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I'th’morning I to thee with choice
In wickedness delight,
Thou hat'st; and them unblest
15 The bloody' and guileful man God doth detest. But I will in thy mercies dear
Thy numerous mercies go
Lead me because of those
By their own counsels quell’d;
Defend'st them, they shall ever fing
35 And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name. For thou Jehovah wilt be found
To bless the just man still,
PSA L. VI. Aug. 13. 1653.
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,
Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled sore,
And thou, O Lord, how long? turn Lord, restore
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? 10
Wearied I am with sighing out my days, Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea; My bed I water with my tears; mine eye
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark l'th' midst of all mine enemies that mark.
15 Depart all
that work iniquity, Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my
My supplication with acceptance fair (pray'r, The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20
Mine enemies shall all be blank and dash'd
With much confusion; then grown red with shame,
They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash’d.
PS A L. VII. Aug. 14. 1653.
Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him.
God to thee I fly,
5 Tearing and no rescue nigh.
God if I have thought
Let th’ enemy pursue my
Rise Jehovah in thine ire,
So th' assemblies of each nation
Judge me Lord, be judge in this
But the juft establish fast,
God is a just judge and severe,
(His arrows purposely made he
He digg’d a pit, and delv'd it deep,