Holy Obseruations Lib. I. Also Some fewe of Davids Psalmes Metaphrased, for a taste of the rest. By Ios. Hall |
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Psal. 7.
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thee, O Lord my God, relyes
Mine only trust: frō bloody spight
Of all my raging enemies
Oh! let thy mercy me acquite;
Least they like greedy Lyons rend
My soule, whiles none shal it defend
Mine only trust: frō bloody spight
Of all my raging enemies
Oh! let thy mercy me acquite;
Least they like greedy Lyons rend
My soule, whiles none shal it defend
Oh Lord! if I this thing haue wrought,
If in my hands be found such ill:
If I with mischief euer sought
To pay good turnes; or did not still
Doe good vnto my causelesse foe,
That thirsted for my ouerthrowe;
If in my hands be found such ill:
To pay good turnes; or did not still
Doe good vnto my causelesse foe,
That thirsted for my ouerthrowe;
Then let my foe, in eager chace,
Ore take my soule, and proudly tread
My life belowe; and with dis-grace
In dust lay downe mine honor dead.
Rise vp in rage, O Lord, eft-soone
Aduance thine arm against my fo'ne:
Ore take my soule, and proudly tread
My life belowe; and with dis-grace
In dust lay downe mine honor dead.
Rise vp in rage, O Lord, eft-soone
Aduance thine arm against my fo'ne:
And wake for me till thou fulfil
My promis'd right; so shal glad throngs
Of people flock vnto thine hill.
For their sakes then reuenge my wrōgs,
And rouse thy self. Thy iudgements be
O'real the world: Lord iudge thou me;
My promis'd right; so shal glad throngs
Of people flock vnto thine hill.
For their sakes then reuenge my wrōgs,
And rouse thy self. Thy iudgements be
O'real the world: Lord iudge thou me;
As truth and honest innocence
Thou find'st in me, Lord iudge thou me
Settle the iust with sure defence:
Let me the wicked's malice see
Brought to an end. For thy iust eye
Doth hearts and inward reyns descry
Thou find'st in me, Lord iudge thou me
Settle the iust with sure defence:
Let me the wicked's malice see
Brought to an end. For thy iust eye
Doth hearts and inward reyns descry
My safety stands in God; who shields
The sound in hart: whose doom each day
To iust men and contemners yields
Their due. Except he change his waie
His sword is whet, to bloud intended,
His murdring bowe is ready bended.
The sound in hart: whose doom each day
To iust men and contemners yields
Their due. Except he change his waie
His sword is whet, to bloud intended,
His murdring bowe is ready bended.
Weapons of death he hath addrest
And arrowes keene to pearce my foe,
Who late bred mischiefe in his brest;
But when he doth on trauell goe,
Brings forth a ly. Deep pits he delues,
And falls into his pits himselue.
And arrowes keene to pearce my foe,
Who late bred mischiefe in his brest;
But when he doth on trauell goe,
And falls into his pits himselue.
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