12 For, Lord, unto the righteous man thou wilt thy bleffing yield; With favour thou wilt compafs him about, as with a fhield.

PSALM VI.

Ord, in thy wrath, rebuke me not,
Nor in thy hot rage chaften me.

2 Lord, pity me, for I am weak:
Heal me, for my bones vexed be..
3 My foul is also vexed fore,
But,Lord,how long ftaywilt thou make?
4 Return, O Lord, my foul fet free:
O fave me for thy mercies fake.
5 Because thofe that deceased are,
Of thee fhall no remembrance have:
And who is he that will to thee
Give praises, lying in the grave?
6 I with my groaning weary am,
I alfo, all the night my bed
Have caufed for to fwim: and I
With tears my couch have watered.
7 Mine eye, confum'd with grief, grows
Because of all mine enemies. [old,
8 Hence from me, wicked workers all;
For God hath heard my weeping cries,

9 God hath my fupplication heard; My pray'r received graciously. 10 Sham'd and fore-vex'd be all my foes; Sham'd and back-turned fuddenly.

Another of the fame.

I N thy great indignation,
O Lord, rebuke me not;

Nor on me lay thy chaft'ning hand,
in thy displeasure hot.

2 Lord, I am weak, therefore on me have mercy, and me spare:

Heal me, O Lord, because thou know'ft my bones much vexed are.

3 My foul is vexed fore: but, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make? 4 Return, Lord, free my foul: and fave me, for thy mercy's fake.

5 Because of thee in death there shall no more remembrance be:

Of those that in the grave do ly, who fhall give thanks to thee? 6 I with my groaning weary am, and all the night my bed

I caufed for to fwim: with tears
my couch I watered.

7 By reason of my vexing grief, mine eye confumed is:

It waxeth old, because of all, that be mine enemies.

8 But now, depart from me, all ye that work iniquity;

For why? the Lord hath heard my voice, when I did mourn and cry.

9 Unto my fupplication

the Lord did hearing give; When I to him my prayer make,

the Lord will it receive.

To Let all be fham'd and troubled fore, that en'mies are to me; Let them turn back, and fuddenly afhamed let them be.

PSALM VII.

LORD, my God, in thee da I
my confidence repose:

Save and deliver me from all
my perfecuting foes.

2 Left that the enemy my foul
fhould, like a lion, tear,

In pieces renting it, when there
iş no deliverer.

3 O Lord, my God, if it be fo
that I committed this;
If it be fo that in my hands.
iniquity there is;

4 If I rewarded ill to him

that was at peace with me;

(Yea, ev'n that man that without caufe I did free.)

my foe

was,

5 Then let the foe purfue and take
my foul, and my life thruft

Down to the earth, and let him lay
mine honour in the duft.

6 Rife in thy wrath, Lord, raife thyfelf, for my foes raging be:

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And to the judgment which thou haft commanded, wake for me.

So fhall th' affembly of thy folk

about encompass thee:

Thou, therefore, for their fakes, return unto thy place on high.

8 The Lord, he fhall the people judge; my judge, JEHOVAH, he, After my righteousness, and mine integrity in me.

9 O let the wicked's malice end, but 'ftablish ftedfaftly

The

The righteous: for the righteous God, the hearts and reins doth try. 10 In God, who faves th'upright in heart, is my defence and stay.

II God just men judgeth, God is wroth with ill men ev'ry day,

12 If he do not return again,

then he his fword will whet; His bow he hath already bent, and hath it ready fet.

13 He also hath for him prepar'd
the inftruments of death:

Against the perfecutors he
his fhafts ordained hath.

14 Behold, he with iniquity
doth travail as in birth;
A mischief he conceived hath,
and falfehood fhall bring forth.
15 He made a pit, and digg'd it deep,
another there to take;

But he is fall'n into the ditch
which he himself did make.

16 Upon his own head his mischief
fhall be returned home;

His vi'lent dealing also down
on his own pate fhall come.

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