The works of Sir William Mure of Rowallan Edited with introduction, notes, and glossary by William Tough |
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XXII.
Inscript.
The morneing's Hinde, by David view'd,By murdring dogs to death persu'd.
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My God, my God, why dost thow meDesert? From my releeff
So far why standst thow, from the words
Which I roare forth for greefe?
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My God, by day I cry vnheard,Night doth no peace impart;
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But in Israel's prayse[s] thowWho dwelst, most holie art.
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On thee our fathers fix'd their trust;Them (trusting) thow didst save.
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To thee they cry'd; Thow (Lord) with speedTo them deliverie gave.
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They trusting wer absolv'd from shame;But I, no man at all,
Am even a worme, the shame of men,
Depis'd of great and small.
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None see me but of me do makeOf scorne a publick prey.
Their lips all open me to mock;
They shake the head and say:
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For safe deliverie on the LordHimselff hee did roll over;
Now if in him hee tak delight,
Him let his hand recover.
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But thow art hee who from the wombe,Me (weakling) forth didst take;
When hanging on my mother's breasts,
To hope thow didst me make.
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Cast on thee from the wombe I was,O God, my God thow art;
Since, from my mother's bellie, breath
To me thow didst impart.
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Draw neare, for troubles are at hand,And none to help is found.
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Me many bulls besett, strong bullsOf Bashan close me round.
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To ravening, roareing lions likeTo gape on me they dare.
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Like waters I am powred forth.My bones disjointed are.
My fainting hart, like yeelding waxe,
Is melted in my breast.
Is melted in my breast.
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My moisture as a sopelesse sheard,Is quite consum'd and ceast.
Fast to my jawes my tonge, as ty'd,
Of speech no freedome hath;
Thy chastening hand hath brought me doun
Vnto the place os death.
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For dogs me compast have; even troupsOf wicked men did meet,
Who me environing around,
Did peirce my hands and feet.
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My bones I all may tell at ease.They gaze on me, they stare;
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They loats vpon my coat did cast,My vesture 'mongst them share.
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But be not absent, O my strength,20
To help me; from the swordMy soule, my dareling from the dog,
To save mak hast, O Lord.
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O hasten, from the gapeing jawesOf lions me to save;
For, from the hornes of vnicornes,
Thine eare (Lord) found I have.
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Vnto my brethren I thy nameWill publicklie declare,
And to the church, amidst thy saints,
To prayse thee will repair.
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Who fear the Lord him prayse: all yee,From Jacob's stock that spread,
Him glorifie and praise; him fear,
All yee Israel's seed.
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For the afflicted wight broght low,Hee never doth despise;
Nor him abhorreing, hids his face,
But heareth when hee cryes.
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Amidst the congregation great,My prayse shall be of thee;
Before their face that fear the Lord,
Perform'd my vowes shall bee.
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The meek shall eat and be sufficd.Due prayses shall they give,
Who do sinceerlie seek the Lord;
Your hearts for aye shall live.
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Earth's borders all remember shall,And turne vnto the Lord.
The kindreds of the nations all
Shall worship due afford.
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The Lord's the Kingdome is: Hee ruleDoth 'mongst the nations beare.
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The fatt ones of the earth shall eat,And worshippeing draw neare.
Yea, all that to the dust go doun,
Shall prostrate in his sight
Be seen; and none shall keep alive
His soule, by proper might.
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A seed, a remnant small shall serve,And gladlie him obey,
A generation to the Lord
It shall be held for ay.
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They shall draw neare, and to a raceTo lyff as yet vnbrought,
His Righteousnes declare, that this
The Lord himself hath wrought.
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