When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy Fingers art, [fet And think'ft upon him; or of man begot, O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'ft him Lord, Fowl of the Heav'ns, and Fish, that through the wet April, April, 1648. J. M. Nine of the Pfalms done into Metre, wherein all, but what is in a different Character, are the very word's of the Text, tranflated from the Original. Τ THOU PSAL. LXXX. Hou, Shepherd, that dost Israel keep, Who leadeft like a flock of fheep Thy loved Jofeph's feed, That fit'ft between the Cherubs bright, Between their wings out -Spread, Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light And on our foes thy dread. 2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's And in Manaffe's fight, Awake* thy strength, come, and be feen Gnorera. To fave us by thy might. 3 Turn us again, thy grace divine To us, O God, vouchsafe; Cause thou thy face on us to shine, And then we fhall be fafc. 4 Lord God of hosts, how long wilt thou, How long wilt thou declare I Thy smoking wrath, and angry vow * Gnafhantaï Against thy People's prayer! N 3 5 Thou 5 Thou feed'ft them with the bread of tears, Their bread with tears they eat, And mak'st them * largely drink the tears Shalih. Wherewith their cheeks are wet. 6 A ftrife thou mak'ft us, and a prey To every neighbour foe, Among themselves they * laugh, they * play, And flouts at us they throw. * Filgnagu. 8 A Vine from Egypt thou haft brought And drov'ft out Nations proud and baut, 9 Thou did❜ft prepare for it a place, And root it deep and fast, That it began to grow apace, And fill'd the Land at laft. 10 With her green shade, that cover'd all, The hills were over-spread, Her Boughs as bigh as Cedars tall Advanc'd their lofty bead. 11 Her branches on the western fide Her other branches went. 12 Why haft thou laid her hedges low, That all may pluck her, as they go 13 The 13 The tufked Boar out of the Wood Up turns it by the roots, Wild beafts there brouze and make their food 14 Return now, God of Hofts, look down Behold us, but without a frown, 15 Visit this Vine, which thy right hand And the young branch, that for thy felf They perish at thy dreadful ire, 17 Upon the Man of thy right hand 18 So fhall we not go back from thee To ways of fin and sbame; Shall call upon thy Name. And then we shall be fafe. 1 T PSAL. LXXXI. O God, our strength, fing loud, and clear, To Jacob's God, that all may bear, 2 Prepare a Hymn, prepare a Song, Th' appointed time, the day whereon 4 This was a Statute giv'n of old A Law of Jacob's God, to hold, When as he pass'd through Egypt's Land, His hands from pots, and mirie foil, 7 When trouble did thee sore affail, And I to free thee did not fail, And led thee out of threll. I anfwer'd thee in Thunder deep [ragnam, *Be Setber With |