The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter ::

To Thee I cry, O Lord, make hast
To heare my voice at last.
Let my request like Incense rise,
Or ev'ning sacrifice.
Set Thou a watch my mouth before,
And keep my speeches doore;

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Incline not unto ill my heart,
With sinners to take part.

Let me not eat of that delights
Their wicked appetites:
But let the righteous me reprove,
And smite me in his love.
Like pretious balmes, or odours shed,
Such stroaks not break my head;
And in my pray'rs I shall them bless,
In midst of their distress.

When wicked Judges overthrow'n
Ly dash'd against the stone;
They shall with much contentment heare
My words, which comfort beare.
Disperst, and scatter'd on the grave,
Our bones no value have:
As fallen trees, cut downe, and cleft,
Are in their splinters left.

But though in darknes clos'd I ly,
On Thee I fix mine eye:
Thou wilt not leave me in the dust,
In whom my soul doth trust.
O keep me from the cruell net,
Which wicked men have set.
Let them be snar'd in their own trap;
But let my soul escape.

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Psal. CXLI.