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5 For they consult * with all their might,
And all as one in mind Themselves against thee they unite,
And in firm union bind.
Of scornful Ishmael,
That in the desert dwell ;
And bateful Amalec,
Whose bounds the sea doth check.
And doth confirm the knot :
To aid the sons of Lot.
That wasted all the coast,
Thou didst to Jabin's hoft,
They were repuls’d and sain,
As dung upon the plain. 1 As Zeb and Oreb evil sped,
So let their princes speed, As Zeba, and Zalmunna bled,
So let their princes bleed.
* Lev jachdøu.
12 For they amidst their pride have said,
By right now seize shall we
* Their stately palaces.
No quiet let them find,
Like stubble from the wind.
Which on a sudden Arays,
Till all the mountains blaze ;
And with thy tempest chase ; 16 † And till they + yield thee honor due,
Lord, fill with shame their face. 17 Afham'd, and troubled let them be,
Troubled, and Nam`d for ever, Ever confounded, and so die
With shame, and scape it never.
Jehovah is alone,
O'er all the earth art one.
* Neoth Elohim bears both.
PSAL. LXXXIV.. 'H How lovely are thy dwellings fair!
O Lord of Hofts, how dear The pleasant tabernacles are,
Where thou dost dwell so near ! 2. My soul doth long and almost die
Thy courts, O Lord, to see: My heart and flesh aloud do cry,
O living God, for thee.
Hath found a house of reft ;
Hath built her brooding neft,
They find their safe abode,
Toward thee, my King, my God. 4 Happy, who in thy house reside,
Where thee they ever praise : s Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide,
And in their hearts thy ways.
That dry and barren ground,
Where springs and showers abound.
With joy and gladjome chear, Till all before our God at length
In Sion do appear..
8 Lord God of Hofts, hear now my prayer;
O Jacob's God, give ear, 9 Thou God our shield, look on the face
Of thy anointed dear. 10 For one day in thy courts to be
Is better, and more bleft, Than in the joys of vanity
A thousand days at best.
Had rather keep a door,
With sin for evermore.
Gives grace and glory bright,
are just and right. 12 Lord God of Hosts, that reign'ft on high,
That man is truly blest, Who only on thee doth rely,
And in thee only reft.
Thou hast not, Lord, been slack,
Returned Jacob back.
That wrought thy people wee,
Hast hid where none mall know.
age on us ?
3 Thine anger all thou hadît remov’d,
And calmly didft return
Far worse than fire to burn.
Turn us, and us restore, Thine indignation cause to cease
Toward us, and chide no more.
For ever angry thus,
And us again † revive,
By thee preserv'd alive?
25 To us thy mercy Thew ; Thy saving health to us afford,
And life in us renew.
I will go strait and hear,
And to his faints full dear,
But let them never more
35 To trespass as before. * Heb. The burning heat of thy wrath. + Heb. Turn to quicken us.