The Psalmes of David The King And Prophet, And Of other holy Prophets, paraphas'd in English: Conferred with the Hebrew Veritie, set forth by B. Arias Montanus, together with the Latine, Greek Septuagint, and Chaldee Paraphrase. By R. B. [i.e. Richard Brathwait] |
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Psal. 104. Benedic anima.
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Sing to the Lord, my soule, sing praise;Thou Lord my God art wondrous great,
Whose vestures golden-circled raies,
With beauteous glory crowne thy seat.
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Which deck'st thy selfe, as with a robe,With light, that never eye attain'd;
Which for thy vaile about earths globe,
The Canopie of Heaven hast strain'd.
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His roofes with starre-set seas he seeles,Their beames in plates of waters binds,
Ascends the clouds, his chariot wheeles,
And walkes upon the long-wing'd winds.
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He makes his Angels messengers,And with his Spirit their spirits inspires;
Sends forth his Judgements ministers,
The lightning-sooted flames of fires.
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The earth upon her Bases laid,To one so equall point he drove,
To one so stedfast Center weigh'd,
As never weight her weight might move.
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As with a garment, with the deep,Thou coveredst earth: the Maine stop'd-flat,
Maine sea above the Mountaines steep,
Above the Mount of Ararat.
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At thy rebuke the waters fled,Thy thunders voice them rid away.
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The Hills un-heald, held up their head,The Vallies, where thou laidst them, lay.
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The Waters bound didst thou ordaine,Bound, which they should not dare to passe,
Nor ever more returne againe,
To drowne the earth, as once it was.
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He into Vallies sends his springs,To dye their dusty mantles green;
From Rock-rent heads their current brings,
To walke the Mountaine veines between.
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Whose channels having cheer'd the field,And to the earth given moisture first,
To all the wild Beasts beaverage yeeld,
There breake the Onagers their thirst.
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The Foules of heaven their housholds bring,And there in notes of Natures choice,
Their Makers Halelu-jahs sing;
Between the branches give the voice.
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Upon the Mountaines garden-land,His deawes are from his Limbecks still'd:
With store, without mans helping hand,
(Fruit of thy workes) the earth is fill'd.
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For cattell makes he grasse to grow,And herbe for use of earthly man,
Whose simples, who so wise, that know
As well for meat, as medicine can.
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The earth to bring forth bread and wine,The wine, with joy that swells the veines,
With oile, that makes mans face to shine,
And bread, that strength of heart sustaines.
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The trees of God are fill'd with sap,The Cedar trees of Lebanon,
Which he hath planted on the lap
Of earth, for them to feed upon.
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That there their nests the Birds may build,The kind-love Storke, in Pine-tree grove,
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High Mountaine cliffes the Roe-deere wild,Safe-sheltring Rockes the Conies love.
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The Moon he made for certain tides,Constant in her inconstant face:
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Of his dismounting knowes the place.
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Thou puttest darknesse, darknesse, night;Then all the woods wild Beasts forth creep,
By prey that live, and love not light,
(Then harmfull wake, when harmlesse sleep.)
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Fierce Lions roaring for their prey,Their food of life from God request:
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The Sun gets up, they get away,And in their dens couch downe to rest:
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Then out goes man, to take in handHis worke, till night his travell end,
With toiling Beast from labour'd land,
Till evening home him weary send.
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Thy workes, O Lord, how many are,In wisedome hast thou made them all,
The earths abundance is thy care,
Whose riches thee Creatour call.
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This sea, so great wide-handed deep,Thou foundedst, fathom'st, fillst the seat,
Where kinds innumerable creep,
Lords of the finne, both small and great.
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There ships their course by compasse can,And cut the Maine, to make their way:
There walkes the vast Leviathan,
Whom thou therein hast form'd for play.
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These all on thee attentive looke,That thou in season give them food;
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Thou giv'st, they take, and having tooke,From thy free hand are fill'd with good.
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Thou hid'st from them thy faces day,They at so sudden trouble mourne;
Their spirit thou tak'st (their breath) away,
They to their dust againe returne.
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Againe, thou sendest forth thy Spirit,Whence they created, take their birth,
Which (by traduction) they inherit.
As thou renew'st the face of earth.
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The glory of the Lord shall shineFor ever in eternall light:
Which length of time shall not confine,
The Lord shall in his workes delight.
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The earth stands trembling at his looke,Unable to endure his sight:
Let him but touch, the Mountaines smoake,
And clothe the earth in clouds of night.
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Sing to the Lord will I so long,As life in mee leaves any breath:
Sung to the Lord shall be my song,
Untill my being be in death.
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My Muse on him shall sweetly call,And in the Lord rejoyce with me:
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Consum'd from earth let sinners fall,And wicked men no more let be.
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