia Myrrhe and sacred Incense bring Part. 2 All Kings shall homage to this King affoord All Nations shall receive him for their Lord. He shall th' Oppressed heare the Poore defend The Needie save and such as have no friend Redeeme their Soules from Fraud and Violence And shall with Blood revenge their Bloods expense For this he long and happily shall live To him they shall the Gold of Sheba give The People for their King shall hourely pray His Praises sing and blesse him Day by Day Ranke crops of Corne shall on high Mountaines grow And shake like Cedars when rough Tempests blow The Citizens shall prosper and abound Like blades of Grasse which cloath the pregnant ground His Name shall last to all Eternitie Even while the Sunne illuminates the Skie All Nations shall in Him be blest Him all The habitable Earth shall blessed call O praised be our God! That King of Kings Who onely can accomplish wondrous things For ever celebrate his glorious Name And fill the World with his illustrious Fame Amen Amen Here end the Prayers of David the Sonne of Iesse A PARAPHRASE VPON THE THIRD BOOKE OF THE PSALMES OF DAVID PSALME LXXIII As the 1. THat Power of powers who Israel protects The Pure of heart eternally affects Yet I began to stagger in my Faith My Feet almost had swerved from his Path VVhen I the Foole beheld with envious eyes Saw prosperous Vice to Wealth and Honour rise Their Thread of Life is close and firmly spun Whom feeble Age and pale Diseases shun They while we suffer surfeit in content As if alone exempt from punishment Pride hangs like precious Chains about their necks And Violence in robes of Purple decks Their swolne eyes shine with uncontroll'd excesse Who more then what their hearts can wish possesse Even glory in their foule Impietie And speake like Thunder from the troubled Skie Dire Blasphemies against high Heaven they cast The suffering Earth their Pride and Slander blast The Good not seldome through their Scandall stray And prest with Miseries in Passion say O how can we the Lord All-seeing call Or think he cares what unto men befall When lo the Wicked with successe are crown'd And in the pleasures of this world abound I to no end have purg'd my heart of
made And guide it with a reine Justice with Judgement joyn'd thy Throne uphold Mercy and Truth thy sacred browes infold Thrice happy they who when the Trumpet cals Throng to thy celebrated Festivals They of thy Beauty shall injoy the sight And guide their Feet by that informing light Thy Name shall daily in their mouthes be found And in thy Justice shall their Joyes abound Part. 3 Our Ornament in Peace our Strength in Wars Thy Favour shall exalt us to the Stars Thou Holy One of Israel our King Thou our defence secure beneath thy VVing Thus spake Jehovah by his Prophets voice Of strenuous David have I made my choice On that Heroë powr'd my Sacred Oyle To guide my People and preserve from spoile I will support him with my powerfull Arme No Foe shall Tribute force nor Treason harme His enemies before his Face shall flie And those who hate his Soule by slaughter die Our Truth and Clemencie shall crowne his Daies And to the Firmament his Glory raise He from the Billows of the Tyrian Maine To swift Euphrates shall extend his Reigne Who in his oft renew'd Devotions shall Me Father God and great Protector call My Favorite he shall be and my First birth Rais'd above all the Princes of the Earth My Mercy him for ever shall preserve And from my Promise I will never swerve His Seed shall alwaies reigne his Throne shall last While Daies have light and Nights their shadows cast Part. 4 If they my Judgements slight forsake my Law My Rites neglect and from my Rule withdraw Then I with whips will their offences scourge With labour misery and sorrows urge Yet will not utterly my King forsake My Vow infringe or alter what I spake I by my Sanctity to David sware That he and his should never want an Heire To sway the Hebrew Scepter while the Sun His usuall Race should through the Zodiack run VVhile Men the Moone and radiant Stars should see The faithfull witnesses of my Decree But thou art angry with thy owne Elect And dost thy late affected King reject Infringe the Cov'nant to thy Servant sworne Thou from his Browes his Diadem hast torne Cast downe the Rampier which his strength renown'd And all his Bulwarks level'd with the ground VVhom now his Neighbours scorne a common prey And spoile to all that travell by the way Part. 5 Thou addest strength and courage to his Foes VVho now rejoyce and triumph in his woes Rebatest his sharpe Sword unnerv'st his might And mak'st him shrinke in fervor of the fight His splendor hast Eclipsed his renowne In ruines buried and his Throne cast downe His Youth consumed with untimely Age Markt out for shame the object of thy Rage How long shall he in thy displeasure mourne Still shall thy Anger like a Furnace burne O call to mind the shortnesse of my daies That dreame of Man which like a Flower decaies VVho lives that can the stroke of Death defend Or shall not to the silent Grave descend Where is thy ancient Love thy plighted Troth Confirm'd to David by a solemne Oath Remember the Reproches I have borne Those of the Mighty and their bitter scorne Traduced by thy enemies abhorr'd Yet O my pensive Soule praise thou the Lord. Amen Amen A PARAPHRASE VPON THE FOVRTH BOOKE OF THE PSALMES OF DAVID PSALME XC As the 34. O Thou the Father of us all Our refuge from th' Originall That wert our God before The aëry Mountaines had their birth Or Fabricke of the peopled Earth And art for evermore But fraile man daily dying must At thy Command returne to Dust Or should he Ages last Ten thousand yeares are in thy sight But like a quadrant of the Night Or as a Day that 's past He by the Torrent swept from hence An empty Dreame which mocks the Sense And from the Phansie flies Such as the beauty of the Rose Which in the dewy Morning blows Then hangs the head and dies Through daily anguish we expire Thy anger a consuming Fire To our offences due Our sinnes although by Night conceal'd By shame and feare are all reveal'd And naked to thy view Thus in thy wrath our yeares we spend And like a sad discourse they end Nor but to seventy last Or if to eighty they arrive We then with Age and Sicknesse strive Cut off with winged haste Part. 2 Who knowes the terror of thy wrath Or to thy dreadfull anger hath Proportion'd his due feare Teach us to number our fraile Daies That we our hearts to Thee may raise And wisely sinne forbeare Lord O how long at length relent And of our miseries repent Thy Early Mercy shew That we may unknowne comfort taste For those long daies in sorrow past As long of joy bestow The works of thy accustom'd Grace Shew to thy Servants on their Race Thy chearefull beames reflect O let on us thy Beauty shine Blesse our attempts with aide divine And by thy Hand direct PSALME XCI As the 9. VVHo makes th' Almighty his retreat Shall rest beneath his shady Wings Free from th' oppression of the Great The rage of Warre or wrath of Kings Free from the cunning Fowlers traine The tainted aires infectious breath His Truth in perils shall susteine And shield thee from the stroke of Death No terrors shall thy sleeps affright Nor deadly flying Arrowes slay Nor Pestilence devoure by Night Or Slaughter massacre by Day A thousand and ten thousand shall Sinke on thy Right hand and thy Left Yet thou secure shall see their fall By vengeance of their lives bereft Since God thou hast thy Refuge made And do'st to him thy Vowes direct No evill shall thy strength invade Nor wasting plagues thy roofe infect Thee shall his Angels safely guide Upheld by winged Legions Left thou at any time should'st slide And dash thy Foot against the Stones Thou on the Basiliske shalt tread The Mountaine Lion boldly meet And trample on the Dragons Head The Leopard prostrate at thy Feet Since he hath fix't his love on me Saith God and walked in my wayes I will his Soule from danger free And from the reach of Envie raise To him I his desires will give From danger guard in honour place He long long happily shall live And flourish in my saving Grace PSALME XCII As the 29. THou who art inthron'd above Thou by whom we live and move O how sweet how excellent Is 't with tongue and hearts consent Thankefull hearts and joyfull tongues To renowne thy Name in Songs When the Morning paints the Skies When the sparkling Starres arise Thy high favours to rehearse Thy firme faith in gratefull Verse Take the Lute and Violin Let the solemne Harpe begin Instruments strung with ten strings While the Silver Cimbal rings From thy VVorkes my joy proceeds How I triumph in thy Deeds VVho thy Wonders can expresse All thy Thoughts are fathomlesse Hid from Men in Knowledge blinde Hid from Fooles to Vice inclin'd Who that Tyrant Sin obey Though they spring like Flowers in
May Parch't with Heat and nipt with Frost Soone shall fade for ever lost Part. 2 Lord thou art most Great most High Such from all Eternitie Perish shall thy Enemies Rebels that against thee rise All who in their Sins delight Shall be scatter'd by thy Might But thou shalt exalt my Horne Like a youthfull Vnicorn Fresh and fragrant Odors shed On thy crowned Prophets head I shall see my Foes defeat Shortly heare of their retreat But the Just like Palmes shall flourish VVhich the Plains of Judah nourish Like tall Cedars mounted on Cloud ascending Lebanon Plants set in thy Court below Spread their roots and upwards grow Fruit in their Old-age shall bring Ever fat and flourishing This Gods Justice celebrates He my Rocke Injustice hates PSALME XCIII As the 47. NOw great Jehovah raignes VVith Majesty aray'd His Power all powers restraines By men and gods obey'd The round Earth hung In liquid Aire Establisht there But by his Tongue Thy Throne more old then Time And after as before The Flouds in billowes clime And foming loudly rore VVith horrid Noise The Ocean raves And breaks his Waves Against the Skies But thou more to be fear'd More terrible then these Thy Voice in Thunder heard Thy Nod rebukes the Seas Thee Truth renowns Pure Sanctitie Eternally Thy Temple crowns PSALME XCIV As the 10. GReat God of Hosts revenge our Wrong On those who are in Mischiefe strong Vpon thy Foes Inflict our VVoes For Vengeance doth to Thee belong Judge of the World prevent The Proud and Insolent How long shall they the Just oppresse And triumphin their Wickednesse How long supplant Ah! how long vaunt And glory in their dire successe Thy Saints asunder break Insulting o're the Weak Who Strangers and poore VViddowes kill The blood of wretched Orphans spill And say Can he Or heare or see Doth God regard what 's good or ill Brute Beasts without a mind O Fools in knowledge blind Shall not th' Almighty see and heare VVho form'd the Eye and fram'd the Eare VVho Nations slew Not punish you VVho taught not know to him appeare Darke Counsels secret Fires Vaine Hopes and vast Desires Part. 2 But O! thrice blessed he whom God Chastiseth with his gentle Rod Informes and awes By sacred Lawes In stormes brought to a safe aboad VVhile the Unrighteous shall By winged Vengeance fall For he will not forsake th'Elect Nor who adore his Name reject But Judgement then Shall turne agen To Justice and her Throne Erect VVho are in Heart upright Shall follow that cleare Light VVhat mortall will th' Afflicted aid Depend when impious Foes invade Lord hadst not thou My Soule ere now In silent shades of Death had laid For he my Out-cries heard And from the Centre rear'd VVhen Griefe my labouring Soule confounds Thou powrest Balme into her wounds Shall Tyrannie VVith thee complie VVho Mischiefe for a Law propounds VVho swarme to circumvent And doome the Innocent But thou O Lord art my Defence My Refuge and my Recompence The Vicious shall By Vices fall By their owne Sinnes be swept from hence God shall cut off their breath And give them up to Death PSALME XCV As the 34. COme Sing the great Jehovah's Praise VVhose Mercies have prolong'd our Dayes Sing with a joyfull voyce VVith bending Knees and raised Eyes Adore your God ô sacrifice In sacred Hymnes rejoyce Great is the God of our Defence Transcending all in eminence His Hand the Earth sustaines The Depths the loftie Mountaines made The Land and liquid Plaines displaid And curbs them with his Reines O come before his Foot-stoole fall Our onely God who form'd us all Through Stormes of danger led He is our Shepheard we his Sheepe His Hands from Wolves and Rapine keepe In pleasant Pastures fed The Voice of God thus spake this Day Repine not as at Meribah As in the Wildernesse Where your Fore-fathers tempted me Who did my Workes of Wonder see And to their shame confesse VVhen vex't for fortie yeares I said This People in their hearts have strai'd Rebellious to command To whom I in my Anger swore That Death should seise on them before They knew this pleasant Land PSALME XCVI As the 29. NEw composed Ditties sing To our Everlasting King You all you of Humane birth Fed and nourisht by the Earth Celebrate Jehovah's Praise Daily his Deliveries blase His Glory let the Gentiles know To the VVorld his wonders show O how gracious ô how great Earth his Foot-stoole Heaven his Seat To be fear'd and honor'd more Then those gods whom Fooles adore Idols by their Servants made But our God the Heavens display'd Honour Beautie Power Divine In his Sanctuarie shine All who by his Favour live Glory to Jehovah give Glory due unto his Name And his Mightie Deeds proclame Offerings on his Altar lay There your Vowes devoutly pay In his beauteous Holinesse Part. 2 To the Lord your Prayer addresse All whom Earths round shoulders beare Serve the Lord with Joy and Feare Tell Mankinde Jehovah raignes He shall bind the world in Chaines So as it shall never slide And with sacred Justice guide Let the smiling Heavens rejoyce Joyfull Earth exalt her Voice Let the dancing Billowes rore Ecchoes answer from the Shore Fields their flowrie Mantles shake All shall in their Joy partake VVhile the VVoods Musicians sing To the ever-youthfull Spring Fill his Courts with sacred Mirth He He comes to judge the Earth Justly He the VVorld shall sway And his Truth to men display PSALME XCVII As the 8. O Earth joy in Jehovah's Raigne You numerous Iles claspt by the Maine Him rolling Clouds and Shades infold Judgement and Truth his Throne uphold VVho fierie Darts before him throwes VVith winged flames consumes his Foes His Lightning made a Day of Night Earth trembled at so fear'd a sight The Mountaines at his Presence sweat Like pliant VVax dissolv'd with Heat At his Descension from the Skie VVho rules the VVorlds great Monarchie The Heavens declare his Righteousnesse His Glorie wondering men confesse Let those with shame to Hell descend VVhose Knees to cursed Idols bend VVhose rockes for Deities implore O all you gods our God adore Rejoycing Sion heard her King Her Daughters of his Judgements sing Thou art exalted above all Mankinde and Pow'rs Angelicall Those Saints thy shady Wings protect VVho Sin abhorre and thee affect For thou hast sown the Seeds of Light And joy which shall invest th'Vpright You Just your joyfull Hearts elate His blest Memoriall celebrate PSALME XCVIII As the 47. SING to the King of kings Sing in unusuall Laies That hath wrought wondrous things His Conquest crown with Praise Whose Armes alone And sacred Hands Their impious Bands Have overthrown He Justice brings to light His saving Truth extends Even in the Gentiles sight To Earths remotest Ends. His Heavenly Grace At full displayd And promise made To Jacobs Race Let all that dwell on Earth Their high Affections raise VVith universall Mirth And loudly sing his Praise To Musick joyne The warbling
all the World relate His Fame in your Assemblies raise And in the sacred Senate praise Part. 4 He Rivers turnes t' a Wildernesse Springs dry'd up by the Suns accesse To scourge their Sins he makes the Soile Vngratefull to the Owners toile Turnes sandy Deserts into Pooles And parched Earth with Fountains cooles There plants his hungry Colonies VVhere strongly-fenced Cities rise The Fields their yellow Mantles weare And spreading Vines full clusters beare They infinitely multiply Their Heards of no diseases die But when their Sins his Wrath incense Then Famine Warre and Pestilence Their miserable Lives devoure Their Princes he deprives of Power Who in the Path-lesse Wildernesse Conceal'd themselves from Mans accesse The Poore he raiseth from the ground Their Families like flocks abound The Just shall this with joy behold Th'Unjust with feare and shame controll'd The Wise these Changes will record That they may know and serve the Lord. PSALME CVIII As the 2. MY Thoughts the Lord their Object make Before the ruddy Morning spring My Glory of his Praise shall sing Awake my Lute my Harp awake While I to all the VVorld rehearse His praises in a living Verse Thy Mercy O how great extends Above the Starry Firmament Still unto tender pity bent Thy Truth the soaring clouds transcends Thy Head above the Heavens erect Thy Glory on the Earth reflect O heare us who thy aide implore And with thy owne Right hand defend To thy Beloved Succour send God by his Sanctitie thus swore I Succoths Valley will divide In Sichems Spoils be magnifi'd Manasseh Gilead both are mine Ephraim my Strength in Battaile bold Thou Judah shalt my Scepter hold I will triumph o're Palaestine Base Servitude shall Moab waste O're Edom I my Shooe will cast Who will our forward Troups direct To Rabbah strongly fortifi'd Or into sandy Edom guide Lord wilt not thou that didst reject Nor wouldst before our Armies goe Now lead our Host against the Foe VVhen Death and Horrour most affright Doe thou our troubled Souls sustaine For O the helpe of Man is vaine Lead and we valiantly shall fight Thy Feet our Foes shall trample downe Thy Hands our Browes with Conquest crowne PSALME CIX As the 1. MY God my Glory leave not in Distresse Nor let prevailing Fraud the Truth oppresse They who delight in Subtilties and Wrongs Afflict me with the Poison of their Tongues VVith Slander and Detraction gird me round And would without a Cause my life confound Good turnes with evill proudly recompense And Love with Hate my Merit my offence But I in these Extremes to thee repaire And poure out my perplexed Soule in Praire Subject him to a Tyrants sterne command Subverting Satan place at his Right hand Found guilty when arraign'd in that fear'd time Let his rejected Prairs augment his Crime May he by violence untimely die And let another his Command supply Let his distressed Widow weep in vaine His wretched Orphans to dease Eares complaine Let them the wandring Paths of Exile tread And in unpeopled Deserts seeke their bread Let griping Vsurers divide his spoile And Strangers reape the harvest of his toile Part. 2 In his long misery may he find no Friend None to his Race so much as Pity lend Let his Posterity be overthrowne Their Names to the succeeding Age unknowne Let not the Lord his Fathers Sins forget His Mothers Infamy before him set O let them be the Object of his Eye Till hee out-root their hated Memory That to the wretched would no Mercy show But cruelly pursu'd his Overthrow Laid Trains to kill the Broken and Contrite On his owne head let his dire Curses light He hated Blessing never be he blest Let cursing like a Robe his Loines invest And like a fatall Girdle gird him round As he with Execrations did abound Let them like Water in his Bowels boile And eate into his Bones like burning Oyle Thus let the Lord reward my Enemies VVho seeke to blast me with malicious lies Part. 3 But Lord in my deliverance proclaime Thy Mercy for the honour of thy Name For I am poore with misery opprest My wounded heart bleeds in my panting brest I like the Evening shadow am declin'd And like the Locust toss'd with every Wind. My feeble knees beneath their burden bend My Flesh with fasting falls my Bones ascend Reproch hath seis'd on me my Foes revile And in derision shake their heads and smile My God O snatch me from the swallowing grave Thy servant with accustom'd Mercy save That they may know it was thy powerfull Hand And how I by divine Supportance stand Still may they vainely curse whom thou dost blesse And pine with envy at my good successe Let them be cloth'd with shame O be their owne Confusion on them like a Mantle throwne But I thy praise will duly celebrate And to the multitude thy Deeds relate That hast th' afflicted Soule from sorrow freed And from their snares who had his death decreed PSALME CX As the 34. THE Lord unto my Lord thus spake Sit at my right hand till I make A Foot-stoole of thy Foes He will thy Rod from Zion send Unto whose Power all powers shall bend That dare thy Rule oppose Thy People willingly shall pay Their vowes in that triumphant Day VVith their united Powers Aray'd in Ephods nor so few As are those Pearles of morning-dew VVhich hang on Herbs and Flowers He swore who never Oath did breake Of th' order of Melchisedek That thou a Priest should'st raigne Even while the Sun disperst his Light VVhile Moones should rule th'alternate Night Or Stars their course maintaine God in that Day at thy right hand Their Bloud who Tyrant-like command Shall in his fury spill He in his Justice shall confound The Heathen and the purple ground VVith heaps of slaughter fill VVho over many Nations sway And onely their owne Wils obey Shall sinke beneath his rage Then shall this all-subduing King VVith VVater of the Chrystall spring His burning thirst asswage PSALME CXI CANT BASS MY Soule the honor of our King Shall in the great Assembly sing Great are the wonders He hath showne With joy by their admirers knowne His glorious deedes all praise transcend His equall Justice knowes no end Left in eternall Monuments VVhose Mercy Death and Hell prevents Feeds those who feare his Name and will His Promise faithfully fulfill VVho planted with a powerfull Hand His people in this pleasant Land Just Judgement executes directs By sacred Lawes and Truth affects These fretting Time shall never waste But squar'd by Justice ever last His Word to us confirm'd by deed So often from oppression freed His Name is terrible to all His feare is the Originall Of VVisdome and they onely wise VVho make his Lawes their Exercise His praise while men have memory And power of speech shall never die PSALME CXII As the 111. Hallelu-jah THat man is blest who feares the Lord And chearfully obeies his VVord His Seed shall flourish on the Earth Their Off-spring
happy from their birth His House with riches shall abound His truth with endlesse honour crown'd To him in darknesse light ascends Mild gracious just in all his ends His bounty for the poore provides Discretion all his actions guides No violence shall cast him downe No time deface his just renowne Nor rumours shake his confidence The Lord his Hope and strong Defence Confirm'd in fearelesse fortitude Till he have all his Foes subdu'd He the necessitated feeds The honour of his vertuous Deeds Shall live in sacred memory His Glories shall ascend on high Th'unjust inrag'd their teeth shall grin'd And languish with the griefe of mind Pale envy shall their flesh consume And all their hopes convert to fume PSALME CXIII As the cxi Hallelu-jah O You who serve the living Lord Due praises to his Name afford Now and for ever celebrate Let all his noble Acts relate Even from the purple Morn's uprise To where the Evening flecks the Skies All power to his Dominion bends His Glory the bright Stars transcends What God can be compar'd with ours VVho Thron'd in Heavens superiour towres Submits himselfe to guide and move All that is done in Heaven above And from that height vouchsafes to throw His eyes on us who creepe below The poore he raiseth from the Dust Even from the Dunghill lifts the Just Whom he to height of honour brings And sets him in the Thrones of Kings He fructifies the barren Wombe The Childlesse Mothers now become Hallelu-jah PSALME CXIV As the cxi VVHen Israel left th' Egyptian Land Freed from a tyrannous command God his owne People sanctifi'd And he himselfe became their Guide Th' amazed Seas this seeing fled And Jordan shrunke into his Head The cloudy Mountaines skipt like Rams The little Hils like frisking Lambs Recoyling Seas what caus'd your dread Why Jordan shrunk'st thou to thy Head Why Mountaines did you skip like Rams And why you little Hils like Lambs Earth tremble thou before his Face Before the God of Jacobs Race VVho turn'd hard Rocks into a Lake VVhen Springs from flinty intrailes brake PSALME CXV As the 9. VVE nothing can of merit clame Not for our sakes thy aide afford But for the honour of thy Name Thy Mercy and unfailing VVord VVhy should th' insulting Heathen cry VVher 's now the God they vainly praise Our Lord inthron'd above the Skie All underneath at pleasure swaies Their Gods but Gold and silver be Made by a fraile Artificer For they have eyes that cannot see Dumbe mouthes and eares that cannot heare Fooles on their Altars incense throw VVho nothing smell their Feet are bound Nor have they power to moove or goe Their throats give passage to no sound Their hands can neither give nor take Unapt to punish or defend As senselesse they who Idols make Part. 2 Or to their carved Statues bend Your hopes on God O Israel place He is your Helpe and strong Defence Be he you Priests of Aarons Race The object of your confidence In him all you that feare him trust He shall protect you in distresse The Lord is of his Promise just And will his faithfull Servants blesse The House of chosen Israel And Aarons holy Family The poore and who in power excell That love and on his aide relye They shall a mighty People grow Their Children happy from their birth He will increase of gifts bestow VVhose hands created Heaven and Earth He in the Heaven of Heavens resides And over all his Creatures reignes Among the sonnes of men divides The Earth and all that Earth containes VVho sleepe within the vaults of Death No Offerings to his Altars bring O praise his Name while we have breath And loudly Halelu-jah sing PSALME CXVI As the 4. MY Soule intirely shall affect The Lord whose eares my grones respect In misery He heard thy cry To him thy Prayers direct Sorrows of Death my Soule assail'd The greedy jawes of Hell prevail'd Deprest with griefe When all reliefe And humane pitty fail'd I cri'd My God O looke on me Thou ever Just th' afflicted free O from the Grave Thy Servant save For mercy lives in thee The Innocent and long distrest The humble minde by wrongs opprest Thy Favour still Preserves from ill My Soule then take thy rest God staid my feet and dry'd my teares Redeem'd from Death and deadly feares That still I might Walke in his sight And number many yeares Part. 2 Thus with a firme beliefe I prai'd Yet in extreames of trouble said All on the Earth Of mortall birth Even all of Lies are made VVhat shall I unto God restore For all his Mercies Fall before His holy Throne And him alone With sacred Rites adore I will performe my Vowes this day VVhere they frequent who God obey Right precious is The Death of His He sees and will repay Lord I am thine thy Hand-maids Seed By Thee from raging Tyrants freed My Prayers shall rise In Sacrifice My thanks thy Altar feed I will performe my Vowes this day Where thy frequent who God obey Even in his Court Within thy Fort Renowned Solyma PSALME CXVII As the 47. YOu Nations of the Earth Our great Preserver praise All you of humane birth To Heaven his Glory raise Whose Mercy hath No end nor bound His Promise crown'd VVith constant Faith PSALME CXVIII As the cxi PRaise our good God that King of kings From whom eternall Mercy springs Let Israel let Aarons Race Let all that flourish in his Grace Confesse that from the King of kings Eternity of Mercie springs He in my trouble heard my Prayers And freed me from their deadly snares He fights my Battailes then how can I feare the Power of feeble Man Assists my Friends my Enemies Shall with their slaughter feast mine eyes Farre better to have Confidence In God then trust to mans Defence On him much safer to relie Then on the strength of Monarchy The Nations all at once assail'd But by his Aid my Sword prevail'd Their Armies had beset me round I with their Bodies strew'd the ground Though they like Bees about me swarme His holy Name and pow'rfull Arme Shall soone consume their numerous powers As Fire the crackling Thorne devoures Part. 2 Mad men his Fall you seeke in vaine VVhom great Jehovah's Hands sustaine He is my Strength his Praise my Song By him preserv'd from powerfull Wrong Our Tents with publike Joy shall ring The Just of their Deliverance sing He with his owne Right hand hath fought His owne Right hand hath Wonders wrought I shall not die but live to praise The Lord who hath prolong'd my Daies He with his Scourge my Sin corrects Yet from the Darts of Death protects You to his Service sanctifi'd The Temple Doores set open wide That I may enter in his Name And celebrate his glorious Fame Those are the Doores at which all they Shall enter who his Will obey His Praise with Hymnes immortallize My Saviour who hath heard my Cries Part. 3 That Stone the Builders from them cast Is
purchased Both Men and Maides more in my House were bred My Flocks and Heards abundantly increa'st So great as never King before possest Silver and Gold the Treasure of the Seas Of Kings and Provinces foment mine ease Sweet Voices Musicke of all sorts invite My curious Eares and feast with their delight In greater fluencie no Mortall raign'd In height of all my wisedome I retain'd I had the Beauties which my Eyes admir'd Gave to my Heart what ever it desir'd In my owne workes rejoyc'd The recompence Of all my Labours was deriv'd from thence Then I survey'd all that my hands had done My troublesome delights Beneath the Sun VVhat solid good can mans indeavour finde All is but vanitie and griefe of Minde At length I wisedome pond'red in my thought And madnesse weigh'd for folly is distraught VVhat man can my untraced Steps pursue Or doe that Act which to the King is new Then found how wisedome folly did excell As much as brightest Heaven the Shades of Hell The wisemans Eyes are towred in his head The foole in Darknesse walkes by Error led Yet equall Miseries on either waite And both we see obnoxious to one fate Thus in my heart I said The foole and I Suffer alike and must together Dye Why then vexe I my braines to grow more wise Even this was not the least of Vanities Both must be swallowed by Oblivion What is will not to after times be knowne The wise and foolish to the Earth descend And in the grave their various travels end For this I hated Life which only feeds Increasing Sorrowes fruitlesse are our Deeds And wearisome Man no content can find For all is vanitie and griefe of Mind I hated all the Glory I had wonne My State my Structures all my hands had done Fore-seeing how that certaine houre would come When I must leave them Nor yet know to whom VVho can divine if prudent or a foole Yet he must over all my Labours Rule Of all my wisedomes purchaces possest This vanitie was equall with the rest I therefore sought to make my Heart despaire To slight the fraile successe of all my Care What by Integritie and honest toyle A wise man gathers must become his spoile Who only pleas'd his Sence this is a great Vexation and an undiscern'd deceit What hath a Man for all his Industry And griefe of Soule sustain'd beneath the sky All is but sorrow from the Houre of Birth Till he with age returne unto the Earth His Travell paine night yields him no repose This vanitie from our first Parents flowes To eate to drinke t' enjoy what we possesse With freedome is the greatest Happinesse That Mortals can attaine unto A good Deriv'd from God by Men not understood Who feasted more then I who spent his store More liberally or cheer'd his Genius more God wisedome gives gives Knowledge and Delight To those whose hearts are perfect in his sight To Sinners trouble who their time employ To gather what the Righteous shall enjoy By their owne A varice in plenty pin'd This is a vanitie and griefe of Mind Chap. 3 Lo all things have their times by God decreed In Natures changes all things which proceed From Mans Intentions under the vast skie A Time when to be borne a Time to Dye A time to plant to extirpe to Kill to Cure A time to batter downe a time to immure A time of laughter and a time to turne Our smiles to teares a time to dance to mourne To scatter Stones to gather them againe A time to embrace embraces to refraine A Time to get to loose to save to spend To teare asunder and the torne to mend A time to speake from speaking to surcease A time for Love for hate for warre for Peace What good can humane Industry obtaine When all things are so changeable and vaine For God on Man these various Labours throwes To afflict him with varietie of woes He in their times all beautifull hath made The world into our narrow hearts convay'd Yet cannot they the causes apprehend Of his great workes the Originall nor End What other good can Man from these produce But to take pleasure in their present use To eate to drinke t' enjoy what is our owne Is such a gift as God bestowes alone His purpose is Eternall nor can wee Adde or Substract from his Divine Decree That Mortals might their bold Attempts forbeare And curbe their wild affections by his feare What hath beene is what shall be was before And what is past the Almighty will restore Besides the seats of Justice I survay'd There saw how favour and corruption sway'd Then said I in my heart God surely shall Reward the just the unjust to Judgement call All Purposes and Actions have their Times A time for Vengeance to pursue our Crimes As much as sense concernes God manifests To Men how little they dissent from Beasts One end to both befals to equall Death Are lyable and breath the selfe same Breath Then what preheminence hath Man above A Beast since both so Transitory prove Both travell to one home are Earth and must Returne to their Originary Dust Who knowes that Soules of men ascend the sky That those of Beasts with their fraile Bodies dye What Mortall then can make so good a choice As in his owne acquirements to rejoyce This is his Portion for of things to come None can informe him in the Graves darke wombe Chap. 4 Then I observ'd the Bold oppressions done In Presence of the all-survaying Sun Beheld the teares that fell from Sorrowes Eyes No Comforter t' asswage her Miseries With all th' oppressors powerfull Violence While weake Integritie found no defence For this before the Living I prefer'd Those whom the quiet Caves of Death interr'd Before them both such as have yet not beene Nor these diversities of evils seene Againe observ'd how our best Actions bred Ignoble Envie by our Vertue fed Nor friendship could so great a vice controule This was a Vanitie and griefe of Soule The foole sits with his Armes a-crosse his houres In sloth consumes and his owne flesh devoures Better saith he a handfull is obtain'd With happy ease then two by trouble gain'd While I this chace of Vanitie pursue A worse presents her folly to my view Lo one who hath no Second Child nor Heire VVeares out his Life in restlesse toyle and care To gather Riches nor can satisfie VVith all his store the Avarice of his Eye Nor thinks for whom doe I my Soule deceive And injur'd Nature of her Dues bereave This is a sore disease if truly knowne And such a vanitie as yields to none Two better are then one of more regard Their Labour lesse and greater their reward If either fall one will the other raise When he who walkes alone his Life betrayes If two together lye both warmth beget But he who lies alone receives no heat If one prevaile two may that one resist Coards hardly breake which of three lines consist
More reall worth a poore wise child adornes Then an old Foolish King who counsell scornes He from a Prison to a Throne ascends This borne a Prince his Life obscurely ends His Subjects after his successor runne As from the setting to the rising Sunne The vulgar are inconstant in their choice Nor in the present Government rejoyce The following as the first to change inclin'd This is a vanitie and griefe of mind Chap. 5 Whether thou goest conceive and to what end When thy bold feet the House of God ascend There rather heare his Life-directing Rules Then offer up the sacrifice of Fooles For sinfull are their gifts who neither know What they to God should give or what they owe. The Ryot of thy tongue let feare restraine Nor with rash Orisons his Eares profane God sits in Heaven with Rayes of Beauty crown'd Thou a poore Mortall creep'st upon the ground Since nothing lies concealed from his view Nor scapes his knowledge let thy words be few As Dreames proceed from multitude of Cares So multitude of words a foole declares Performe thy vowes to God without delay Fooles please not him thy vowes sincerely pay Since they are offerings of the gratefull will Vow not at all or else thy vowes fulfill Let not thy tongue oblige thy flesh to sinne Nor say I err'd by that pretext to winne Thy Angels Pardon Why shouldst thou incense Thy God and draw his wrath on thy offence In multitudes of words and Dreames appeare Like vanities my Sonne Jehova feare Nor let it quench thy Piety when thou Shalt see the poore beneath the mighty bow All Lawes perverted Justice cast aside As if the Vniverse had lost her guide That Power to whom all are subordinate Shall crush them with an unsuspected fate The Mother Earth to all her bosome yields Even Princes are beholding to the fields Who silver Covet and Excesse of Gaine Shall ever want this folly is as vaine As Riches multiply even so doe they VVho feed thereon and on their Plenty prey What profit to the owner can arise But to behold them with his carefull Eyes Sweet is the sleepe which honest toyle begets Whether he liberally or little eates When ever-troublesome Abundance keeps The wealthy waking and affrights his sleeps What Penury than Riches can be worse If by the Owner turn'd into a Curse Or to consuming vice become a spoyle Who Sonnes begets to misery and toyle Naked he issu'd from his Mothers wombe And naked must descend into his Tombe Of all with travell got and kept with feare He nothing to the House of Death shall beare But must returne as Emptie as he came His Entrie and his Exit but the same What bootes it then to Labour for the winde This is a sore affliction to the Minde He feeds his sorrow in continuall Night Repleat with Anguish Fury and Despight This truth have I found out in her pursuite To feed our Bodies to enjoy the fruit Of our enricht endeavours and to give Our selves their comforts whil'st on Earth we live Is good and Pleasurable this alone Is all we have that can be call'd our owne For to have Riches and the Power with all To use them freely is the Principall Of earthly Benefits for God on those He most affects this Happinesse bestowes That man retaines no sence of former Ill 's VVhose Heart the Lord of Life with gladnesse fills Chap. 6 This as a Common Misery have I With sorrow seene beneath the ambient Sky God Riches and Renowne to men imparts Even all they wish and yet their narrow hearts Cannot so great a fluency receive But their fruition to a Stranger leave What falser vanitie or worse disease Could ever on the life of Mortals seaze Though he a hundred Children should beget Though many yeares should make his Age compleat Yet if he to himselfe his owne deny Then want a Grave and violently dye Better were an abortive borne in vaine That in obscuritie departs againe Enveloped with shrouds of endlesse Night Who never saw the Sunne display his Light Nor Good or Evill knew he is more blest And soone descends to his perpetuall Rest Though th' other twenty Ages have surviv'd His Misery is but the longer Liv'd Yet both must to that fatall Mansion goe Where they to none are knowne nor any know All that Man Labours for is but to Eate Yet is his soule not satisfi'd with Meate VVhat therefore hath the wise more then the foole VVhat wants the poore that can his Passions rule Farre better is a cleare and pleas'd aspect Then meagre lookes which vast desires detect Such as can never satisfaction find Yet this is vanitie and griefe of Mind For be he what he will he must be Man A Name repleat with Misery nor can But desperately with such a Power contend On whom himselfe and all the world depend As Riches so our cares and feares increase O discontented Man where is thy peace VVho knowes what 's good for thee in these thy Dayes Of Vanitie A Shadow so decayes Or can informe thy Soule what will befall When thou art lost in greedy Funerall Chap. 7 An honest Name acquir'd by vertuous deeds The fragrant smell of Precious Oyles exceeds Even so the Houre of Death that of our Birth Which Fame secures and Earth restores to Earth Better to be at Funerals a Guest Then entertained at a Nuptiall feast For all must to the shades of Death descend And those that live should thinke of their last End Sorrow then Mirth more to perfection moves For a sad Countenance the Soule improves The wise will therefore ioyne with such as mourne But fooles into the Bowers of Laughter turne A wise mans reprehensions though severe More then the songs of Fooles should please the eare As thornes beneath a Caldron catch the fire Blaze with a noise and suddenly expire Such is the immoderate laughter of vaine fooles This Vanitie in our distemper rules Oppressions purchases the Judgement blind Make wise men mad a Guift corrupts the Mind Beginnings in their Ends their meed obtaine Humility more conquers then Disdaine Nor be thou to distracting Anger prone By her deformities a foole is knowne Nor murmuring say Why are these dayes of ours Worse then the former doth the chiefe of Powers So differently the affaires of mortals sway Such questions but thy Arrogance display Wisedome with Ancient Wealth not got by care Great blessings heape on those who breath this Aire Both are to mortals a protecting shade When bitter stormes or scorching beames invade But if divided he who is possest Of Life-infusing Wisedome is more blest Gods works consider who can rectifie Or make that streight which he hath made awry In thy prosperitie let joy abound Nor let adversitie thy patience wound For these by him so intermixed are That no man should presume nor yet despaire All perturbations all things that have beene I in my dayes of vanitie have seene How their owne justice have the just destroy'd And how the
in Chariots those Our trust we in our God repose Their wounded limbs with anguish bend To Death descend But we in fervour of the fight Have stood upright O save us Lord thy Suppliants heare And in our aid Great King appeare PSALME XXI As the 15. LOrd in thy Salvation In the Strength which thou hast showne Greatly shall the King rejoyce How will Joy exalt his Voyce Thou hast granted his request Of his Hearts desire possest Blest with Blessings manifold Crown'd with sparkling Gemmes and Gold Praid-for Life thou granted hast Length of Dayes which never waste By thy Safe-guard glorious made VVith high Majestie array'd Of resistlesse Pow'r possest By thy favours ever blest Lo his Joyes are infinite Joy reflected from thy sight For the King in God did trust Through the Mercie of the Just He shall ever fixed stand For thy Hand thy owne right Hand Shall thy Enemies destroy Who would in thy ruine joy When thy Anger shall awake Them a flaming Furnace make God shall swallow in his Ire And devoure them all with fire From the Earth destroy their Fruit Never let their Seed take root Mischievous was their intent All their Thoughts against me bent Thoughts which nothing could performe Let thy Arrowes like a Storme Put them to inglorious flight On their daunted faces light Lord aloft thy Triumphs raise While we sing thy Power and Praise PSALME XXII CANT BASS MY God! ô why hast thou forsooke Why ô so far with-drawne thine Aid Nor when I roared pity tooke My God by day to Thee I pray'd And when Nights Curtaines were displaid Yet wouldst not Thou vouchsafe a looke Yet thou art holy thron'd on high The Israelites thy Praise resound Our Fathers did on thee relye Their Faith with wreaths of Conquest crown'd They sought and thy Deliverance found They trusted and thy Truth did trie But I a worme no man am made The scorne of men despis'd by all Who shake their Heads make mouths upbraid Let God say they redeeme from thrall On whom thy Hopes so vainely call Now let him his Beloved aid Thou drew'st me from the wombe by Thee Confirmed at my Mothers breast When borne Thou took'st the charge of me Even from my Birth my God profest O succour me with feare distrest Thou canst alone thy Servant free Part 2 Incensed Bulls about me stare Strong Buls of Bashan girt me round Who their inflamed mouths prepare Like ravenous Lions to confound I 'm spilt like water on the ground And all my Bones disjointed are My Heart like Wax within me thawes My vigour as a Pot-sheared dry'd My thirstie Tongue cleaves to my jawes In dust of Death thou do'st me hide Dogs compasse me on every side And multitudes who hate thy Lawes My hands and Feet transfixed are Bones to be told with anguish waste This seene with joy my robes they share Lots on my seamlesse garment cast My Strength to my redemption haste Nor ô be deafe to my sad praier Let not the Sword thy Servant wound My Dearling from the Dog protect From Lions that in rage abound From Unicornes guard thy Elect. I then my Brethren will direct Among the Saints thy Praise resound Part 3 O praise him you who feare the Lord You Sons of Jacob God adore Let Israels Seed his praise record For from their cryes who helpe implore His Face he hides not nor the Poore In their Affliction hath abhorr'd I in the great Assembly shall Declare his Works which words exceed And pay my Vowes before them all The Meeke abundantly shall feed The Faithfull praise their Helpe at need Nor by the stroke of Death shall fall All who behold the Suns Vp-rise Shall God professe and serve alone And all the Heathen Families Shall cast themselves before his Throne Because the Kingdome is his owne For over all his Empire lies Who in prosperity abound Nor undeserved Honours gaine VVho poorely creepe upon the ground And scarce their needy lives susteine Shall eat and to his easie reigne Submit with joyes eternall crown'd Their sanctifi'd Posteritie Shall ever celebrate his Name Adopted Sons of the most High They shall his Righteousnesse proclame And Works of everlasting fame To their believing Progeny PSALME XXIII As the 8. THE Lord my Shepheard me his Sheepe Will from consuming Famine keepe He fosters me in fragrant Meads By softly-sliding waters leads My Soule refresht with pleasant juice And lest they should his Name traduce Then when I wander in the Maze Of tempting Sinne informes my wayes No terrour can my courage quaile Though shaded in Deaths gloomy vale By thy Protection fortifi'd Thy Staffe my Stay thy Rod my Guide My Table thou hast furnished Powr'd pretious Odors on my head My Mazer flowes with pleasant Wine VVhile all my Foes with envy pine Thy Mercy and Beneficence Shall ever joyne in my Defence Who in thy House will sacrifice Till aged Time close up mine eyes PSALME XXIV As the 8. THE round and many-peopled Earth What from her wombe extract their birth And whom her foodfull brest sustaines Are his who high in glory raignes The Land in moving Seas hath plac'd By ever-toiling Floods imbrac'd Who shall upon his Mountaine rest Who in his Sanctuary feast Even he whose hands are innocent His heart unsoil'd with foule intent Whom swoln Ambition Avarice Nor tempting Pleasures can intice VVho only their infection feares And never fraudulently sweares The Lord his Saviour him shall blesse And cloth him with his Righteousnesse Such are of Jacobs faithfull Race Who seeke him and shall find his Face You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doores give way The King of Glory coms O sing His Praise Who is this glorious King The Lord in Strength in Power compleat The Lord in battaile more then great You lofty Gates your Leaves display You everlasting Doores give way The King of Glory comes O sing His praise Who is this glorious King The Lord of Hosts of Victory Is King of glory thron'd on high PSALME XXV As the 2. ON Thee with Confidence I call To thee my troubled Soule erect Lord let not Same my looke deject Nor Malice triumph in my fall Thy Servants save but those confound Who Innocence with slander wound In thy disclosed paths direct Thy Truth that leading Starre display O my Redeemer every day My dangers thy reliefe expect Thinke of thy Mercies showne of old Thy Mercies more then can be told The sinnes of my unbridled Youth Nor fraile Transgressions call to minde Let those that seeke thy Mercie finde Even for the honour of thy Truth God ever just and good the way Of life will shew to such as stray The Meeke in righteousnesse shall guide To such his heavenly Will expresse Which shall with Truth and Mercie blesse All such as in his Lawes abide My sinnes so numerous and great O for thy honour Lord forget Part. 2 VVhat 's he who feares The ever-Blest To him shall he his Paths disclose His Soule refresht with calme repose