That of my life distrustfully thus say, Th' exalter of my head I count; Unto Jehovah, he full soon replied, Was the Lord. Of many millions I fear not, though encamping round about, On the cheek-bone, all my foes; Of men abhorr'd Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows. PSALMIV. 4 [August 10, 1653.] ANSWER me when I call, And set at large; now spare, Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer. Great ones, how long will ye My glory have in scorn? How long be thus forborn Still to love vanity? To love, to seek, to prize. Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies? Yet know the Lord hath chose, S Chose to himself apar, The good and meek of heart; Will hear my voice, what time to him I cry. Speak to your hearts alone Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. Who yet will show us good? Talking like this world's brood: But, Lord, thus let me pray; On us lift up the light, Lift up the favour of thy count'nance bright. Into my heart more joy And gladness thou hast put Than when a year of glut Their stores doth over cloy, And from their plenteous grounds With vast increase their corn and wine abounds In peace at once will I Both lay me down and sleep; For thou alone dost keep Me safe where'er I lie," As in a rocky cell Thou, Lord alone, in safety mak'st me dwell. PSALM V. [August 12, 1653] JEHOVAH! to my words give ear, My meditation weigh; The voice of my complaining hear, My King and God; for unto thee I pray Jehovah. thou my early voice Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appear. In wickedness delight; Evil with thee no biding makes; Fools or mad-men stand not within thy sight. Thou hat'st: and them unbless'd Thy numerous mercies, go Lead me, because of those Set thy ways right before, where my step goes. No word is firm or sooth: An open grave their throat, their tongue they smoc th By their own counsels quell'd; To bless the just man still; As with a shield, thou wilt surround Him with thy lasting favour and good will. PSALM VI [August 13 1653., LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me restore My soul; O save me for thy goodness' sake! Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Depart from me; for the voice of my weeping prayer, My supplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 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. PSALM VII. [August 14, 1653.] Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him LORD, my God to thee I fly; Save me, and secure me under Lord my God, if I have thought Be in my hands; if I have wrought Let th' enemy pursue my soul Rise, Jehovah! in thine ire, So th' assemblies of each nation S* |