For thou art not a God, that takes In wickedness delight; Evil with thee no biding makes, Fools or mad-men stand not within thy fight. Thou hat'ft; and them unbleft Thou wilt destroy, that speak a lye; Thy numerous mercies, go Will towards thy Holy Temple worship low. Lead me, because of those That do obferve if I tranfgrefs; Set thy ways right before, where my step goes. No word is firm, or footh; Their infide, troubles miferable; An open grave their throat, their tongue they smooth, God, find them guilty, let them fall By their own counfels quell'd; Push them in their rebellions all Still on, for against thee they have rebell'd. Defend'ft them; they fhall ever fing, To blefs the just man still, As with a fhield thou wilt furround Him with thy lafting favour and good will. PSAL L PSAL. VI. Aug. 13. 1653. Ord, in thine anger do not reprehend me, Nor in thy hot difpleasure me correct; Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject, Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me, For all my Bones, that even with anguish ake, Are troubled, yea my foul is troubled fore; And thou, O Lord, how long? turn, Lord, restore My Soul, O fave me for thy goodness fake: For in death no remembrance is of thee; Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Wearied I am with fighing out my days, Nightly my Couch I make a kind of Sea; My Bed I water with my tears; mine Eye Through grief confumes, is waxen old and dark I'th' midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart, all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my pray'r, My fupplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. Mine Enemies fhall all be blank and dafh'd With much confufion; then grown red with shame, They shall return in hafte the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd. PSAL, PSAL. VII. Aug. 14. 1653. Upon the words of Chufh the Benjamite against him. L Ord, my God, to thee I flie, Save me and fecure me under Thy protection while I cry, Lord, my God, if I have thought Be in my hands, if I have wrought Let th' enemy pursue my foul, In the duft, and there out-fpread Rife, Jehovah, in thine ire, Judgment here thou didst engage, So th' affemblies of each Nation All people from the world's foundation. Judge me, Lord, be judge in this Upon me: cause at length to cease But the juft establish fast, Since thou art the just God, that tries God is a juft Judge and fevere, His fword he whets, his bow hath bended The tools of death, that waits him near. (His (His arrows purposely made he He dig'd a pit, and delv'd it deep, His mischief, that due course doth keep, Fall on his crown with ruin steep. Then will I Jehovah's praise PSAL. VIII. Aug. 15. 1653. Jehovah our Lord! how wondrous great So as above the Heav'ns thy praise to set Out of the mouths of Babes and Sucklings thou Haft founded ftrength, because of all thy foes, To ftint th' enemy, and flack th' avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy providence t' oppose. N 2 When |