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Psalme. LXXIX.
The Argument.
The church lamenth: the tyranny,of all her foes so fell:
Her sinnes she waylth: most mourningly,
yet trust of helpe full well.
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O God now come: be Paynyms wylde,thyne heritance to wast:
Thy holy house: they haue defylde,
Hierusalem is raced.
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Thy seruaunts corps: this heathen sect,hath cast to byrdes for meate:
Thy sayntes weake flesh: they haue reiect,
to beastes of earth to eate.
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Theyr bloud they haue: lyke water shed,about Hierusalem:
And none there was: to mourne the dead,
or yet to bury them.
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We are become: an open shame,to all our neyghbours next:
But mockyng stockes: in laughyng game,
on all sides we be vext.
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O Lord how long: shall last thyne ire?for euer shall it bee?
Thy gelousie: to burne as fyre,
for euer shall we see?
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Poure out thy wrath: vpon thy foes,for Paynyms know not thee:
Upon those realmes: which be to lose,
thy name and power to see.
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Deuourd they haue: true Iacobs place,hys seede and house lygheth wast:
The sanctuary: of thy good grace,
the walles they haue defaced.
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Our former sinnes: remember not,make speede, shew mercy soone:
Thou seest our griefe: our wofull state,
how all we be vndone.
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Helpe vs O God: our sauiour,for prayse of thy good name:
Our sinnes our ill: behauiour,
forgeue, forget the same.
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Least heathen rayle: and say in spite,where now is come theyr God?
Thy seruaunts bloud: so shed in sight,
reuenge, and shew thy rod.
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O heare the sighes: and sorowes deepe,of captiue men in bonds:
Men iudgd to death: see that thou kepe,
shewe forth thy strength of hands.
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The blasphemy: at thee so cast,by these our neighbours partes:
Requyte it them: O Lord at last,
seuen solde on all theyr hartes.
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So we thy shepe: and people true,to thankes we shall agree:
Thy prayse our tonges: shall still ensue,
to our posteritie.
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