A translation of the psalms of David attempted in the Spirit of Christianity, and adapted to the divine service. By Christopher Smart |
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 | A translation of the psalms of David |  |
PSALM VII.
O Lord, my God, I ground my creed
In thine almighty pow'r;
Preserve me, and their course impede,
Who chace me to devour.
In thine almighty pow'r;
Preserve me, and their course impede,
Who chace me to devour.
Lest like the lion and the bear,
That came upon my fold,
They set about my soul to tear,
By no rebuke controul'd.
That came upon my fold,
They set about my soul to tear,
By no rebuke controul'd.
O Lord, if I have done the crime
Whereof I stand accus'd;
Or hand or heart at any time
To mischief have abus'd;
Whereof I stand accus'd;
Or hand or heart at any time
To mischief have abus'd;
If e'er with them that well deserve
I treacherously deal;
Yea, rather if I cease to serve
My causeless foe with zeal;
I treacherously deal;
Yea, rather if I cease to serve
My causeless foe with zeal;
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Then let mine enemies be sped,
Nor give me to respire;
Yea, let them take my life, and tread
My trophies in the mire.
Nor give me to respire;
Yea, let them take my life, and tread
My trophies in the mire.
Stand up, O Lord, and plume thy crest
Against my rival's rage:
Arise—thy judgment be the test,
As we the contest wage;
Against my rival's rage:
Arise—thy judgment be the test,
As we the contest wage;
So shall thy congregation make
Toward thy hallow'd fane;
And therefore for thy people's sake
Exert thyself again.
Toward thy hallow'd fane;
And therefore for thy people's sake
Exert thyself again.
The Lord shall judge the common cause,
My plea, O Christ, admit;
As I have kept thy holy laws
Mine innocence acquit.
My plea, O Christ, admit;
As I have kept thy holy laws
Mine innocence acquit.
O let all wickedness and lust,
In penitence conclude;
But govern thou the good and just,
With grace and peace renew'd.
In penitence conclude;
But govern thou the good and just,
With grace and peace renew'd.
For God in righteousness explores
A man's interior part;
The reins, and all the secret pores
Of his deceitful heart.
A man's interior part;
The reins, and all the secret pores
Of his deceitful heart.
My sole security from force
In God's assistance lies;
To his defence I have recourse,
Who saves the good and wise.
In God's assistance lies;
To his defence I have recourse,
Who saves the good and wise.
God is all-gracious to decide
For those that weep and pray;
Strong in his patience, which is tried
By sinners every day.
For those that weep and pray;
Strong in his patience, which is tried
By sinners every day.
Yet e'en to those that love the dark,
His vengeance will be slow;
For pity built the floating ark,
And goodness bent his bow.
His vengeance will be slow;
For pity built the floating ark,
And goodness bent his bow.
His swords are turn'd to shepherd's crooks,
The breast-plate and the helm;
His darts and spears to pruning hooks,
To dress the vine-clad elm.
The breast-plate and the helm;
His darts and spears to pruning hooks,
To dress the vine-clad elm.
Behold a virgin has conceiv'd,
By congress undefil'd,
And lost Jeshurun is retriev'd
By an almighty child.
By congress undefil'd,
And lost Jeshurun is retriev'd
By an almighty child.
Lo! he has dug the grave of death,
Destruction to destroy;
And open'd by his holy breath
The way to endless joy.
Destruction to destroy;
And open'd by his holy breath
The way to endless joy.
And all the labour of his love
To glory shall redound;
In earth beneath, in heaven above
His truth shall be renown'd.
To glory shall redound;
In earth beneath, in heaven above
His truth shall be renown'd.
To this his righteous word reveal'd,
I will in thanks reply;
And faithfully for ever yield
That Christ is God most high.
I will in thanks reply;
And faithfully for ever yield
That Christ is God most high.
| A translation of the psalms of David | |